"Mr. Black, please go this way," a staff member of the Ministry of Magic politely led the way in front of Wang Yi, "although you may have heard some things about Azkaban from other off-plan properties, I have to say that they are all wrong!" The real Azkaban is worse than all the legends of the outside world combined! ”

"If it weren't for the arrangement of the ministry, I wouldn't have wanted to come to such a place. Merlin is on top, and he comes to patrol once a month, and every time I come I think I'm going to hell! ”

"Although I also know that this is very labor-saving, those Dementors are still a headache, hundreds of ghosts like the Grim Reaper are just surrounding you, not to mention the prisoners, even the guards can't stand it! Of course, these Dementors are the only ones in the UK, and you can consider this as a measure by the Ministry of Magic to protect rare species, if it makes you feel better. ”

(Although you have the parole paper issued by the minister, the sinner must have completely forgotten who he is, and of course the minister is willing to let him out.) ）

The Ministry of Magic staff named Borg thought about it, but he didn't say it, there was no need to offend a nobleman in vain.

"Please, Mr. Black, welcome to Azkaban."

The huge castle towers over this small island overseas, and the scale seems to be not much smaller than Hogwarts Castle, and it is estimated that even the wizards of the whole of Britain are thrown into it and pretend to be dissatisfied, and they don't know what the designer is eating, and I don't know how much benefit I received after passing the review of this plan.

From the moment he stepped on the island, there was a cold aura constantly winding around Wang Yi's body, as if it was going to suck up all the heat, but it was useless to use this method on the "evil demon god", and the only effect was to make Mr. Borg next to Wang Yi shiver constantly, feeling colder and more gloomy than when he came here before.

At the gate of the castle there were two figures in robes, but if you looked closely, they were two non-human creatures that looked like skeletons, and there was a smell of rotting fish from afar, and the closer you got closer, the more you could feel the cold aura intensifying, and it was said that the dark clouds that had always gathered over Azkaban were formed by the Dementors gathered here.

London was once known as the "City of the Fog" and also had a part in it, thousands of Dementors gathered over London, absorbing the positive emotions of humans as nutrients, and then producing evolution and reproduction, and finally the Ministry of Magic paid a great price to eliminate most of the Dementors, and drove the rest to the island to become the caretaker of the wizarding prison.

The two Dementors seemed to be a little agitated when they saw someone they didn't know, and there was basically only one kind of arrival here, except for the staff of the Ministry of Magic: the new prisoner, that is, the food in the eyes of the Dementors.

As if he had been hungry for a long time, one of the dementors floated closer to Wang Yi, took a deep breath, and the cold wind that seemed to freeze his soul blew from back to front, surging towards the mouth or mouthparts under the dementor's hood.

"Stop! He's not ......"

Borg didn't go on because he didn't need to.

As if sensing the scent of something dangerous, the reckless Dementor let out a harsh sound, but quickly retreated with obvious horror towards the castle.

"I want to leave if I offend?"

A dark passage appeared at the entrance of the castle, and the fleeing Dementors rushed into it, but they didn't have time to turn and disappeared silently in front of the two of them.

Before the other Dementor could make any moves, a large hand made of white bone reached out from the passage, grabbed the Dementor whose real body was supposed to be a spirit, and dragged it in, and then the passage disappeared as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Black, ...... you?"

"Offending the dignity of the nobility, a little punishment is still necessary, compared to the Ministry of Magic will not go against the Black family because of one or two Dementors, right?"

"Of course, of course not!"

I have just seen Wang Yi's strength, what else can this poor Ministry of Magic employee who was sent by his boss as a "tour guide" say? Anyway, it's not his own problem if something happens, he can't afford to be a small person.

"Let's go inside, I hope there aren't any such vulgar guys in there."

"Yes, yes sir."

Borg led the way in front with a low brow, and Wang Yi slowly followed, walking up the spiral staircase until the third floor, stopping outside an iron gate.

"This is Cialis Black's room, you can talk to him as much as you like, and if he remembers to answer you, of course you can just take him away, but the Ministry of Magic is not responsible for this gentleman's problems when you leave here."

