Chapter 688： Minister of Magic Fudge's request for help

He leaned back on the sofa, put his hands on the armrests of the sofa, and said lazily, "What happened these days?"

Harry and the others immediately gathered around. They sat on the sofa opposite George and said, "The next day after you left, something big happened in the magical world."

"Voldemort's Death Eaters attacked Azkaban and released many dark wizards."

"Those Death Eaters who were loyal to Voldemort all escaped. Among them is Voldemort's capable man Bellatrix Lestrange, who tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom , Causing them to become permanently disabled."

"They really found a good time."

George frowned slightly. These Death Eaters had just seized the opportunity to go out, not knowing whether it was a coincidence or something else.

"Any other news?" George looked at them and continued to ask, "Where did you hear this news?"

Hermione said slowly, "The Minister of Magic Fudge wrote you an urgent letter of help, and sent it in a purple envelope. You are not at home, and Mrs. Soros will reply to you first and comfort Fudge."

Harry continued, "What we know is that Fudge revealed in the letter. The specific information has not been revealed in the news. The Ministry of Magic has blocked the news and is waiting for you to come back to make up your mind. These days Fudge has already I have sent several letters, all waiting for you to make a decision."

The day after George and Anna left, the Minister of Magic Fudge's urgent letter for help was sent through George's messenger. George was not there and couldn't be contacted, so Mrs. Soros had to reply to George's letter and comfort Fudge.

These few days, Fudge is afraid that he is very anxious.

While they were talking, grandmother and Anna walked out of the kitchen with silver plates.

"time to eat."

Anna smiled and waved to them.

"Well, let's eat first, and talk about other things later."

George sat up from the sofa and stretched again.

He ignored the worry on Harry's faces and walked straight to the dining table, pulled the chair away, and sat down.

He has been out for several days and has not eaten a meal until now.

The dishes were ready quickly, all his favorite foods.

It can be seen that considering that he has not eaten for a few days, the dishes today are very rich.

The long table is filled with all kinds of plates. The rich dishes are very satisfying, but George's appetite makes him unsatisfied. After eating only half of the usual amount, he put down the tableware.

"Did you not sleep yesterday?"

Seeing George's poor appetite, Anna asked softly, "Or, wait and rest for a while."

"It feels a little lazy, but it doesn't seem to be the reason for not sleeping well." George pondered. "My appetite has indeed become smaller. Maybe it's because of the excessive magic."

The first meal four days later, there was no feeling of hunger at all. It was easy to fill up his stomach, and he immediately had a reasonable guess.

The biggest change in him was naturally that he was on the snow-capped mountain, with the help of magic, swallowing the magic power of the two phoenixes.

"Is it a good change?"

Anna asked softly, with deep concern in her eyes. George's previous actions were not simple magic experiments, and the changes brought about by that action made her worried.

"Probably, apart from making my appetite smaller, everything else is considered a good change."

George's expression was depressed, and his magical power was indeed a good change. His astonishing appetite before was also closely related to his huge consumption. The greater the consumption, the greater the demand for energy and food.

And now, he had swallowed enough magic power from Phoenix.

Suddenly, his demand for energy and food has also been greatly reduced, and his appetite for taking meals with him has decreased a lot.

Seeing that George wanted to eat but couldn't eat it, everyone else smiled softly.

"Then eat when you are hungry."

Anna smiled and said, "My appetite has become smaller, so I will try each more."

"That's the way." George left the table reluctantly.

After lunch, my grandmother gave George a few letters of help from Fudge.

George took the few letters of help enclosed in purple letters, and he watched them slowly.

From the words between the lines, you can see Fudge's anxiety.

The Azkaban incident seemed to be serious. Otherwise, Fudge, who has always been weak, will not continuously send urgent letters for help.

However, it is understandable that there are more than one hundred people in Azkaban, and there are many dark wizards inside. After these dark wizards were rescued by Voldemort, they had no choice but to take refuge in Voldemort.

With more than one hundred dark wizards, Voldemort’s servants are no longer just a few Death Eaters hundreds of people have served, Voldemort. The actions that can be performed in the dark have suddenly increased.

But none of these affect George's mood.

In Duo Dian, it's just that. When he and Voldemort are in the realm, those ordinary wizards are not useful in battle.

As for other uses, let alone talk about it. Voldemort was still oppressed in the corner by him, and the support of these dark wizards was of little help to Voldemort.

After reading these letters, George slowly pondered the next response.

"Wait to go out?"

The grandmother asked calmly, "Fudge has been in distress these past few days, and has been in a hurry. He controls the news and prevents the news of Azkaban being attacked from spreading, but he can't control it for long."

"From three days ago to this morning, Fudge's letter has been delivered every day. It can be seen that it is not easy for him, the Minister of Magic, to press such big news."

George pondered, "It's not too late for this day. I'll let the messenger arrange a time and go directly to Azkaban tomorrow."

I just got home just now and I have to deal with a lot of troubles. This is not a comfortable experience. He wouldn't rush to the Ministry of Magic recklessly, it would be a waste of his time.

After a little thought, he made a decision and had to go to Azkaban to see the actual situation.

"It's fine if you decide." Grandma said gently.

George quickly wrote the reply and sent it to the messenger.

.....

the next day.

Azkaban, located on a small island in the Dover Strait in the North Sea.

The small island is an isolated island surrounded by water, about fifty kilometers away from the land, not far away. However, the waters here are densely covered with undercurrents of reefs, and there are usually no ships coming.