The opposite of love is hate, sometimes hate can support a person's life, and monstrous hatred can turn into a motive force for revenge.

With the loss of the powerful spell of 'no wand casting', the essence of wizard combat has become the wand in the hand, the wand is as important to a wizard as the gun in the hand of a warrior, and the weak body of a wizard without a wand is not as good as an ordinary Muggle.

The most terrifying thing about Aztaban as the place where the British Ministry of Magic holds key criminals is that Aztaban's guards are composed of a group of dark creatures known as ancient as vampires and werewolves-Dementors.

No one knows how the Dementors came about, as no wizard has the courage to study such terrifying and dangerous creatures of darkness.

The shriveled face looked like a dry corpse without moisture, and the dark skin was not rotten flesh. The fluttering body can fly like a ghost. Dementors living in darkness deteriorate their vision, clinging to their sense of smell to hunt. This dark creature that appears in groups can only smell the scent of humans, and survive by absorbing the hope of humans. Hope can be said to be the greatest motivation for a person to live, and human beings without hope will be like walking corpses. Hordes of Dementors can be said to be a wizard's nightmare.

However, the dementors who hunted recklessly were counterattacked by all the wizards, and under the confrontation of the population, the dementors with a single attack method were willing to quickly defeat. How can a shrewd wizard not understand the truth of hurting the enemy by one thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred? None of the other races was deprived of the right to exist, and the victorious wizards forced the Dementors to sign an alliance with the city.

The Dementors swore no more prey, and the Ministry of Magic appointed the Dementors as wardens of the Aztabans, providing food to the Dementors in disguise. In all of the wizarding worlds, being imprisoned in the Aztaban prison is considered the most cruel punishment for wizards. Endless sentences and the occasional feed of the Dementors. This is the cruelest punishment.

After eleven years in prison, Sirius Black, a noble son from a famous family, is now unrecognizable. Deep sunken eye sockets and emaciated cheeks. Even the most familiar people would hardly recognize this scruffy man who was like a walking corpse and was the handsome and dashing Sirius Black of Gryffindor.

Saddled with betraying his friend James. The Potter family's crimes, all kinds of dirty water splashed on their bodies, have left Sirius Black without the strength to defend himself, under the torture of the Aurors' 'heart and bone' curse. Killing thirteen Muggles, killing Peter Pettigrew, defecting to Voldemort, and so on, Blake confessed to them all. From time to time, heart-rending screams rang out from the dark Aztaban. The creepy screams were as if they had been tortured.

Blake, who looked numb, ignored the screams. After eleven years of being trapped in Aztaban, he was accustomed to such screams. The heart-rending screams were nothing more than Dementors eating, and the source of the food was the prisoners held in the Aztabana.

The cold cell was made of hard granite, and wrist-thick steel bars were embedded in the rock to form a basin-sized window, through which the bitter cold wind blew in every winter. The heinous prisoners held in Aztaban could only shiver in musty-smelling quilts. When the wind is strong, some dead leaves or waste newspapers will blow in through the window.

The discarded newspapers became the only pastime for the Aztaban prisoners.

'Whew...' the cold wind of the night. Like a baby's cry, blowing and swirling confetti, drifting to the cold windows.

A yellowed scrap newspaper slammed into the bars outside Sirius Black's cell. Sirius Black, whose eyes were numb, tightened the quilt around him, stood up, and stood on tiptoe to remove the yellowed newspaper from the window.

For Sirius Black, reading the newspaper was nothing more than caring for Harry. Potter's godson is just outside, Peter has no proof of death, and he has no chance of overturning the case. The head of the bed was filled with all kinds of words written on Harry. Porter's report. The Prophet Times, the mouthpiece controlled by the Ministry of Magic, has brought Harry to the Prophet. Potter, the boy who never died, admired him. The identity of the savior is even more hyped. Almost every month, there is one or two articles about Harry. Potter's report even brought Harry. Potter's life in the Muggle world is written as a secret life of a prince in a place that no one knows, and whenever he sees these news, Blake will smile heartily, "You can live well, the little guy looks like James is carved out of a mold, but his eyes are like Lily's twelve... I don't know how you're doing at Hogwarts? These words. Blake doesn't know how many times he said it to himself.

I had planned to look for any news of Harry from this newspaper, but when I saw an inconspicuous picture in this "Prophet Times", Blake's godless eyes suddenly showed a cold murderous aura. The emaciated face suddenly distorted, and Blake shouted frantically. "Damned traitor! It turns out that you are hiding here!!! You damn traitor!! Filthy Rats!!! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you."

