Chapter 104: “Prison Break (1)”
The sudden cold current from the North Atlantic Ocean swept Western Europe overnight.
The weather turned dreadful.
Relentless heavy rain persisted for nearly two weeks, shrouding the sky in darkness.
The dense clouds, accompanied by fierce winds and downpours, drenched the ground.
Even the typically calm North Sea now raged and roared.
On the seas surface, a Muggle fishing boat valiantly battled the stormy waves, teetering on the brink of being engulfed at any moment.
Onlookers couldnt help but feel anxious for the crew.
This damned weather! Cornelius Fudge exclaimed, angrily tossing his half-smoked cigar onto the ground.
Even enjoying a smoke had become a luxury in such a fierce storm.
His eyes remained fixed on the Muggle fishing boat out at sea.
When will I be able to leave this cursed island? he complained aloud, forcing himself to avert his gaze from the distant boat.
Suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning pierced through the dark clouds, illuminating the sky and Earth.
In that instant, Fudge saw it clearly. Just a few yards away, perched on a fence, was a peculiarly marked cat.
The lines around its eyes formed an unusual pattern, resembling a pair of square brindle cat glasses.
The cat sat quietly in the midst of the storm, seemingly unaffected.
Fudge couldnt help but clean his glasses.
How could such a creature exist on this small island? It was incredible!
But upon closer inspection, the Piebald Cat had vanished completely, leaving only an empty fence.
It was just his imagination, Fudge concluded.
He hurried past that section of the wall, unwilling to linger any longer in the storm.
He yearned to return to camp as quickly as possible.
They were known as Dementors and considered some of the most detestable beings on Earth.
Dementors! He said while feeling annoyed.
These creatures, shrouded in cloaks, resembled decayed figures submerged in water.
Their withered hands and rotten bodies instilled terror, draining the surrounding environment of vitality and reminding both wizards and Muggles of their worst fears.
No one liked them, not even the Ministry of Magic officials who frequently interacted with them.
If one were to delve into the history of Azkaban and Dementors, the name of the malevolent Dark Wizard Ekrizdiz would be impossible to ignore.
Ekrizdiz said to hail from the Netherlands, was Azkabans original occupanta mighty Dark Wizard who lived during the 14th and 15th centuries.
He constructed a fortress on the island.
While alive, Ekrizdiz relished luring, torturing, and killing Muggle sailors passing through, using them as subjects for his dangerous experiments in dark magic.
During his lifetime, no one knew of Azkaban Islands existence.
The islands spell concealed it from view, even on maps.
After Ekrizdizs demise, the hidden spell lost its effect, and the British Ministry of Magic finally discovered the island and its structure.
The wizards dispatched to investigate the island hesitated to disclose the horrors they witnessed there.
They merely remarked on the existence of profoundly repugnant magical creatures, dubbing them Dementors, and declined to reveal further details.
Many British wizarding authorities believed the island exceedingly malevolent at the time, advocating for its complete destruction.
However, concerns arose that destroying the island would unleash vengeful Dementors upon the wizarding world, as there were no effective means to combat these terror-inducing creatures at the time.
The Patronus Charm had yet to be studied, and the wizarding community, lacking a powerful force, was ill-equipped to face them.
Furthermore, before Uric Gamp founded the Ministry of Magic, the British wizarding world was in disarray, needing more significant authority.
Consequently, Azkabans Island was abandoned for many years.
Dementors continued to attack passing Muggle ships, tormenting sailors and draining their happiness and souls.
Every wall of Azkaban carried echoes of torture and suffering, attracting more Dementors to its confines.