All the way up to the twenty-seventh floor, Roger stopped at the entrance of the hallway. It can be difficult to tell who is who in this group of prisoners with your eyes.

These are almost all indefinite prisoners, and they all look the same.

The hair that had not been taken care of for a long time was unkempt and tangled, and some of them still had something unknown hanging on them. The face and exposed skin are also black and white, apparently because they have not bathed for many years. And the striped prison uniform on his body, which looked like a rag pocket with two sleeves, has never been changed, except for the worn holes everywhere, it is no longer dirty to see the original color.

Once you enter Azkaban, there are only two ways to get out of your cell, either you can be released from prison or you will be dragged out of the sea after you die.

In all of Azkaban, only the Dementors are stationed here as prison guards, so don't expect these evil creatures to serve the prisoners in the spirit of humanitarianism, such as haircuts or cleaning up personal hygiene...

"Ahem," Roger cleared his throat as he looked at the pitiful-looking prisoners at the entrance of the hallway. All eyes were on him at this moment.

"It seems that the floors on top are different from those below," Roger raised an eyebrow and said, "Then I'll make a long story short... Is Bellatrix Lestrange here? Your mom is calling you home for dinner!"

No one in the cell spoke, everyone just stared at him stunned, and their brains were more or less dulled by years of torture, and these people didn't react to what Roger meant for a while.

Roger smacked his tongue, let go of his throat and said loudly: "Don't worry, I'm not here to seek revenge, but I'm going to take you out of this place!"

"Take it out... Get out... Go—" The boy's shout endowed as it boounced back and forth down the hallway, forming an echo.

At this moment, an entire floor of prisoners instantly became a sensation, and anyone who was not stupid could understand what it meant to 'take it out'.

All those who could still move fell to the door of the cell, stretched out their arms in the direction of Roger, and roared outward with the greatest strength of their lives:

"It's me, it's me! I'm the one you're looking for!"

"Take me away! Take me away!!"

"Help me, please get me out!"

"You can tell me to do anything, as long as I can get out of here!"

The entire corridor that had been silent and audible with a pin's drop came in front of Roger after he uttered the word, and the incoherent gibberish mingled with the cries for help and pleading, and for a moment Roger even thought that he had set off the sonic trap in Azkaban.

"What are you, I can tell you're a man, don't make a fool of yourself. The boy rolled his eyes as the prisoner closest to him.

It is hard to imagine that a man who was so weak that he could only lie on the ground and reach out to the cell door could shout so loudly.

"No... No, it's me!!" The man threw his head back and roared, his skinny skeletal arm struggling in the direction of Roger's shoes, "Take me away!!"

Roger plucked out his ears, swept over the thin and somewhat deformed faces of the prisoners one by one, put his hands to his lips and shouted, "I'm looking for Bellatrix Lestrange!

His words can be heard by a few people first, and the word "being taken out" has completely ignited the last hope of these people, and everyone is fighting for the last chance to get out with all their strength. What if the person admits his mistake and takes himself out?

Those who survived on the twenty-seventh floor were just alive.

"Loud voice!" Roger had to put his wand to his throat to suppress everyone's roars: "Shut up!!"

In an instant, the corridor became silent, and the prisoners stared blankly at the boy who was separated from them only by an iron fence, the distance between him and them was almost palpable, but in fact it was out of reach.

Bella pushes the ...... What kind of broken name is this, can't you take a shorter one?" Roger 's mouth was flushed when he called out the name for the third time.

This made him drop his wand and find the compass from Pandora's suitcase, which he thought would be found with a single shout.

As soon as the prisoners in the cell saw him put down his wand again, they instantly screamed harder than before, as if they had been inexplicably stimulated.

And following the pointer, the goods turned into another hallway... Azkaban is a triangular prism with three corridors on each floor.

Eventually, the boys stood in front of the prisoners one by one, with their entire bodies pressed against the door. As soon as the man saw Roger coming, he immediately withdrew his outstretched arms and brushed his loose hair back to his head.

"Look, I'm Bellatrix Lestrange! Look at my face!" the man yelled loudly, leaning forward, his expression excited.

Roger raised his eyebrows to look at her skeletal face, which was completely indistinguishable from male and female, and looked her whole body up and down. The prison uniform hung over her like a rag pocket hanging on a bamboo pole.

Even if he knew what Bellatrix looked like, he probably wouldn't recognize it now. Not to mention that he hadn't seen a real person yet.

Roger looked at the compass in his hand again to make sure that he waved his hand at her, motioning her to step back a bit, and then his wand blew off the junction between the cell door and the wall. The cell door slammed to the ground, bringing up a cloud of rubble.

Bellatrix immediately walked out of the small cell, looking sickly excited, and his dirty hands grabbed Roger tightly. After a long time of not being trimmed, the broken nails dug deep into the boy's flesh.

"Who sent you? Did the master ask me to save you!?" she couldn't stand still, but she still roared loudly.

As soon as the rest of the prisoners in the corridor saw that someone had been rescued, they screamed even harder, and Roger didn't want these people to fight their voices, so it was not too late to wait for them to go out. He directly waved his wand to control Bellatrix into the float, and led him to the staircase.

"Don't go!Please!Help me!!"

"Let me out! I'm also working for my master! Let me out!!"

"Bella, Bella, let him let me go! Let him let me go!"

Roger hummed a tune drowned in the screams of countless prisoners, and his steps briskly passed through the arms that wanted to grasp the glimmer of hope that didn't exist. There are still a few Death Eaters on this level.

