On the morning of the next day, almost everyone knew that there would be a big shot coming today.

The breakfast I sent this morning was no longer the past roasted potatoes and vegetable soup with lack of oil and salt, but was replaced with tomato sauce, soybeans, fried eggs, grilled sausages and oatmeal porridge, and the black bread was replaced with slightly browned toast - more importantly, everyone got a whole chocolate frog, which was an enjoyment that could not be desired in the past.

The dementors didn't come to have dinner last night. The attackers rushed over early to check the hygiene of each cell. This time they did not bring any entertainment products such as cigarettes and alcohol to any cell. Some people even had no way to get any information.

"Hey, you said that this time the investigation is so strict, who is going to come?"

"Is it the director of the Auror office in such a big situation?"

"What's the matter with the director of the Auror office? He is not a direct leader, so he has to work so hard?"

"Can't it be the Minister of Magic?"

"If the Minister of Magic is coming, it's time for the people of the Prophet Daily to come and take pictures. Is it your turn to have supper waiting here?"

"That's right. Could it be that Britain has replaced the king and is preparing to pardon a group of prisoners?"

"What's wrong with Muggles? Don't think too much."

Various speculations circulated among the prisoners, but no one knew the truth.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, things finally developed further. Starting from a cell far away from William and the others, the prisoners were taken out of the cell one by one and sent back after some questions. After returning, they said they knew nothing about what they were going to do, but who was asking and what they asked. The people who came back shook their heads desperately, saying that they had been warned and strictly forbidden to say it.

The message was passed quickly, but when the prisoner accelerated his speed of raising people, he didn't know what he was going to do today. He just knew that the other party seemed to want to select some people through these questions.

William and his team even started arguing about what the other party wanted to do.

People with longer sentences tend to take the selected prisoners away directly this time or significantly reduce the sentence for subsequent employment. Therefore, this investigation can appropriately boast about their abilities so that they can more easily leave this damn cage.

If the sentence is shorter, it is believed that the reason why the prisoner is used is because the prisoner can sacrifice too much for freedom. Therefore, it is best to deliberately hide the shortcomings in this investigation, so that it is better to be elected as cannon fodder at that time, and even have no right to refuse.

The two sides quarreled, but it did not affect the speed of the strikers helping to lift people. When William and his cell were mentioned, William obviously noticed that the strikers had a bit of awe and joy on their faces - which made William instantly feel that this investigation should have nothing good to eat.

The probability of finding cannon fodders is too high, William has calculated that his sentence is less than one year, and it is much better to be a slut.

After making up his mind to deliberately call me proudly during the investigation, William felt relieved.

Although Azkaban is not a good place to be a swordsman in Shilipo, it is not unacceptable to safely accepting the strict protection of the Ministry of Magic compared to starting to be cannon fodder.

Soon, William met his investigator, or interviewer, under the leadership of the striker.

The other party was a woman with a head of velvet hair that reminded William of Chow Chow for no reason. She wore a pair of thick glasses and her clothes were outdated and weird. If she wasn't too old, William could even easily put the word "官网娱乐娱乐娱乐 on the other party's head.

Workaholic, ruthless, cold-blooded, hated marriage - countless derogatory words appeared in William's mind, but William forced him to suppress it.

He knew very well that his preconceived negative emotions affected his judgment of the other party. If this negative emotion was extended, he would have a high probability of not being able to hold on to waste.

The other party glanced at William, looked up at the roof, and after about a minute of silence, he asked at the two hitters: "Is he William?"

"no problem."

"Okay, thank you, take him back and bring someone next, thank you."

Is this the end?

William was stunned, but obediently did not express any desire to resist - if he disagrees, the person behind the table shouted loudly - very good, very energetic, it's you!

In this case, isn’t he losing a lot?

William, who was confused, was taken back to prison, and the others also finished the formalities one after another and began to return to the cell.

The four people who came back from the cell alone met four different investigators. The investigation methods were very strange, some talked, some did questions, and even handed a magic wand to cast a spell, which made people unable to summarize what the other party wanted to do.

When the fifth guy came back, the guy started yelling before he could sit down:

"My God, I'm scared, why is Professor McGonagall still so scary!"

Then he turned into a jumping little rabbit, amusing the whole cell.

The striker in charge of the ward off the man also laughed, but he still used his wand to whip hard.

The petite rabbit fled wildly under the whip, but was still hit hard for more than a dozen times, rumbling on the ground in pain, and it was not until the strikers stopped and they returned to their original form.

"You said you were talking too much when you entered the cell. This time, you were openly warning not to disclose the content of the investigation to anyone who was unaware of it and dared to talk too much. If you were discovered again, it would not be a whip!"

The striker left the cell cursingly, looked at the list of prisoners in his hand, started to imprison people from the next cell, and locked William and the others' door.

"Tsk, you said you are wronged or not, why are you shouting so loudly? No one gives you money, and you still can't control yourself after entering Azkaban!"

The big man ruthlessly mocked him and threw out a bottle of potion from his bed - there were many bumps in the cell, and this thing was also currency, and everyone had some preparations.

"I didn't expect that I could meet a professor in this ghost place. The professor even scolded me for using transfiguration. When I came back, I panicked and forgot about the matter - be gentle, it hurts!"

"You are so brainless. When you see it, no one knows that it is a professor. You are also yelling when you come back. We don't have eyes, so why don't you say it? You've been warned yet?"

Jiuzhi responded unhappily while applying medicine.

Have you all seen it?

Why don't I know each other?

Why no one warned me?

We are not a Azkaban? Who am I? Where is this?

(I guess I can't finish writing, I will make up for it tomorrow morning)
Chapter completed!