Imprisoned in Azkaban at the Start [New Book Sets Sail]

Gringotts.

A long-sealed vault.

In the vast space, only a single notebook lay on the floor, covered in dust.

Today, an old man opened the vault's heavy doors.

Following the clues left behind by that person, he had found his way here.

Seeing the notebook, the old man cautiously refrained from touching it with his hands.

He gave a light flick of the Elder Wand.

The diary flew up and opened of its own accord.

What greeted the old man through his half-moon spectacles was a string of "colorful language," and simultaneously, he heard someone cursing in his ear—a voice he knew all too well.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Oh." The old man showed a hint of surprise.

"What a temperamental young man."

He remarked.

Like a Howler, this diary possessed a voice; the moment it opened, someone began to roar!

Hysterical.

"If that despicable Herpo gave me another chance, I would definitely commit suicide before being locked up in Azkaban.

That place is simply too terrifying.

It is worse than death.

Even after escaping, it has become my eternal nightmare.

I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

Those foolish Ministry of Magic bureaucrats, those disgusting Dementors.

One day, I will kill every single Dementor, every last one!

Such vile things should never have appeared in the wizarding world!

I will throw every bureaucrat in the Ministry into Azkaban! I swear it!"

Someone had used blue ink to vent their emotions in this unremarkable diary.

The resentment was palpable, spilling off the page.

Below this passage, a pseudonym was written.

Dewey Jones.

"Dewey Jones? It really is you.

You called me here just to show me your inner journey?

This is truly interesting. While you weren't my most accomplished student, you are the most interesting person I have ever met."

The old man chuckled softly and continued to turn the pages.

Having finished that page, the reader seemed to grow interested in the diary.

He used the Elder Wand to flip back to the first page.

On the very first page of the diary, the sentences were written in an increasingly frantic scrawl.

The voice it emitted grew even more deranged!

"Hell-difficulty mission: I open my eyes and find myself in Azkaban?

What did I do to deserve being sent to Azkaban alongside that madwoman Bellatrix!

No!!!

I can't, I have to break out; I refuse to go to Azkaban.

I am innocent!

Damn Voldemort.

Damn the Ministry of Magic.

Damn Dumbledore!

Ministers, Aurors, Hit Wizards, the White Wizard, the Dark Lord, and the Ministry's damn bureaucrats!

You are all a bunch of idiots!

I will definitely get out of Azkaban!

Those bitches at the Ministry, they will pay for what they've done!"

Hearing himself referred to as the White Wizard, the old man was left speechless.

He raised the Elder Wand, deflected several hexes hidden within the pages, and sighed in resignation.

"Naughty little fellow."

He said.

To this day, the old man still did not know how Dewey had escaped from Azkaban.

He did not even know where the little fellow had run off to.

He had toyed with half the wizarding world.

It was truly curious.

Just as the old man wanted to delve deeper into Dewey's psychological journey.

Behind him, the door lock clicked open.

A massive figure walked in.

Hagrid was wearing his large coat, clanking and clattering.

His complexion was terrible; he looked as if he were about to vomit.

"Headmaster," he said to Dumbledore, "I have retrieved the item you wanted. Dewey left a jinx on the door, turning the goblin who opened it into a pig.

He left behind a gold Galleon, saying it was for Harry Potter.

He said it was the price for the Invisibility Cloak; cash on delivery, transaction complete."

"Transaction complete? Very well, Hagrid."

Dumbledore did not seem surprised that someone had purchased a Deathly Hallow for a single gold coin.

He naturally tucked the diary in his hand into his robes and said, "Very well, since you have retrieved the item, let us head back. The Gringotts carts are quite thrilling to ride, aren't they?

Would you care to ride one back, Hagrid? Though this time, I shall sit in the cart in front of yours.

Remember to hold onto that gold Galleon; it is for Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore said playfully, winking at Hagrid before being the first to board the cart. It sped off toward the surface building of Gringotts like a lightning bolt, letting out a "Whoo-hoo!"

Hearing the Headmaster's words, Hagrid's complexion turned even worse. He forcibly suppressed the urge to vomit, put on his goggles, and said, "Alright, you little runt, let's begin our adventure!"

The Gringotts goblin wore a malicious expression.

"Very well, sir, hold onto the railing."

The goblin looked at Hagrid with malice and slammed on the accelerator. The cart shot toward the surface of Gringotts at a jaw-dropping speed, like a rocket!

A few minutes later, in the lobby of Gringotts Bank.

Hagrid, his legs trembling, landed on the ground of Gringotts and let out a "Wah," vomiting a mess of filth onto the floor.

The goblin looked on with disgust.

Dumbledore took out his wand and gave it a flick.

"Hagrid, it seems your motion sickness hasn't improved much."

Dumbledore said. He led Hagrid out of Gringotts and saw the bustling wizards of Diagon Alley.

"Let us return."

Dumbledore said.

"I still need to continue scouting for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the school. I hope this time, the teacher will be able to stay for a longer duration. There aren't many qualified candidates left."