But suddenly, he felt Bellatrix, who he was controlling, sink for a moment, and he looked back, and a tall, emaciated, emaciated man tugged at the sleeve of the floating woman.

"I'm Rodolphus, Rodolphus Lestrange, I'm Bella's husband!" the man yelled, his hand grabbing his wife's sleeve as if he were going to crumple the torn fabric, "Please, take me with me!

Roger glanced at Bellatrix, who was floating behind him, and raised his wand. The man's face was delighted, and then he froze, for Roger was not referring to his cell door, but to himself.

"No! you can't do that!" the man pulled his sleeve tighter and shouted to his wife in a panic, "Bella, tell him quickly, I am your husband!

"He's really my husband..."As soon as Bellatrix spoke, Roger's wand flashed red, and he directly bounced the man who didn't let go, and half of his sleeve was torn off by him.

The frail man could no longer get up after being knocked away, and with his dirty sleeve in his hand, he lay on the ground and muttered, "I am, I am Rodolphus... It's her husband... Help me..."

Roger didn't even look at him, flicked his wand, and continued to control Bellatrix as he floated to keep up with him.

"Don't worry, when I saw my master, I asked him to come and save you himself. Bellatrix, unable to resist Roger's magic, twisted his head and said, but Roger didn't hear much desire to save her husband in her voice.

It was only when he walked downstairs that the noise that seemed to be boiling down from his ears that Roger couldn't help but pluck his ears.

Despair is not terrible, the most terrible thing is to deprive hope, I really wonder if these inmates can still survive the devastation of the Dementors after seeing them being rescued?

The prisoners above the twentieth floor are not the poor people who make mistakes on the spur of the moment, most of these are felons who have to be imprisoned here after the abolition of the death penalty, and it is not a pity to die.

The wand controlled Bellatrix, and Roger didn't have as much energy to think about it when he turned on third gear, so he didn't say anything after going down to the twenty-seventh floor, and quickly rushed to the second floor.

Then, from afar, Professor Lupin's unbridled laughter was heard: "Hahahaha! Come again! Face me, you scum who should be crushed to the bottom of hell!!"

Lupin was drugged and had the momentum of a man who could not be beaten, he waved his wand as if he were wielding a sharp sword, and the silver-white wolf-shaped Patronus was like a lightning bolt under his control, driving back any Dementor who dared to come closer.

And he himself was like a valiant warrior, rushing up from time to time and slamming his fist at the dementor's rotting body.

Roger's back and forth didn't take long, and the effect of the medicine Lupin had not yet taken before he left, ignoring the futile sucking of the Dementors.

Sure enough, if you want to be a qualified magician, you have to have a hand-to-hand heart.

"It's a good fight, you... It's time to evacuate, the people have been rescued. Roger walked over and put his hand on the professor's shoulder, and the professor overreacted and punched him in the face.

Probably because it didn't feel right, or Lupin saw who was behind him, he laughed and said, "It's just in time, come and knock them over with me!

Roger rolled his eyes, put the floating Bellatrix down, and raised his hand to carry Pandora's Box into a bazooka form.

"Alas... Move it to the side, or I'm not responsible for rotting your head. "This thing pulled aside Lupin, whose IQ was not on the line, and didn't even have to pull the trigger directly to aim.

"Whoosh~~Boom!" The entire corridor was easily emptied, and Bellatrix, who had been sitting on the ground in fear after seeing so many Dementors gathered together, stared in surprise at his scary eyes, which looked big because of his thinness.

"Haha! Well done! Let's rush out and kill them all!!" Lupin laughed maniacally, and rushed to the staircase with his wand in hand.

The boy withdrew the bazooka, restrained the woman with his wand, and said, "Stop staring, be careful to stare your eyes out of your sockets again..."

Bellatrix was a little dumbfounded, those Dementors brought endless fear to the Yellow inmates of Azkaban Prison, and even Sirius Black would be terrified when he mentioned the Dementors after he was released from prison. In this situation, it was hard to believe that the Dementors of the branches were easily destroyed.

Roger didn't bother with her, he took out two bottles of Joy Potion from Pandora and handed them over: "If you don't want to be sucked dry by the Dementors, drink it." ”

Bellatrix reached out and took the potion and drank it down, still a little distracted.

The boy stepped on the grey shreds of the Dementors' splatters and led her slowly downstairs. Then Professor Lupin was seen 'chasing' the Dementors back and forth on that small dock. In fact, for Roger, the Professor's current state is more like a nuisance of something, and he is hidden by the Dementors wherever he goes.

The wand that doesn't belong to you, and the inferior Patronus summoned by the Elixir of Joy, contains more than enough power to drive away Dementors, but it is a bit difficult to destroy them surrounded by so many Dementors.

Seeing that Professor Lupin couldn't stop for a while, Roger simply didn't bother to talk to him, but just instructed the woman behind him: "Two hands clenched into fists and gagged in the mouth, I didn't prepare a third gas mask... If you want to try the Dementors' best skills, you don't have to..."

Bellatrix, who had a slight effect on the potion, was visibly in a little more energetic and wanted to ask why, but was immediately blocked by the second half of the boy's words.

The man was brought out of the cell, and now the worry is how to get there. Roger's antique was stranded on the side of the reef beach, and he had to find a way to push it out if he wanted to get it moving again.

When I came, I relied on the inertia of sailing on the surface of the sea to rush in, but it was difficult to get out. Even if it was a wooden boat, moving it through the reef was not something Roger could do alone.