Lynn opened the window and took down the letter the owl had brought.
"Sorry, conditions aren't great right now. I don't have anything to feed you."
The owl looked somewhat displeased. It pecked at Lynn's finger with its sharp beak, then spread its wings and vanished into the night sky.
Lynn handed the letter to Professor Foxx.
He opened it. The contents were not long, and he finished reading it quickly.
Professor Foxx's expression turned grave.
"Our trouble is much bigger than we thought."
"What is it?"
Confused, Lynn took the letter from his hand. After reading it, his face darkened as well.
"This is actually a wizard prison," Professor Foxx said gravely. "It holds the former followers of Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord—the Saints."
These people should have been imprisoned in the jails of various countries' Ministries of Magic after Grindelwald's downfall, such as Azkaban in Britain.
But Grindelwald had left behind a contingency for his former followers.
No one knew what it was. Rumor had it that it was most likely a curse, one that would strip wizards of their magic and leave them worse off than Squibs, no different from Muggles.
And that curse lay within this small city called Abros.
Even the former Saints could not escape such a powerful curse. They could continue surviving here, but they had lost their magic.
The Ministry of Magic had no way to send Aurors here to arrest them. That would only waste manpower, and in the end, Dumbledore laid down rules for these Saints.
They were forbidden from leaving this small city for the rest of their lives, and the Ministries of Magic across Europe would no longer send anyone to trouble them.
Thus, this place became a different kind of wizard prison.
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