In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Chapter 182: Garrison Auror

"That's right."

Jon said with a nod.

"Dementors are not creatures without autonomous consciousness, they can think, although their way of thinking is different from that of humans. The most important thing is that such monsters cannot be killed, even with the Patronus Charm there is no way to destroy them, not to mention the dark lord simply can not cast this charm."

"The wizard's memory charm is also ineffective against them, and if their entire horde is present, they can be found in almost all corners of the island. So as long as the dark lord has done something on this island at that time, then there must be dementors who know about it."

Fred continued to ask in confusion.

"But how do we communicate with these dementors? Even if they can understand human speech, they have no way to open their mouths and answer us, right?"

Jon snapped his fingers.

"So we're going to find them from the resident Aurors staying on this island."

Fred's face became excited as realization dawned on him.

"Right! The Auror who is in charge of the handover between the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors must know how to communicate with these monsters for sure!"

However, Jon's face did not look as excited as Fred's.

"Our goal is clear, the key is, the wizards who can become Auror are not ordinary individuals." He said seriously," It might not be difficult for the two of us together to deal with an ordinary adult wizard, but Aurors are all elites among wizards after all, and even with Nick around, there is no way we can be sure with many of them are left on this island."

Jon was well aware of his own strength and was not blinded by the previous false show of him humiliating several Death Eater professors in Hogwarts Castle.

He was well aware that he was able to do that to that extent then, mainly relying on the near-overflowing magic power of the second gem.

And now he has no such advantage, the magic stored in the ring to this day, which was absorbed from the Hogwarts students, there is no telling how much of a boost it can give him.

Maybe he and Fred might be able to work together to deal with one Auror, but who knows how many other Aurors are on this island?

After giving Fred a heads-up, they followed Nick and approached the castle in the middle.

Instead of sneaking directly into the castle, Nick led them around the edge to the other side of the castle.

"I've followed Drake's ship and sneaked onto this island a few times before, and I've basically mapped out the entire island's terrain. The Ministry of Magic Auror's quarters are not inside the castle, where the dementors gather most densely, and generally few people will want to go in except for an essential task."

"They have built a building on a flat area not far from the castle, and the Aurors stationed here are staying there."

They walked along the rugged road through a scrubland where the plants rarely seemed green because they didn't find much sun all year round.

And the ground was mostly gravel, with a few areas blanketed in the dirt.

After coming to a rock about as high as an adult, Nick reached out to stop Jon and Fred from moving forward, while gesturing for them to look to the right.

There is a small two-story building shrouded in grey mist, a faint light can be seen from the windows of the first floor.

"Look, there it is, indeed there are still people here."

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Walden Macnair didn't like his job in Azkaban.

He wasn't originally an Auror either but worked as an Executioner for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures which is part of the Beast Division of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

But due to the recent shortage of Auror manpower, he was transferred out of his original post and joined the Auror office as a temporary Auror, and was also unfortunately assigned to Azkaban Island as a garrison guard, to stay here for a month until the next shift change.

"Those damn dementors didn't visit us again, did they?"

Hearing the movement at the door, Macnair looked up impatiently at the man who had just returned from his shift in the prison, his only fellow guard on this island - Nott Scabior.

Scabior's face was faintly whitish, anyone who dealt with those dementors would not look much good.

"They are shrieking that there is not enough food in prison and want to send the rest of their kind to the British Isles, they seem to know that those dementors in Britain are living a good life."

Scabior took off his leather coat and grumbled with a frown.

"It's your turn for the next patrol, you can't keep making excuses to send me! I'm an Auror, not a prisoner in jail!"

"I'm not even an Auror!" Macnair yelled.

"A sinful Crup was waiting for me to sever its head, but then they dragged me here! Didn't even ask my opinion!"

"You're already here, so don't complain about the rest, do your duty, or I'll write a report on your work truthfully when you can get back to the Ministry of Magic."

Scabior stared at Macnair, without the slightest intention of bemoaning his situation at all.

Macnair was a little annoyed as if he did not like Scabior taking this matter to press him, but he can not do anything about it.

He could only whine about something else.

"Why are there suddenly so many people missing from the Auror office? It's not like there's been unrest anywhere in Britain lately."

Scabior obviously knew something, his eyes flashed, but he did not say much, just shook his head.

"This is a secret mission assigned to them in the Ministry of Magic, you better pry less, and focus on staying here for a month, then later when you return to the Ministry of Magic there will still be a chance to return to your original post."

Hearing Scabior's warning, Macnair did not ask any more questions, he muttered something under his breath that no one else could hear and got up and walked towards the kitchen.

He picked up two steaks that hadn't been properly fried and were still steaming when he suddenly seemed to catch a glimpse of something luminous floating across his field of vision out of the corner of his eye.

When he focused on that direction again, there was no one there.

He did not raise any alarm, there is no way anyone would come to this shitty place, that light could be a buried dead body lit up with phosphorescence, or it could be some of the island's remaining protective magic or something.

In the cold wind howling outside the window, Nick drifted back to Jon and Fred, who were hiding behind the rocks.

"Checked it out, the first floor is bedrooms, there's no one in there right now, there are two Aurors on the ground floor, one of them looks like he just got back from prison inspection, they're getting ready for lunch right now."

Jon looked up, the midday sun pierced through the pervasive grey fog, making him squint subconsciously.

"If there's only two of them, then there's still a chance for us to give it a try. But to be on the safe side, it's best to wait for a time when they're separated."

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