He muttered to himself, leading Hagrid into the crowd, where they vanished from sight.

1982, evening.

Unknown waters.

A region that could not be located by magic.

A small boat drifted quietly, crossing through turbulent waves.

From here, one could already see Azkaban.

Due to the tension and despair, Dewey Jones, who had just transmigrated, felt his stomach churning with extreme discomfort, nauseated and wanting to retch.

His whole body was shivering.

The woman laughing maniacally behind him only made Dewey feel more desperate.

"I don't want to go to Azkaban. I'm innocent. I'm just a poor transmigrator."

These words were the only things in his mind.

He wanted to jump off the boat, but the Auror sitting nearby and the sharks circling in the ocean made him abandon that dangerous thought.

Under the setting sun, Azkaban was shrouded in shadow.

With a "thud."

The boat docked.

Dewey saw several Hit Wizards from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement stationed there, hurrying over without delay.

They couldn't wait to leave this place.

The ship arrived, supplies came, and this meant the Ministry had sent people to relieve them.

There were only a handful of Aurors who knew the Patronus Charm, and they took turns guarding the prison.

Seeing the newcomers, they all breathed a sigh of relief, a rare smile gracing their faces.

But the joy was short-lived.

"We almost attracted those Dementors."

One of the Aurors muttered.

Dewey's gaze swept over the Aurors, then looked beyond them.

Behind them stood a cliff hundreds of meters high.

Atop this cliff was the maximum-security section of the wizarding prison, the Dementors' habitat, and Dewey's future "home."

Dementors, those powerful and evil dark creatures, flew like giant bats among the ruins of the ancient castle on the cliff. Just a glance made Dewey feel his breath catch.

"These damned, filthy things."

Mad-Eye Moody couldn't help but grumble.

Even elite Aurors disliked these dark creatures.

Being here felt like being submerged in icy seawater, damp and despairing.

He took out some chocolate from his robes, broke it into pieces, and handed it to the Aurors.

Beside him, three elite Aurors held their wands, watching the prisoners on the ship.

The Aurors behind them were also on high alert, ready to cast curses if the few on the ship made any sudden moves.

After glancing at the Dementors, Mad-Eye Moody turned his attention to the prisoners he was escorting. He took a swig of liquor and exhaled towards them, "Aha, you scumbags, enjoy your wonderful life here. I swear you'll rot here, you will.

With your master."

Dewey Jones remained silent, his heart filled with despair.

"I am innocent."

He said in a low voice.

His words drew laughter from the woman behind him.

"You coward, you wretch, you disgusting maggot.

Master doesn't have such a weak subordinate!

You should be grateful I don't have my wand, or I would use the Cruciatus Curse to teach you a lesson about loyalty."

The woman behind him said madly, spittle flying.

Her once beautiful face was now horribly contorted.

Dewey glanced at the woman and then at the high-ranking Death Eaters beside her, despair in his eyes.

He didn't understand why he was so unlucky.

When he transmigrated, he found himself in London. Before he could even figure out what was going on, he saw high-ranking Death Eaters around him.

In 1981, Voldemort's Avada Kedavra on Harry Potter failed, and he fled, his fragmented soul flying across several countries to Albania.

The Ministry of Magic launched a full-scale counterattack.

Aurors were everywhere, arresting fleeing Death Eaters.

The owner of this body, Dewey Jones, a Ravenclaw from the Eagle House, a loyal Death Eater, had lost his mind. Instead of finding a way to beg for mercy at the Ministry, claiming he was under the Imperius Curse and controlled by Voldemort to escape punishment.

He did the opposite, colluding with high-ranking Death Eaters, and along with the madwoman Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband, and Barty Jr., went to capture the Auror Longbottoms, torture them, and interrogate them for Voldemort's whereabouts.

He was an accomplice in gathering information.

As a result, they were all caught.

Bella and her husband, and Barty Jr. were sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

Dewey was sentenced to forty years in prison, also serving time in Azkaban.

"Disembark, you scum."

Mad-Eye Moody said, holding his wand towards them.

Azkaban was the name of the island.

Here, the entire island was Azkaban, and only those serving severe sentences were confined to the Dementors' lair.

The lighter offenders were mostly left outside the castle, not constantly "harassed" by the Dementors.

Their chances of survival were much higher.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Mad-Eye Moody summoned his Patronus and led them towards the ancient castle on the cliff.

Dewey and the others behind him, controlled by the Imperius Curse, followed Mad-Eye Moody step by step.

Outside the ancient castle, the Dementors flitting about seemed quite happy.

They could sense that today, they would get an extra meal!

Dewey was thrown into the ancient castle. Light vanished, and the Dementors swarmed him, sucking greedily!

Dewey didn't even have time to think before the Dementors drained all his happiness, and he fainted.

After their meal, the Dementors turned and left, seeking other sources of joy.

Mad-Eye Moody continued leading the remaining prisoners deeper into the prison.