If you shout that the man has escaped from prison, the next person entering the cell is unlikely to be that man. Even if you go to check the protective measures, you still have to worry about being backstabbed. The wise Ministry of Magic officials know what to do, this type of question appears in the civil service exams every year.
"Did something happen?"
"It must be an illusion."
"Yeah, I think it's an illusion too."
"Since you all think it's an illusion, then I must also be under the illusion."
...
The guardians tacitly continued sitting down to drink tea and play chess, nobody dared to show excessive concern, they had to concentrate on winning the game of Wizard Chess just like usual. They are experienced among wizards, even if something big really happens, transitioning from a prison guard to a security guard wouldn't affect their paychecks.
Many of the guardians even hold a bit of anticipation in their hearts.
On the other side.
In the cell of Nimongard.
What was happening was quite different from what they imagined.
"Where is he! How did he just run away! I wasn't done talking yet!" Gellert Grindelwald, or should we call him Gellert Lohart, was originally posing with an unfathomable demeanor, but as soon as he saw the bearded man in black robes escape using a Door Key, his disguise crumbled and panic set in.
"You still haven't told me who you people really are? Dumbledore resistance? Anti-Authority Alliance? Anti-Hogwarts Association?" Gellert Lohart grabbed the iron bars and shouted into the air.
No response.
"Damn it! Can't you just let me out directly? Open the cell door for me!" Gellert Lohart couldn't hold it in anymore, looking at the still tightly locked cell door, his expression was full of frustration.
After futilely yelling a few times in furious helplessness, realizing the person might have really left, Gellert Lohart immediately slapped himself, regretting that he should have directly asked the person to open the door for him.
"Let me think, let me think, I am the world's most powerful Dark Wizard, of course I have a way to get out of here. I have done far more remarkable things in the past." Gellert Lohart, clutching the Magic Wand sent into the cell by the Death Eater, tried swinging it a few times, but suddenly a fireball burst out.
It nearly set his shoes ablaze...this was clearly not the expected reaction. Wands resist wizards they do not recognize; many wizards forcefully using others' wands encounter some accidents, evident from the first time they make contact with a wand and channel Magic Power into it.
The wand choosing the wizard is not just an advertising slogan. Although Gellert Lohart is a simpleton, he still retains some knowledge in this area.
Of course.
Despite this, it doesn't weaken Gellert Lohart's determination. Even knowing he doesn't match the wand, his urge to leave this daily bland prison is too strong. He just wants to get back and immediately accuse Dumbledore and that damned Dark Wizard Grindelwald!
These two Dark Wizards must have staged a play back then to make Dumbledore a hero among wizards, a "truth" Lohart came to after being locked up here.
Such a superb method of gaining fame made him amazed, but also resentful, why should he be the scapegoat locked in here to replace Grindelwald?
"I want out!"
"Just a small Unlocking Spell, now that I have a wand, even though this wand looks down on its user, I should be able to force it to open this simple door."
"Calm down, I need to stay calm, I am a wizard..." Gellert Lohart extinguished the fire in the cell, trying to give himself a mental pep talk and then confidently walked towards the door.
"Just a mere Unlocking Spell!"
He even adjusted his expression and demeanor, disguising the face he now bore, as if he thought doing so could somehow increase his success rate.
It's hard to imagine a former outstanding graduate from Ravenclaw being so anxious and serious just to perform a very simple [Unlocking Spell].
"Alohomora!"
Adhering to the belief that the magic is stronger when shouted louder, Gellert Lohart shouted the spell, instantly a magical glow burst forth from his wand.
"Click, click~"
The lock on the cell door shook a bit.
Seemed like it would open but didn't.
Gellert Lohart yanked at the door, the imagined scenario of immediate escape didn't happen, the plain lock seemed to silently mock him.
"Damn it!"
Persistently refusing to give up, Gellert Lohart gritted his teeth and tried again.
"Alohomora!"
The lock continued as if it would open.
"Alohomora!"
The anticipated progress remained minimal.
"Alohomora!"
"Alohomora!"
"Alohomora!"
...
For a while.
The cell resounded with Gellert Lohart's increasingly resentful and angry casting words—perhaps exactly as Ian suspected, he had completely lost his magical versatility as a wizard. Attempt after attempt and failure after failure, any new student could probably master this simple spell.
However.