Even among Ministry of Magic’s Aurors, or Hogwarts’ outstanding graduates each year, there are only a small portion of wizards who can master wandless casting, this advanced technique.
Let alone use it to summon a Patronus.
You must know that the Patronus Charm is the oldest and most powerful extraordinary magic in the wizarding world.
Although Rayleigh’s Patronus is incomplete, and in form it is only a mass of vague shadow, considering the environment of Azkaban and Rayleigh’s age, the entire group is shocked by Rayleigh’s extraordinary magical talent.
Fudge regrets this matter greatly in his heart.
If he had known earlier that Azkaban was imprisoning a young wizard with such talent, no matter what method was used, it would not be worse than now.
Seeing Dumbledore and the group appear before his eyes, Rayleigh knows he has won the gamble.
He collapses weakly into Jessica’s arms, a happy smile hanging on his face.
“All right, child.
The Dementors have been driven away.” Dumbledore looks at him with a smile.
The Elder Wand waves out brilliant magical light, making the entire cell dry and bright.
“Miss Rita, I think little Rayleigh is not suited to appearing in the newspaper.” Dumbledore turns to look at Rita, his gaze sharp and powerfully intimidating.
“I…
of course.
Protecting their privacy is the bottom line of us journalists.” Rita hurriedly nods and uses Incendio to burn the negatives to ashes.
“Child, your name is Rayleigh, yes?
Come with me…” Dumbledore extends his hand and looks kindly at Rayleigh.
“Headmaster Dumbledore, I think Hogwarts is not suitable for Rayleigh as he is now.” Malfoy walks over and looks at Jessica, offering the mother and son another option.
Jessica looks excitedly at Dumbledore and wants to say something, but Rayleigh asks first: “Is Mom coming with me?”
Rayleigh holds Jessica’s hand and does not look at Dumbledore or Malfoy.
His gaze passes over the two of them and looks at Cornelius Fudge behind them, whose face is full of misfortune.
Rayleigh, familiar with the original work, knows clearly in his heart that choosing Dumbledore means keeping distance from the pure-blood families.
Perhaps in the future, he can rely on this to join Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix, but the Ministry of Magic may only give a simple apology in the end.
However, he has been imprisoned for a full ten years, changing from a baby into a thin, weak youth.
Every day with Dementors for company, he’s fearful and anxious.
Let alone his mother Jessica, who now finds even standing and walking strenuous.
Rayleigh also knows clearly in his heart that Dumbledore loves Harry Potter more than anyone.
Choosing Dumbledore will only make him another Weasley.
He detests that kind of life of depending on others’ whims, detests being someone else’s companion and bodyguard, and detests even more having to sacrifice himself at any time for someone else’s glory.
As for Malfoy, Rayleigh feels extreme disdain in his heart.
The pure-blood ideology fills Lucius Malfoy’s already small head.
Allying with the doomed Voldemort only proves that his stupidity is greater than his sinister cunning.
‘I must have my own position.
Whether for myself or for Mom.’ Rayleigh secretly swears in his heart, staring at the shocked Minister Fudge.
‘A clever child.’ Malfoy also turns his head to look over, ‘As expected of a pure-blood wizard, at such a young age he already understands how to fight for the greatest benefit.’ Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“Cough, cough…” Minister Fudge hears Rayleigh’s young, childish voice and freezes, not knowing what to do for a moment.
If it were only Rayleigh leaving, whether to Hogwarts or Malfoy Manor, he would have no objection.
In any case, the Ministry of Magic is the least suitable place.
But Jessica is a Death Eater, and procedurally, she cannot leave Azkaban.
But if they handle it according to regulations and let this poor mother and son be separated, Fudge knows clearly in his heart that tomorrow, he will be kicked out of the Ministry of Magic in disgrace because of it.
Just as Minister Fudge does not know how to handle it, his assistant, Janus, hurriedly pulls Fudge’s sleeve and whispers secretly.
Fudge’s eyes light up.
He steps forward and stands between Dumbledore and Malfoy.
