Azkaban, Sisters Reunited / Mad Bella Has No Filter

"Absolutely no trace of magic? How is that possible?!"

She screamed in utter bewilderment, but seeing the confusion on her face, she immediately regained her feigned indifference and waved her hand to dismiss the other person.

Two Dementor mysteriously disappeared, leaving no trace of magic at the scene, only a lamppost that appeared to have been damaged by a punch...

Fist, Dementor?

Are you kidding me!

"But wouldn't that mean there's no way to punish that kid?"

Umbridge sat at his desk, his fingers tapping incessantly on the tabletop, making an irritating 'tickling' sound.

The reason she was in such a hurry to frame Harry was because a special interview had been included at the end of the magazine, the Quibbler.

Harry publicly stated in the magazine that he would be going to Albania to search for the whereabouts of the You-Know-Who. He even publicly addressed a group of Ministry of Magic officials, including Fudge and Umbridge, in the magazine!

The Ministry of Magic, of course, could not possibly respond to such blatant provocation.

What's more, going to Albania to find the You-Know-Who... Good heavens, only a madman would do something so dangerous!

In short, going is definitely out of the question, and everyone in the Ministry of Magic knows that.

But they can't stay silent forever, because that would be tacitly assuming that everyone in the group is a coward.

So Umbridge came up with a dirty trick.

If we can frame Harry for violating the Statute of Secrecy before he sets off, we can at least forcibly confiscate his wand, or even put him on trial in Wizengamot!

When that time comes, let's see where he gets the nerve to be arrogant!

However, the current situation is clearly beyond her expectations...

"Deputy Minister, Mrs. Malfoy has arrived at the Ministry of Magic, and she wishes to see you."

Just as Umbridge was gritting her teeth in frustration, she received a message from the front desk.

Chapter 531 Azkaban, Sisters Reunited

"Narcissa Malfoy... what is she doing here?"

Umbridge, still seething with resentment, was a little confused, but after a moment's thought, she informed the receptionist and respectfully invited Narcissa up.

Although Lucius Malfoy has completely disappeared, the Malfoy family's influence remains. As the mistress of the house, Narcissa still wields considerable influence in the Ministry of Magic, which has now become a Pure-blood bulwark.

Of course, this is mainly because the Ministry of Magic's operation and development cannot be separated from the support of its big spenders, so Narcissa, as its big spender, naturally has to be treated like royalty.

A moment later, Narcissa was led to Umbridge's office by the receptionist.

"Excuse me for disturbing you... Madam Umbridge." Narcissa gave a slight bow to the people in the room, her tone much gentler than when she had attended the funeral.

"Please have a seat, Mrs. Malfoy." Umbridge smiled and conjured a seat for Narcissa. "I am very pleased with your arrival and do not feel it is inappropriate at all."

She gave Narcissa a seemingly sincere welcome with an innocent smile like a young girl... it looked a bit disgusting.

"Mrs. Malfoy, is there anything I can do for you today?"

"Madam Umbridge, you are too kind. I... I've actually come to ask for your help. I would like to request permission to visit someone in Azkaban."

Narcissa, who is used to being arrogant, is not good at being humble, but since she needs something from her today, she is trying her best to be modest.

"You want to go to Azkaban?" Umbridge paused slightly. "Mrs. Malfoy, those are the places that hold the most heinous criminals. I don't know which of them you might be connected to."

"Bellatrix Lestrange Lestrange!" Narcissa exclaimed urgently. "She's my older sister, and I have some matters concerning the Black family that I must tell her in person."

"Is it that female Death Eater from the high-prison area?" Umbridge was surprised to hear this, but she didn't seem puzzled.

It should be said that she had subconsciously overlooked the fact that Narcissa Malfoy in front of her and the madwoman in Azkaban were actually sisters from the Black family.

However, the threshold for meeting Death Eater prisoners of that caliber is obviously not too low.

"Mrs. Malfoy, I think I understand your feelings very well. But you also know..." Umbridge deliberately feigned difficulty, "Your sister, the crimes she committed are simply too..."

"I understand, I understand everything you're saying." Narcissa nodded slowly and deliberately. She understood Umbridge's implied meaning and was prepared for it.

"I know this will put you in a difficult position, but please understand the bond between us sisters. There are some things I must tell her personally. And... Deputy Minister Umbridge, a capable and elegant lady like you should perhaps add some more eye-catching embellishments to your clothing."

She gently pushed a beautifully crafted little bag towards Umbridge, who casually opened it and glanced at it, immediately stunned by the overflowing jewels and precious stones.

Inside the bag was a pure gold necklace, with a large emerald hanging heavily from its base. The emerald's crystalline, mysterious luster captivated Umbridge at first glance.

Although this item doesn't match her usual pink and girly style, there's no denying that... as long as she wears it, she'll become the center of attention wherever she goes.

Besides, Umbridge also came from Slytherin House, and Slytherin people generally admire green, let alone emerald, the finest of greens.

