"What is the strongest prison in the world? Azkaban, Bastille, or Auschwitz?"

A hoarse voice came from the dimly lit room, in the center of which was a row of stone benches that extended at a steep angle, and a tall dining table in the center of the pit.

Unknown place, unknown time.

Under the crackling candle flame, the sound slowly surrounds the surroundings, like a ghost that does not go away.

"Maybe not, the thought of some guys living under the same sky as me makes my stomach ache. ”

As soon as the words fell.

Just hear a creak.

The dimly lit room door opened.

A tall woman in a black suit walked in slowly.

She placed a delicate silver platter containing steak on the stone platform and immediately retreated into the darkness, the moment she left.

A vague black shadow appeared in the corner of the room, seemingly sitting on a chair and floating in mid-air.

Across the table sat a drooping old man, his knots protruding, skinny, his sparse hair combed back of his head, he looked at the silver platter in front of him, and he had no expression at all.

"Taste it. ”

Black Shadow: "I hope your taste buds haven't aged yet." ”

The old man raised his arm tremblingly, picked up his knife and fork, and cut the steak very unsteadily. Looks like an old man on the verge of death.

The quiet air filled the air with the faint sound of chewing and swallowing.

Dark Shadow: "Two years ago, I was baptized at Hogwarts and was knocked down by a boy who was so simple that he couldn't even use his brain. ”

After a pause, the dark shadow smiled:

But then, the boy left Hogwarts and became an arms dealer.

It is said that time makes people grow, but I always feel that time is like a curse for people like us, are you right, Lemay?"

The old man who was eating steak stopped eating and said hoarsely: "Life has a ceiling, and for those who touch this ceiling, experience and age are just a number. ”

Black Shadow: "It's an old guy about my age, and he talks in a way." ”

"I smiled. ”

The old man continued to eat.

The black shadow looked at the old man like this.

The old man cut the steak earnestly, his cloudy eyes drooping, only to occasionally lift it, and a glimmer of almost imperceptible light flashed.

Finish the steak.

The old man took a sip of water, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.

The woman in the suit, who had been standing silently beside the dark shadow, reappeared, walked to the plate, removed the cutlery, drew her wand and lightly made the light in the room slightly brighter.

Nicol Lemay: "I can't help your curse. The Philosopher's Stone doesn't help your situation in any way. ”

"Haha, I didn't come to you for that kind of trivial matter. ”

"Little thing, you haven't contacted me for hundreds of years, and now you suddenly call me from England, what do you want to do?"

"I wanted to create a cage where no one could escape. Without hesitation, the shadow said, "Put my blocker in a cage." ”

"Hoffa Bach?"

The old man asked.

"Hey, that's right. ”

The voice of the black shadow was as ethereal as a dream.

"Hoffa Bach, that enigmatic fellow, is bored when he doesn't see him. ”

"Hmph. ”

The old man pursed his lips imperceptibly, and slowly put his thin arms on the table.

"With all due respect, I don't think a wizard who has grown up can be locked up in any cage of reality. ”

"Oh, why do you say that?"

The vague figure asked with interest.

"Magic isolates the shackles of reality, and growth eliminates the shackles of thought. You want to put real wizards in cages, it's too unrealistic. ”

The old man said lightly in a sarcastic tone: "After all, you yourself are still better off dead than alive now, and you are still alive." ”

The blurry dark figure crossed its fingers and leaned forward. There was no answer. The candles dimmed and the room fell silent.

The old man looked at him deeply,

"You don't have the power to use magic anymore, and that explosion two years ago depleted your savings, and I advise you to die of this heart, the cage is not as easy to make as you think. ”

With that, he pushed the plate away, stood up tremblingly, and limped out the door.

Walk to the door and pull it open.

"Wait a minute. ”

There was a shout from behind him, and the old man froze.

"What have you been doing lately, Lemay. ”

The dark shadow asked lazily, "The new Minister of Magic, did you put you in charge of a mysterious research?"

The old man grasped the doorknob with five fingers, and his face flashed a trace of struggle, but soon, the struggle disappeared without a trace.

"That's none of your business. ”

The old man repeated: "Nothing to do. ”

"Oh, I'm just asking. ”

A vague black shadow leaned back in a chair and escaped into the darkness.

"I've heard that this project violates quite a few of the wizarding world's precepts. ”

"The world is already in chaos and needs a little extraordinary means. ”

With that, he closed the door and left the room trembling with the candle flames.

"Send him. ”

Dark shadows whispered.

The woman in the suit scurried after him, catching up with Nicol Lemay.

"I'll send you. She said.

The hunched old man stretched out his arm to her.

The woman in the suit took his arm, helped him, and slowly walked down the stairs to the outskirts of a desolate mass grave.

A carriage of twelve Thestrals was parked here, and the scrawny creatures spewed white mist in the cold air.

At this time, Nicol Lemay said:

"You shouldn't follow him, believe me, even the most dangerous and unpopular wizard can't compare to the darkness hidden in the corners of the world, he won't treat you as a human being. ”

"I'm his family. ”

The woman said briefly.

"Do you think he cares about his family?"

Lemay asked rhetorically.

The woman did not answer, but asked rhetorically:

"What about you, after so many long years of baptism, do you still care about these worldly emotions?"

A hint of coldness flashed in Lemay's cloudy eyes, and he shook off the woman in the suit who was holding his arm and boarded the Thestrals.

"I wish you a smooth journey. ”

The woman laughed.

Thestrals kicked the ground, spread its black wings, and pulled the carriage into the air.

In the carriage, the thin old man breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed in his seat, he reached to his chest and took out a faded gold pocket watch, which showed a young red-haired girl holding a doll, she tilted her head and looked at the old man with a smile.

Chloe

He called softly.

I don't know how many kilometers away in France, a pair of silver eyes opened suddenly.