Sirius picked up the newspaper and looked at it carefully.

Today's front page of the Daily Prophet is a huge photograph of Fudge standing in front in a suit and tie, with the dark shadow of a Dementor looming behind him.

Look at the headline again: Today's verdict - Snake letter members face life imprisonment.

"Snake letter?" Blake had never heard of the term, and he continued to read along with the report

"Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the wizarding court Wizengamot, after deliberation, finally passed the decision of the wizard Samantha with 47 votes in favor and 5 votes against. Powell, Walter? Jackson's life sentence."

Blake skimmed over the attached photograph as he just wanted to find out more about Harry, so he looked down with a glance

"Both defendants were defended by debate lawyers assigned by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but since the evidence was largely clear and conclusive, the fact that they had used the Unforgivable Curse on several occasions could not be changed, the whole debate really focused on whether or not to put the minor in prison......

Sirius saw that there was a large section of evidence for the conviction of young people under the age of 18 in the course of detailing the history of the wizarding world as a whole, and he skipped the front page and looked elsewhere.

A small section in the lower left corner reads: The Serpent Letters Escape Trial - The guilt charges of the two witches have been dropped, and sources claim that they have been under the Imperius Curse.

"The outside world is crazy?"

Sirius hummed and whispered, he hadn't been exposed to outside news for a long time, but he found that something big seemed to be happening in the wizarding world recently, and everything seemed to be related to this organization called Serpent Letter.

This also made him nervous, and he only wanted Harry to be safe and sound anyway, especially when he stumbled upon a glimpse of the Snake Letter, an organization that had been founded at Hogwarts, and that all of the above members were Hogwarts students.

Fortunately, he soon saw what he wanted to see, and it was in a not-so-obvious sidebar on the third page of the newspaper, which read: The Ministry of Magic staff has won the award.

"Director of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Objects at the Ministry of Magic, Arthur? Weasley won the Daily Prophet's Galleon of the Year Award."

Sirius's focus was not on the subtitle of the report at all, he stared at those gray eyes, he didn't blink, he had never felt so energetic, not even the Dementors who "rustled" past him, but it couldn't affect his mood, because he was concentrating, staring at a photo.

It was a group photo, there were ten of them, except for the Weasleys, who had red hair, and in the center of the photo, Harry was standing next to Ron. Weasley took it, a tired but excited smile on his face.

Sirius gently stroked the newspaper with his fingers and whispered softly:

"Looks like you're having a good time—Harry—"

The Weasleys are seen standing in front of the pyramid with Harry, smiling brightly at the people reading the newspaper, as if it was the smile that brought good luck.

Ginny, the little girl standing to Ron's left, didn't seem to be able to face Harry a little, her face flushed, and except for the occasional glance up ahead, the rest of the time was either with her head down or peeking at Harry on the other side.

Sirius was keenly aware of this, and he smiled happily, although the Weasleys were a little poor, they were not bad, and with them as Harry's friends, Blake felt a little comforted.

But soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a creature lazily lying on Ron's shoulder, a fat, fat gray rat with a finger missing from its front paws.

Sirius's hands were bruised, and he grabbed the newspaper and put him in front of his eyes, eager for a pair of eyes to bulge out, and stared at it viciously without blinking.

"Yes...... Absolutely...... It's you, right...... Foxy guy...... You ...... Dirty...... Coward...... How dare you hide by Harry's side...... Peter ......"

Sirius growled resentfully and angrily in his mouth, like the roar of some beast, but this quickly caught the attention of the Dementors.

Two or three tall figures in wet tattered cloaks gathered in this direction, they were the sluggish kinds, who had not caught up with the fresh delicacy that had just been delivered today, but had accidentally spotted the emotional Blake.

"No...... No...... Don't ......" Blake clutched the newspaper in his hand, feeling his neck tightened, and his mind went blank as several Dementors drew closer, and the joy of seeing Harry's picture was drained away.

From this, the once good memories began to fade wildly, and the brain was sucked into the stomach by disgusting and ugly faces, and Sirius? Blake fell to his knees in agony, begging "don't—don't—"

His screams were not obvious, and the last thing Azkaban lacked was all kinds of crazy shouts, and many prisoners had to scream like crazy almost every day in the last days of their lives, until their voices were completely hoarse and unable to make a sound, and at that time, their lives were basically over.

Blake couldn't stand this, he curled up in a corner of the prison with his head covered, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by a huge black dog.

The Dementors suddenly became confused, they looked at each other strangely, and although they had no eyes, it seemed to be their special way of communicating, and these creatures who lived by taking the pleasure of others fell into confusion.

They felt Sirius' emotions become less intense and vivid than before, but rather a more unchanged, one that tasted like chewing wax for them.

The Dementors didn't like this, they shook their soaked ragged robes in disgust, and turned and left one by one in front of Sirius's cell door, most of them half-dead, and most of the prisoners they had tortured for a while smelled like this.

But the Dementors are in no hurry, as long as they wait a little longer, there will be even more delicious fear and despair waiting for them to enjoy.

In his cell, Blake had finished his Animagus metamorphosis, curled up in a corner with a lot of sweat on his face, his eyes sunken even deeper, his hands shaking, but still clutching the Daily Prophet.

"Harry is in danger, Hogwarts...... Nor so ...... Safe...... I have to ...... Get out of this damn ...... Haunted Place...... Harry ......"

As if hypnotizing himself, Sirius kept talking to himself over and over again, and his eyes gradually regained their brilliance and came back to life.

It didn't take long for Connelly to come to mind in the cell? The sound of Fudge's leather shoes stepping on the ground, he walked from the deep cell, and when he passed by Blake's cell, he glanced inside, and saw Blake holding a newspaper in his hand and leaning against the wall.