"Mrs. Malfoy, your affection for your sister is so profound that even I can't help but feel respect for you." Umbridge clutched the bag tightly to her chest, feigning a moved frown. "Don't worry, I'm perfectly willing to be your guarantor."

"Thank you so much! May we set off now?"

"Of course, no problem." Umbridge nodded with a smile. "I'll go make the preparations, and we can head to Azkaban right away."

Well, it's just a favor, so why not do it?

Umbridge had been planning to go to Azkaban anyway to see if the two Dementor had gone back, so it wouldn't be a problem to bring Narcissa along as well.

What's more, there's such a large emerald... no, it's the deep sisterly bond of the Black family.

Walking through the secluded prison on the isolated North Sea, Narcissa looked at the soft light flickering beside her and couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.

She was somewhat surprised that Dolores Umbridge, this greedy and childish old hag, was actually a master who could use the Patronus Charm!

At this moment, the tip of Umbridge's wand was emitting a misty silver light, and before the Patronus could even reveal its true form, the Dementor were so frightened that they retreated in panic.

"We've arrived, Mrs. Malfoy. This is the cell where Lestrange is being held."

The journey was unimpeded, Umbridge led Narcissa directly to the deepest part of Azkaban prison.

What lay before them was undoubtedly the most fortified cell in Azkaban. Its bars were made entirely of pure iron, with gaps less than a third the size of those in other cells, and were densely bound with several heavy chains, each imbued with an extremely powerful Locking Spell.

Through the cell bars, Narcissa saw a woman with disheveled dark brown hair and a gaunt appearance.

However, although her eyes were closed and her face showed extreme pain, a crazed smile remained on her lips.

"Bellatrix Lestrange," Narcissa called tentatively.

"Um... you, you are... Narcissa? What are you doing here? Could it be... the Dark Lord has returned? Haha, great! I knew it, ahahaha!!"

The female Death Eater awoke from a nightmare. Her first reaction upon seeing her sister was not the joy of their reunion, but rather a series of incoherent, maniacal laughs!

She screamed madly, her shrill cries echoing all around, so much so that even the Dementor in the distance refused to approach.

After all, when a person goes completely insane, ghosts become irrelevant.

"Bellatrix Lestrange Lestrange! Stop daydreaming! You-Know-Who is completely gone, there's absolutely no way he'll be coming back!!"

"You bastard! Narcissa, how dare you talk to me like that?!" After being addressed by her full name twice in a row, the Death Eater female madwoman in the cell completely lost her temper. She began to pound on the bars in front of her with her hands and even tried to scratch Narcissa's face with her fingernails.

She's the most esteemed Death Eater, the Dark Lord's most trusted subordinate, and... a woman! How dare Narcissa speak to her like that?

How dare that younger sister who always treated her with such respect now call her by her first name twice, without even using a nickname?!

"Bellatrix Lestrange, I've come to tell you about Regulus ... His body has been found, and I just attended his funeral."

"What did you say?!"

Chapter 532 Madwoman Bellatrix, Unable to Speak

"Hehe... Hahaha! Narcissa, thank you so much for coming all this way to tell me this good news!"

Inside the heavily guarded cell, the female Death Eater was laughing shrilly. She spun excitedly on the floor and even licked the mottled rust on the cell bars.

"Good! He died just as well! Hahaha, that fool Regulus, this is what happens when he dares to harbor disloyalty towards the Dark Lord!!"

After hearing Narcissa recount Regulus's funeral, Bellatrix Lestrange's madness escalated to a whole new level.

"Don't you want to hear his last words, about the You-Know-Who?" Narcissa coldly looked at her deranged sister. "It's clearly written on Regulus's epitaph that he stole the You-Know-Who's most precious possession and expected the You-Know-Who to be killed!"

"No, impossible! This is absolutely impossible! The great Dark Lord will return, he will definitely come back for me!" Bellatrix screamed. "That bastard Regulus is lying! The Dark Lord's most precious possession is clearly in my hands!!"

"I am truly ashamed that you have witnessed such an impolite scene." The female Death Eater was still howling hysterically, but Narcissa ignored her and turned to Umbridge instead.

"As you can see, my sister has completely gone mad. Apart from spouting nonsense, she doesn't care at all about her brother's death."

"It's alright, we all know what kind of person she is, we've known since the first day she was locked up," Umbridge said understandingly.

"Indeed..." Narcissa nodded, then casually glanced around. "What kind of people are locked up in the cells near my sister's? I really hope her screams won't disturb them."

"They were all vicious criminals, like the two Lestrange family brothers and Antonin Dolohov, but they weren't as energetic as her; they were tortured unconscious by the Dementor most of the time. Then there was Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr., who was also imprisoned here, but died not long after and was buried by the Dementor."

Umbridge casually described the prison to Narcissa, but suddenly caught sight of a Dementor that seemed to be waiting for her around the corner. She quickly changed the subject. "Mrs. Malfoy, now that you've finished speaking, may we leave?"