Blake's shouting naturally attracted the Dementors, who were disturbed in the middle of eating. It will be very uncomfortable. These humans, who are like food in the eyes of the Dementors, have disturbed the Dementors, so the consequence is naturally that the Dementors will suck away the little vitality, hope, and hope that remains in the bodies of those energetic foods.

In the face of the dementors who looked like dried corpses, Blake still couldn't resist, and while being sucked out of life and hope in his body, Blake felt like falling into an ice cave. The cheeks, which have not been exposed to the sun for many years, have become more pale again. The whole body seemed to have been washed in water, and the cold sweat that penetrated the body was wet and wrapped in the musty quilt on the body. The biting cold calmed the roaring Blake.

Seeing that the food in front of him was no longer noisy, the Dementor reluctantly floated away. Every prisoner here is food for the Dementors, and only living humans can provide a source of food for the Dementors, and all the Dementors have the right grasp of each time they eat, not only to prevent the prisoner from dying, but also to make him taste the pain of losing hope.

Blake, whose face was white and his teeth trembled, was still clutching the scrap newspaper he had picked up from the window. Trembling in front of his eyes, his eyes fixed on the picture in the newspaper. "Tail Bug!! Tail Worm !!! I'm going to kill you, I swear I'm going to kill you," Blake said in a hoarse voice.

Three years ago, in the Prophet's Times, this column was about how a wizarding family, the Weasleys, visited exotic sites in the Muggle world. The picture in the note is Arthur. Picture of a Weasley family of nine with a pet outside, Ron. Weasley holds a fat piebald mouse in his hand.

This spotted rat can be recognized even if it turns into gray Black. This is the Animagus form of Peter Pettigrew. A person's Animagus form is predestined. The four members of the 'Marauders' have all taken the nickname of their Animagus form. The tail bug refers to Peter Pettigrew turning into a mouse, and James. Potter is known as the 'Pointed Fork' and that's because of James. Potter's Animagus form is a herding deer, Lupin is called Moon Face because Lupin transforms into a werewolf on a full moon night, and Blake is nicknamed Bigfoot because his Animagus form is a large black dog.

'Huhu' gasped for breath and lay on the ground for more than an hour before Sirius Black gradually regained consciousness. After being absorbed by the Dementors from the vitality and hope in their bodies, "I must escape if I escape, and I can only take revenge if I escape..."

A plan of revenge began to brew in his mind, if there was no idea of escaping, it was because the whole world wronged Blake, believing that he was the murderer who betrayed the Potter family and killed thirteen innocent Muggles, even if he escaped, he would become a street rat, in Blake's mind, the Potter family died at the hands of Voldemort, and Peter Pettigrew was nowhere to be found, maybe even his former friend Lupin would not trust himself to be innocent. So Blake had resigned himself to his fate, thinking that as long as Harry was doing well, it would be fine. He will also spend his life in the cold and filthy cell of Aztaban. When his former enemies reappear, Black begins his plan to escape the Aztaban.

The Dementor is a dark creature that loses its vision, which is a natural nemesis for humans, unless a wizard who can master the 'Calling God Guard' can expel the Dementor, otherwise humans have no ability to resist in front of the Dementor, but everything has his two sides, the Dementor is an absolute predator for humans, but the Dementor can only smell the breath of humans, but cannot smell the breath of other creatures, and in nature, the Dementor also has natural enemies, as for this mystery has not been solved.

Blake, who has the ability to transform into an Animagus, can evade the Dementor guards in Aztaban as long as he transforms into an animal form.

Black is hatching a plan to escape from Aztaban, while Lee is enjoying the last time he stole Harry. The fruit of Potter, the protagonist of luck, is here.

After the 'Nine Shadows Flame' completely devoured the flames of the phoenix, the originally dead blue flames actually carried a trace of rebirth in the flames, and the essence blood of the basilisk was also devoured by Li She in the space of the 'Thief Order', and Li She's inky eyes glowed with a yellow luster similar to snake pupils. Overjoyed, Li She devoured the 'Medusa snake hair' that Lucius had sent to him in order to make friends, and a golden pupil in the shape of a melon seed mutated into his originally black eyes.

"I didn't expect... Petrochemical actually obtained the ability to petrify so easily," Li She said to himself. (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry for the post-disaster reconstruction, I was caught in the strong man, it's eleven o'clock every day, so I get home, and tomorrow I have to go to eight o'clock to clean up the garbage with volunteers, and I have to cut down trees for three days in a row, and my hands are blistered