"How? Is Crossword Puzzle Fun – Blake? ”

"Interesting...... Extremely...... Thanks, Minister......"

Breathless, Sirius replied lightly, and Fudge gave a final look of disgust, then reached out and waved it in front of his nose, as if that would dispel the smell of decay and dampness.

"Let's go—"

He glanced at Sirius irritably, beckoned to the Aurors behind him, and walked forward, Fudge muttering to himself:

"Pretend to be in good spirits, Blake—you'll be crazy soon, Azkaban, what a goddamn place—"

If it weren't the first time in recent decades that the Ministry of Magic had imprisoned a teenager younger than eighteen in Azkaban, he wouldn't have had to come here in person, but as Minister of Magic, he would have to be there on such an occasion.

Luckily, Fudge remembered that his scheduled tour of Azkaban this year seemed to take place this month

"You might as well combine the two things and treat it as if you have already made a round——? He muttered to himself that the stocky wizard didn't want to come back a second time this year.

Regardless of Secretary Fudge's choice, there are still people who have escaped the verdict at this moment.

Wiltshire, England, where many wizards and wizards of the wizarding world mingled with Muggles, and outside of a Muggle village, the Greengrass family mansion was located.

It was a large mansion of great luxury, with white stone walls like ivory, neatly stacked in pieces to form the main body of the wall and the house, and the gardens, fountains, and rockeries inside did not need to be described, and strolling through it was like walking in a labyrinth, and Muggles would never be able to reach the seemingly close mansion for the rest of their lives due to the effect of the Confusion Charm.

Anonymous wizards are not allowed to visit here, and usually only the oldest pure-blood families are eligible to appear in the Greengrass mantel with Floo Powder.

There are no guests here today, the owner of the house, Auston? In Greengrass's study, a marble fireplace burns brightly, and crackling dry wood breaks the silence of the room.

Auston? Greengrass sat in a mahogany chair by the window so that he could see through the large floor-to-ceiling windows with trimmed floor-to-ceiling windows, although the sky was cloudy and almost nothing but a foggy emptiness.

The portraits on the walls depict the successive heads of the Greengrass family, many of whom believed in the superiority of pure-blooded wizards, many of whom were famous figures of their time, standing proudly in the frame at this moment, looking at their descendants with satisfaction, and carrying forward the Greengrass family.

But the atmosphere in the study today is a little oppressive, on the gorgeous carpet, Daphne? Greengrass stood barefoot, every inch of the marble floor tiles covered in a plush blanket, which allowed her to go barefoot without worrying about the cold on the floor.

"You've disappointed me, Daphne—"

Auston held a goblet in his hand, but he didn't drink it, just shook it lightly in his hand, his lips moved slightly, and he sighed and blamed.

His voice was not stern, but there was a strong sense of loss, as if he was really disappointed in his daughter's behavior.

Daphne didn't reply, she just lowered her head and looked at the fireplace beside her, not knowing what was going on in her mind.

"I didn't expect you to hang out with a wizard who wasn't pure-blood—" He lifted his velvet robe, placed it lightly on the crystal eight-legged table next to his chair, and slowly got up, turning to look at his eldest daughter sternly.

He only has two daughters - so Auston has always been very careful about the education of these two children, and he thinks he is very good at it, but he didn't expect that after only two years at Hogwarts, his daughter will become a child who can make friends with half-blood wizards and also cause great trouble together.

"You made some mistakes — you made some failed attempts, and I can understand that."

Auston patiently approached Daphne, "But the only mistake you made was to befriend a half-blood wizard of unknown origin—and! ”

When he said this, his voice suddenly became stern:

"And I heard - you also became his follower!? - Unreasonable!? - How can someone from the Greengrass family become a follower of a half-blood wizard? ”

Daphne's lips twitched, and she wanted to retort: "Voldemort is also a half-blood—ironically, under the shadow of terror, how many pure-blood families follow him." ”

This is what Ning An told her, but when the words came to her lips, Daphne didn't want to say it, although the stubborn father treated her and her sister quite gently, but he was a stubborn person after all, even if he said this, I am afraid it will only cause more trouble.

Daphne wisely chose to shut up, but her mind didn't know where to go

"Where is Ning An now? More than a month has passed since the Ministry of Magic tracked down, and even his shadow has not been found, although his father once accidentally mentioned that Ning An was said to have controlled an Auror to enter the Ministry of Magic after the incident of the day in the secret room, but where he ended up was not revealed. ”

The Ministry of Magic had even issued a joint wanted warrant with the Muggle government, but to this day there was still no news at all, and Daphne felt frizzy in her heart, and the thought of this, which had been relatively calm, suddenly became pounding.

She was worried about Ning An, hoping that he would never be discovered, and thinking that it would be good if he could appear soon, how much she wanted to meet him again.

"Although I used the excuse that you were being manipulated by the Imperius Curse to keep you out of punishment, Hogwarts is no longer willing to accept you to study there."

Daphne came back to her senses, she hadn't listened carefully to what her father had said just now, and now she just nodded disapprovingly when she heard this, to be honest, she was ready to enter Azkaban at the beginning, but Ning An had never let her use or practice the Unforgivable Spell, so even if the Aurors used the Truth Potion in the interrogation, they couldn't get her to say anything that was sufficient to send her to prison.

"I've got a good relationship with Durmstrang's headmaster, Karkaroff, and I'll find a way to get you back to school next semester—"

Alston sighed and finished the admonition, hoping that it would serve as a wake-up call to his daughter, but fortunately Durmstrang only accepted wizards of pure blood, and allowed wizards to study the dark arts.

He glanced lovingly at Daphne, who was his own daughter after all.

"Maybe send her to Durmstrang in the first place." Auston thought heartily.