In fact, the man had been arrested for almost half a month, but all the trial procedures were only completed today.

A man named "Tom Riddle".

But Fudge thought this was a bit absurd, because according to what Dumbledore had explained to him, this Tom Riddle seemed to be a man from fifty years ago. And he had taken a look at the vicious criminal before he was taken to Azkaban this morning.

Contrary to expectations, the man didn't look fierce at all. To be honest, Fudge thought he was quite handsome. Moreover, he was clearly a student. How could he be a person from fifty years ago?

But he looked through the Hogwarts graduate lists over the years and did find a person named "Tom Riddle" fifty years ago, but there is currently no evidence to show that the arrested boy is "Tom Riddle".

The other party neither protested his innocence nor admitted anything he had done.

In fact, the boy refused to say anything more than insisting that his name was "Cyrus", and he kept smiling at Dumbledore during the trial.

Even Dumbledore himself seemed a little confused.

But no matter what, the boy was already on his way to Azkaban. It didn't matter whether the heir was him or not. The people only wanted a result, regardless of whether it was right or wrong.

Even if it was wrong, Dumbledore endorsed it. What did it have to do with Cornelius Fudge?

He returned to his office and just sat down when Umbridge knocked on the door and said sweetly, "Mr. Minister, you have a new appointment."

"Appointment?" Fudge was feeling upset. He didn't remember having any important meeting today.

"It's Lucius Malfoy." Umbridge held the door handle with one hand and pressed the other hand on the door frame. Her voice was sharper than before, and her words were full of hints of money.

Fudge immediately knew that his fortune was coming.

"Let him in."

Umbridge smiled as if her throat was choked and closed the door. Then, a man with long white hair, holding a noble silver cane and looking a little pretentious walked in with his head held high.

"Long time no see, Mr. Malfoy. I think you are here to talk about the curse and threats against other school directors. Let me tell you, this matter is really not that easy to deal with. They all want you to suffer now."

As soon as Fudge saw Malfoy he immediately pretended to be distressed, like a shrewd businessman.

"Yes, sir." Malfoy walked straight to Fudge's desk and slammed a bag full of things in front of Fudge. "But I want to know more about that - 'Tom Riddle'" He seemed to have mustered up a lot of courage to say this name. After a pause of a few seconds, he continued, "Has he really been caught and sent to Azkaban?"

Fudge almost threw himself on the big bag of gold Galleons, smiling happily:

"Dumbledore arrested him personally, how could it be false? Mr. Malfoy, we all believe that the so-called intimidation is just a little joke. It is absurd for anyone to convict you in this regard. But I have no right to interfere with the decision of the Hogwarts Board of Directors." Fudge quickly put away the big bag of gold Galleons, as if he was afraid that Malfoy would go back on his word.

"Thank you very much, I'll take my leave now..." Malfoy's face was uncertain, and the cane in his hand was knocked on the ground, making a crackling sound. He walked to the door, put his palm on the handle, suddenly stopped, and turned half of his body to the side.

"I wonder if I have the right to see Mr. 'Tom Riddle'?"

Hearing this, Malfoy did not hesitate and immediately threw out another large sum of Galleons.

Fudge took a deep breath and rubbed his two greasy hands together uncontrollably. "I heard that Mrs. Malfoy has two relatives in Azkaban. Why don't you go visit them? I don't think anyone is qualified to disagree."

"Thank you, Minister, for your guidance." Malfoy slammed the door shut.

After leaving the Ministry of Magic, Narcissa had been waiting outside anxiously for a long time. Seeing Malfoy coming out, she hurriedly went to him, took his arm, and whispered in his ear, "Is the news true? Was that person really..."

"It's true. However, no one knows whether he was really imprisoned or did it on purpose. I heard that he was smiling during the trial. Maybe he was planning to rescue those Death Eaters?" This was what Lucius Malfoy couldn't figure out.

"Go back and write a visitation application, and we'll go see Sirius Black. Tell everyone that we're trying to steal the Black family's property."

Narcissa nodded stiffly. Cyrus was facing the floor, his hands were locked behind his back by magic, his legs were bent, and his once meticulous black hair fell down, blocking his vision.

The prison van continued to move forward. After an unknown amount of time, he heard thunder outside. At the same time, the temperature in the air began to drop.

Cyrus immediately realized that he was now close to Azkaban.

Azkaban is located in the North Sea, and the temperature here is indeed lower than other places, but it is June after all, so it is not cold enough. The only explanation is that there are a large number of Soul Eaters gathered here.

The Eater of Souls has the ability to change the climate. One or two Eaters of Souls can lower the temperature of an area. If a large number of Eaters of Souls gather together, they will form a dark world without sunlight.

However, if the plan went well, he wouldn't care about the guards in Azkaban.

The hair on his forehead swayed, and suddenly, a hair fell down and turned into a green leaf in front of his eyes. Cyrus quickly raised his chin to catch the leaf and put it in his mouth.

These are the leaves of the mandrake. Cyrus picked a few of them thinking they might be useful, but he never expected that they would become his life-saving straw.

Half a month ago, on the night he was captured by Dumbledore, he had already figured out how to escape from Azkaban.

Becoming an Animagus is the best way to do this.

It wasn't easy to do, but it was his last resort and today was a full moon.

Several other materials were needed to complete the Animagus transformation, and he was betting that Lucius Malfoy would come to Azkaban to visit him after he knew he was in prison.

He won the bet.

(End of this chapter)