"Mommy......" Astoria Greengrass fell to her knees, hugged her emaciated and frail mother, and sobbed under her breath.

The Iron-Eating Beast Patronus, who was covered in silver light, lay a little lazily beside her—

The Patronus is a guardian against the Dementors, and the emotions that make it up are the food of the Dementors—hope, happiness, and the desire to live. But it can't despair like a real person, so the Dementors are very afraid of them.

The light of the patron saint shrouded the mother and daughter...... Mrs. Diana-Greengrass, she gradually and weakly opened her eyes.

"Mom...... Mother ......" Astoria on the side, calling her non-stop.

“...... Astoria, is that you......" Mrs. Greengrass, with a decadent face, murmured, "Is it really you, my daughter...... Praise Mishra, you're still alive......"

Soon, her words became somewhat incoherent and even hysterical: "...... Or is it just my hallucination...... I can't feel the dementor cold anymore...... Astoria, my daughter, I'm here to accompany you, isn't it......"

"No...... Mom...... No, ......" The poor girl shook her head desperately: "I'm still alive...... You're still alive too...... I've come to see you......"

As she spoke, she choked up.

With the help of the Patronus, the influence of the Dementors on Mrs. Greengrass disappeared little by little.

She gradually came to her senses......

With some difficulty, she raised a hand, and she gently brushed her daughter's face—

"It's true!" the mother's weak voice was a little excited, and she called her daughter's name in a trembling voice: "Astoria......"

"Mom!"

The mother and daughter hugged each other tightly and cried together.

......

"Is it only two months?" Diana Greengrass smiled weakly, "Why do I feel ...... I've been on this island for 10 years......"

As she spoke, she gently touched Astoria's face...... It was as if in front of her was a precious and fragile treasure, and she was not even willing to take her eyes off it.

Astoria nodded silently, just clutching her mother's other hand tightly with both hands, sobbing and speechless.

Seeming to hesitate for a moment, Mrs. Greengrass asked softly, "Blood Curse...... The Blood Curse on You......"

“...... Did he help you out?" her voice trembled with fear.

"Hmm!" Astoria nodded without hesitation, "My blood curse has been lifted...... Mom, I've never been healthier!"

Mrs. Greengrass looked like she let out a long sigh of relief, but soon she sighed heavily......

"Looks like I'm wrong...... I was wrong......" she lowered her voice, shook her head, and said, "Astoria, my daughter, your stupid mother, with her ridiculous pride and prejudice, almost killed you......"

"Mommy......" Astoria cried, shaking her head, "you still want to be on this terrible island...... How long are you going to stay......"

"Don't cry...... Mrs. Greengrass took the initiative to help her daughter wipe away her tears, and then she smiled and shook her head: "Crying like this, you don't look pretty......

However, she did not directly answer her daughter's question.

......

And on the other side of the wall—

Jon Hart walked into the cell, and he could clearly see the owner of the cell: Lucius Malfoy.

Jon hadn't been in a relationship with Mr. Malfoy before...... However, in the Daily Prophet, he witnessed the honor of the other party many times.

As an old, wealthy, and influential member of a pure-blood wizarding family, Mr. Malfoy is always dressed elegantly and "gentlemanly...... But now, the former "demeanor" is completely gone.

Messy pale blonde hair, like a bird's nest, shabby prison uniforms, and a sickly pale...... Everything reveals that Mr. Malfoy's life on this isolated island is quite bad.

The Patronus is still by Astoria's side...... Listening to the voice over there, Mrs. Greengrass seemed to have woken up, and now was not the time to summon it.

For Jon himself, with the use of "Occlumency" to strictly control his mind, as long as he does not come into contact with Dementors at a very close distance, he will not be affected too much...... But if you want to talk to Mr. Malfoy, it will definitely not work.

After a moment's thought, Jon snapped his fingers.

Then, a large bright red bird appeared in the cell and came to him.

Fawkes looked around with some displeasure, apparently the creature of the Dementor also made her feel quite uncomfortable.

Jon nodded to Fawkes, then reached under Phoenix's right eye...... The phoenix looked like it took a lot of effort to squeeze out a tear that fell onto Jon's hand.

Bending down and holding Mr. Malfoy's jaw, Jon dropped the tear into the other's mouth.

The effect is almost immediate-

It only took a few seconds for Lucius Malfoy's eyelids to move.

Then, he shuddered involuntarily.

"Cold ...... Cold...... ...... cold," said Mr. Malfoy, shuddering.

"Incendio!" Jon waved his wand without hesitation.

At the same time, he took a ring from his pocket and placed it on the little finger of his right hand.

......

As a blaze of flame enveloped Mr. Malfoy's side, the other man looked much better, still very weak, but at least regained consciousness.

"You're ......," he glanced at the uninvited guest in front of him with some weakness.

"Just an intruder passing by!" said the stranger with a smile, then glancing at the name on the door, "By the way, Mr. Malfoy...... I just overheard your dream talk. ”

"Dream talk?" Lucius Malfoy shuddered, "What did I say?"

"You seem to be pleading with the Dark Lord and telling him that your son can't fulfill his orders......" The other man said calmly, "Is your son? Draco Malfoy?

Seeing Mr. Malfoy's face change, the other party added, "Don't worry, I'm not from the Ministry of Magic!"

Lucius Malfoy glanced at the other party with some suspicion, as if he didn't quite believe his words: "...... You are...... Dumbledore's ......"

"What do you mean...... Albus Dumbledore?" A smile full of gloom appeared on the other party's face: "Don't worry! No one hates him more than us." ”

Malfoy noticed that the other party was using "we" instead of "I."

"By the way, Mr. Malfoy!" the other man didn't dwell on the issue, and asked seemingly casually, "I heard that the Ministry of Magic once released a group of Death Eaters on the orders of the Dark Lord...... So I was surprised to see that you were still on this island......"

A wry smile appeared on Mr. Malfoy's face: "The Dark Lord thinks...... Let me stay in Azkaban...... It will give Draco more motivation and will give my son more motivation......"

That is to say...... Your master, has abandoned you?" the other party unceremoniously debunked the facts.

Lucius Malfoy opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"So...... In that case......" The other party said unhurriedly, "Mr. Malfoy, are you interested in changing the allegiance of a wizard?"

"Another wizard allegiance?" Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but frown.

No matter how severely affected by the Dementors was, he was enough to realize that the young wizard in front of him seemed to be a little unusual.

"...... you mean," he asked in a low voice.

"I don't know if you know if you're in Azkaban......" said with a smile, "but you can wait for your wife and son to confirm with them when they visit next time...... It's Christmas holidays after all!"

“...... One thing that the entire European Ministry of Magic is trying to cover up and stop the spread!" The other man's voice suddenly became low and eerie: "That's ............ The Tower of Newmengard, it's falling!"