Borg seemed to be hiding from some trouble, and of course it can be said that he left the place consciously and walked down the stairs.

There were rectangular holes in the upper and lower parts of the iron gates, the lower one was used to deliver food, and the upper one was of course used to observe the prisoners inside, although few people thought that this function was needed, because within a few months those who entered Azkaban would become well-behaved and obedient: they would not do anything.

Wang Yi approached the iron gate and saw the person inside through the window, or a beggar staring at the wall in a daze.

The messy hair looked like it hadn't been cleaned up in a long time, it was supposed to be black, but now it was gray, not a matter of age, it was all dust.

The clothes were also jet black, the same color as the floor, and if you didn't look closely, you could barely see that there was anyone in the cell.

Wang Yi knocked on the door twice, "Siris, I'm Sauron, I'm here to see you." ”

The figure didn't move, as if it hadn't heard Wang Yi talking at all.

"I traded something with the Ministry of Magic in exchange for your parole certificate, which means you can get out of prison!"

Motionless, it seems that even freedom cannot attract this lonely human form.

"You should know the current situation of the Black family, you can't watch these only resources go to waste, right? The Ministry of Magic, whether you come out or not, can't return it to the Black family. ”

There was no response, and it seemed that neither his own life nor the responsibilities of his family could change the man's mind.

"I know, there is definitely something wrong with Potter who doesn't learn well, you and Lupin, one or two of you, the big men are not married, is there any ulterior relationship with Potter?"

Nor did his reputation stimulate the man's blood, and it seemed that he had been completely ruined.

"Well, since you think so highly of that Potter, let's talk about him."

"The new generation of Potter has also entered the school, he is a very thin child, although the living situation under the upbringing of Muggles is not very good, but at least it is much better than the old Potter, at least he will not cause trouble like the eldest young master, play pranks everywhere, and take pleasure in watching other people's jokes."

"The little one is having a good time at school, and has made a few friends, one of which you will be very relieved to hear, the youngest son of the Weasleys, a potential soldier of Dumbledore."

"It's a pity that the Weasley family has always had nothing to do with money, and the power of this poverty oath is really big enough, it has lasted for several generations and has not been consumed, but the effect is also good, the Weasley family can always have one or two children with good magical talents. All I have to say is that Harry's friend, Ron of the Weasleys, has a pet rat that he took from his brothers, and has lived in the Weasley family for more than a decade, and he lives no more than a little bit longer than the average rat. ”

"Hey, why is it off topic again? You see, I'm so unreliable, if you don't go home, the Black family will be ruined by me! ”

"Anyway, Ron and Harry are in the same dormitory, and the relationship is very good, but the pet is too inferior, this mouse is already dry and thin, and a toe is missing from one of its front paws, do you think it's funny?"

Wang Yi did not continue to speak, and the scene was silent for a few minutes.

The figure in the prison didn't react at first, but gradually, he seemed to think of something, and pounced at a speed that should not have been a prisoner who had been locked up for more than ten years, lying on the iron door, and staring at Wang Yi through the window.

After a few seconds, a hoarse male voice came from behind the iron door: "Let me out." ”……

In the evening, on the streets of London, Sirius, who had changed his clothes, followed Wang Yi and came to an ancient mansion, which was Blake's old mansion that had been absent for a long time.

"So, what are you waiting for? Let's go inside, there's a surprise! ”

Although he didn't know what Wang Yi was talking about, Sirius felt a little uneasy when he returned to the place where he grew up, he was afraid to see a ruin covered with dust and cobwebs, and he knew about Voldemort's revenge on the Black family.

Opening the door and passing through the hallway, a painting on the wall was obscured, but Siris didn't pay attention to it for a moment, because a figure greeted him.

It was a very young man, a figure who in Cialis's memory was supposed to have vanished when Voldemort's power was at its strongest.

Siris muttered in disbelief.

"Regulus ......"

"Welcome home, my brothers."

“welcomehome，mybrothers。”