"Um...can I stay a little longer?" Narcissa had also seen the Dementor, so she tentatively asked, "My sister isn't feeling well right now, and I'd like to wait until she's asleep before I leave."

"That's fine then, but I can't stay with you for now. You can find me at the end of the corridor later."

Umbridge clearly had her own business to attend to, and after the sharp exchange between the two sisters, she didn't see any problem leaving Narcissa there alone, so she left alone...

"Sister, Bellatrix, I have something to say to you." After Umbridge left, Narcissa immediately rushed to the cell bars and softly called to the crazed female Death Eater.

"Narcissa, what do you want from me?!" The madwoman's scream rang out again from the cell.

"Sister, please keep your voice down, I have something very important to tell you." Narcissa spoke quickly, her voice trembling violently. "Listen, my husband is dead... and it's very likely he was killed by Harry Potter!"

"Ha, what does that have to do with me? Besides, I wish my husband were dead every day!" Bellatrix Lestrange grinned disdainfully. "As for Harry Potter... damn it! That damn boy hurt the Dark Lord!!"

Mentioning her enemy, the female Death Eater flew into a rage, even starting to viciously tear at the cell bars with her teeth, clearly mistaking them for some miraculously surviving the Boy Who Lived.

"Sister Bellatrix, please, please keep your voice down!" Narcissa felt utterly exasperated by her eccentric older sister. "Please, tell me more about the Dark Lord. I want revenge on Harry Potter, and maybe only the Dark Lord can help me! And Harry Potter is about to head to Albania to find the Dark Lord. If I can't get there before him, everything will be over!!"

"What did you say? That boy... he dares?!" Bellatrix Lestrange roared again upon hearing Harry's whereabouts. "He's just a kid who barely escaped with his life, how dare he be so disrespectful to the Dark Lord?!"

"Sister! Can you calm down? I really need help right now! God, those three Death Eater are still unconscious, and Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch Jr. is dead... Is there really no one I can find who can help me?"

It was clear to everyone that Narcissa had tried so hard to persuade her that her older sister remained erratic and offered no advice whatsoever.

"Help? No, Narcissa, you don't need any help at all. If you really want to support the Dark Lord, then just let me out." The female Death Eater revealed a sinister grin. "You don't need to worry about the Dark Lord's safety at all, because he is absolutely invincible! That Harry Potter, if he dares to go to Albania, he'll only end up dead!"

"As for the others, they're all a bunch of useless trash, completely unreliable! Especially that Barty Crouch Barty Crouch Jr.., during the interrogation, he kept trying to distance himself from the Dark Lord. When he was imprisoned here, his father, Barty Crouch Barty Crouch Sr.., seemed to have come to see him... Heh heh, I remember clearly, it was the two of them together. Tell me, wouldn't it be more useful if such a weakling were dead than alive?!"

"Barty Crouch... dead, or alive?"

Upon hearing a certain name by chance, Narcissa's heart skipped a beat.

Unlike her eldest sister, whose mind was completely occupied by the You-Know-Who and who didn't know a thing or two, Narcissa, though the youngest of the three Black sisters, was undoubtedly the most cunning.

She had just gleaned two important pieces of information from Bellatrix's string of ramblings: firstly, the You-Know-Who might indeed be creating Horcrux, and possibly more than one.

Besides the Horcrux stolen by Regulus, the 'treasure' that his older sister kept was probably also a Horcrux.

This means... the You-Know-Who is immortal, and he could indeed return!

Another important piece of news is about Barty Crouch.

The Malfoy family was able to manipulate the Ministry of Magic for generations not only because of their astonishing wealth, but also because they had a thorough understanding of the personalities of most of the Ministry of Magic's officials. Lucius undoubtedly possessed this ability, and Narcissa, having been influenced by him since their marriage, naturally also gained some insights.

A man like Barty Crouch the Barty Crouch Sr. would never visit Azkaban in prison without a reason, especially not with his wife!

So, upon closer reflection, it's true that his wife hasn't appeared for many years.

Was he/she deceased? But when was that? And why do I have absolutely no recollection of it?

(P. S. My friend's seedlings have been signed, so I'm recommending them. Thanks everyone!)

The author intended to commemorate his own childhood, and that of many others, with this book.

He wasn't Ash Ketchum resets to zero every time he entered a new region; he was a powerful trainer recognized by the entire league.

He was not a foolish mortal who would be slaughtered by a divine beast man, but rather an agent of the gods who commanded legends.

He is not a dream-crusher who traveled for 23 years and only won the title of an unknown village, but the strongest king in the world, unmatched by anyone!

He's not just any Pokémon Trainer, he's a Pokémon Master!!!

Serena: So, what exactly are you trying to say?

Ash Ketchum: Ahem... Actually, all I wanted to say was, Serena, let's get married after I become the Champion!!!