"We're almost there. Keep up, and don't fall behind."
Avery flew at the front on a broomstick, guiding everyone so the prison-break party would not get lost over the stormy sea.
At that moment, they needed to pass through the storms that perpetually surrounded Azkaban in order to reach the wizarding world's infamous prison: Azkaban.
The exact location of Azkaban had long ago been concealed by the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. Ordinary wizards had no idea where the sea prison was, but finding Azkaban's precise location was not actually as difficult as imagined.
At least, it was no great challenge for the Death Eaters who had already begun infiltrating the Ministry of Magic.
"That damned storm. How much longer do we have to fly before we reach Azkaban?"
A masked Death Eater cursed under his breath. He had nearly been swept off his broom and into the sea by the gale just now.
Without the Ministry of Magic's route, ordinary wizards who wanted to infiltrate Azkaban could only risk crossing the storms around its perimeter, and without guidance, it was easy to lose their way.
No one answered. The Death Eaters were all focused on flying.
When they passed through the storm and saw the island at its center, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
"Next, we need to... break into Azkaban and rescue those being held..." Avery pressed his wand to his throat, doing his best to make his voice carry through the curtain of rain to every Death Eater's ears.
"Why not just have the Dementors let them go directly?" asked a Death Eater, drenched from head to toe.
"The Dementors still need to remain in Azkaban until the Dark Lord officially returns. A rebellion now would only stir panic and vigilance in the wizarding