Draco exchanged an impatient glance with Harry. Seeing that Harry wasn't in a hurry, he could only wait helplessly, while also twisting his neck, making a cracking sound.
"Ah, yes." His voice became a bit louder. "All the criminals in Britain go there!
But most people don't know. Azkaban actually has two!"
"Two?!" Harry's expression became serious.
"Mm." Paul nodded. "One holds serious criminals, like that… uh… Sirius, and Bellatrix… I think those were their names, quite famous…
Then, there's the Azkaban for ordinary criminals like us. We're lucky; those tattered robes don't wantonly drain our souls.
Tattered robes, that's what we call the Dementors. You'll know when you see them. Those guys are like floating, ragged robes."
"Are the two Azkabans together, or?!"
"Not two." He suddenly contradicted Draco's words again. "There's only one Azkaban. It's divided into an inner layer and an outer layer. We're in the outer layer, serious criminals are in the inner layer."
Draco's mouth twitched, and he patiently said, "So, how much do you know about the inner layer?!"
"The inner layer… I only know that all the prisoners there are in independent cells. Even Hit Wizardss aren't allowed to enter the inner layer outside of designated times, otherwise the Dementors will attack indiscriminately.
And they are also forbidden from communicating with the inner layer prisoners. The prisoners also have no recreation time, none of the things the outer layer cells have for their so-called "rights."
According to a Hit Wizards, each cell there is no different from a pigsty. Those confined inside are just pigs that can stand up.
The only difference is that they don't generate profit like pigs."
"Pigs?!"
"Yes, because most people there are mentally disturbed, um… yielding to survival instincts, they prefer to sleep, which greatly reduces the chance of being targeted by Dementors. The Dementors in the inner layer can feast on the prisoners at any time."
"What about meal delivery? What time every day?"
"We get meals at noon and evening, what we eat is up to chance… The inner layer gets one meal a day, in the evening, which is just our leftovers mixed together for them.
The job of those Hit Wizardss is to ensure that the people inside don't starve to death or die from fighting each other."
"Tell me in detail about the Hit Wizardss, and where does the food come from? What about illness? Is it all remote coordination or are there relevant departments set up inside the Castle?" Draco inquired in detail about Azkaban.
"No, it's not." Paul shook his head. "Azkaban has two, it's a mother-and-child island."
Draco now very much! Very much wanted to punch that dazed face!!
Is it two or not!!
"Hit Wizardss are people who failed the Auror exam. Their grades aren't as good as official Aurors, so they can only tough it out in difficult places to gain experience. However, these guys are usually not allowed to carry wands inside.
Typically, they have a strap on their wrist connected to a soft stick. It can be used to beat people, at least to beat us guys who get our souls sucked out by Dementors every day, there's no problem.
Then, as for food and such, as I said, Azkaban has two, it's a mother-and-child island. Around the main small island, there's also a towering small island.
That island is where the Hit Wizardss usually rest. And some goods also come from there. On the small island, chocolate is hard currency.
If any of you know someone who's going to Azkaban, listen to me, find places on your body where you can hide things, and hide more chocolate. Right now, there's no spell that can detect chocolate."
"Chocolate…" Draco's mouth twitched.
"Where exactly is Azkaban?" Draco asked again.
"I don't know." Paul shook his head. "Sentenced people are transferred from the Ministry of Magic to Azkaban. The child island has a corresponding independent Floo Network.
Once you get there, you can only see the sea. We only know it's somewhere in the North Sea. You don't see merchant ships or anything around.
There are no seagulls there either, because flying is not allowed. When we had outdoor time, we observed that three sides of the small island are cliffs."
Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately felt troubled.
Britain's waters were not small.
"Is there anything more detailed?" Draco took out a small pouch from his pocket and shook it slightly; the clinking of Galleons could be heard from within.
"I…" Paul's voice gradually deepened.
"I… I need to think!"
Money moves hearts. With the gleaming Galleons in front of him, he himself became more motivated, forcing himself to dig into those memories he preferred not to recall.
"I, I have one!!" he suddenly said, then whispered, "I know someone who knows more than me. He's a Hit Wizards. I delivered things to him when I ran errands for a shop in Diagon Alley.
He didn't recognize me, but I recognized him!
I saw that he was disabled, which might be why he didn't continue working there. His life also seems very difficult—perhaps you can find what you want from him."
As he spoke, he even raised his hand to swear: "If I'm lying to you, Merlin will abandon me tomorrow and turn me into a stupid Muggle!!"
Draco glanced at Mundungus, tilting his head slightly.
Mundungus could only slink back into the pub first.
A moment later, he only saw Paul return to the pub with a satisfied expression.
"Where are those two?"
"They left. They just left after asking their questions." Paul said.
"How much did they give you?!" Mundungus immediately asked impatiently.
"I don't know." Paul said, patting his bulging pocket.
"Damn it! You're rich." Mundungus's eyes gleamed. This full pocket was worlds apart from the money pouch he had received two days ago.
"If you ask me, you should give me half. Without my recommendation, where would you have…"
"Who are you?"
…
Outside the window, Harry subtly glanced at the two arguing people, then his figure disappeared.
"It seems the two of them really aren't partners…"
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