“Gentlemen, I think what Jessica and her son need most right now is treatment in St.
Mungo’s Hospital.” Minister Fudge does not mention whether Jessica is innocent.
After all, a prisoner receiving medical parole complies with procedure, and no wizard can find fault with it.
“Headmaster Dumbledore, I think their physical condition is not suited for Apparition.”
“I brought a flying carpet…”
“Miss Rita, you should know that flying carpets are a prohibited means of transportation in Britain.” Malfoy glares at her.
Rita can only purse her lips and secretly mark this down against him.
Seeing that Dumbledore does not object, Malfoy reveals a brilliant smile: “The Malfoy Family has a magical ship in the North Sea used for transport.”
Dumbledore ponders for a moment and says helplessly: “Mr.
Malfoy, the magical ship you mention is a good idea.”
Malfoy summons a wizard and gives a few instructions.
Before long, an ornate magical ship appears by the sea.
The hull is painted with the Malfoy Family’s crest, and the masts stand tall.
It does not look like a transport ship at all.
The magical ship sails steadily through the waves of the North Sea.
Azkaban Castle slowly shrinks, and at some unknown moment, it disappears into one of the waves.
In the cabin, Dumbledore softly applies some basic healing spells to Rayleigh and Jessica.
“Episkey.” He waves his wand, and the wounds and bruises on their bodies gradually disappear.
“Aguamenti.” A cool stream of water washes away thick layers of filth.
“Furnunculus.” The bruises and swelling also gradually fade.
“Take this Blood-Replenishing Potion.” Dumbledore takes out a bright red potion and feeds it to Rayleigh and Jessica.
Rayleigh feels the pain in his body lessen, and his spirit recovers somewhat.
“Child, this is only basic treatment.
True recovery still takes time.” Dumbledore says lovingly.
“But now, just knowing that you are safe is enough to reassure me.”
The ship passes through layer after layer of mist, and the silhouette of the city finally appears on the sea horizon.
Rayleigh grips his mother’s hand tightly.
A golden ray of light pierces through the thick clouds in the sky.
When they disembark, Rita’s new report is sent back to the newspaper office.
The entire magical world is concerned about their news.
As soon as the newspaper hits the market, it is snatched up completely.
[We Return by Ship]
[On the storm-tossed sea, a magical ship slowly sails toward St.
Mungo’s Hospital.
The Malfoy Family’s crest at the bow gently sways in the waves, symbolizing the participation of an ancient pure-blood family in this rescue operation.]
[I rode this ship and witnessed a perseverance for life and love.
That poor boy and his brave mother, after being unlawfully imprisoned for many years, finally became known to the world with the help of the prison warden Paul.
Thanks to Headmaster Dumbledore’s great benevolence and the Ministry of Magic’s timely action, this major judicial error was corrected.]
[When the ship docked, the child’s frail figure leaned in his mother’s embrace, and I could not help but feel compassion.
This child, who struggled in pain in Azkaban for many years, can finally receive true care and treatment.
At the same time, I also feel comforted by the courage and sense of responsibility shown by the Ministry of Magic.]
[The process of correcting a mistake is certainly winding, but the beauty of the result surpasses everything.
This voyage across wild winds and huge waves is a praise of life and hope.
When true justice is upheld, our shared humanity also shines.
I sincerely hope this is only the first step toward happiness, and a better future still lies ahead.]
[Reporter, Rita Skeeter]
When they learn that the mother and son are at St.
Mungo’s Hospital, countless owls rush in carrying gifts.
The enthusiasm of the wizards is difficult for the medical staff to withstand.
Fortunately, they say the patients have already been discharged, so everyone leaves regretfully.
The top floor of the hospital is a special ward area, and several rooms belong to the Malfoy Family, who sponsor a large amount of funding every year.
In the most luxurious room, Rayleigh and Jessica stay.
It was originally piled full of gifts, but at Rayleigh’s request, they were returned one by one.
“Rayleigh, how is your recovery going?” Lucius has a smile on his face.
It can be seen that his mood is quite good.