Life in Azkaban is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water for the people here.

Wake up, eat, be in a daze, eat, be in a daze, sleep, and the only thing that can be entertained on weekdays is through the peephole that is not yet the size of a human head, and look at the same unchanged scenery outside.

There may have been the fluttering sounds of Dementors and the angry cries and begs for mercy from some of the less restless prisoners, but like a real pool of stagnant water, it couldn't make a wave.

Until today.

The man leaning against the wall and watching the inner courtyard silently heard a different movement.

At first, he thought it was the Dementors who opened the door next to him, after all, they often went to find another after finding the stubble of this one, and if they were not satisfied, they would sometimes pick up some of the ones they didn't have much memory for them to eat, and devour them.

Sirius was used to it.

But what came from the cell next to him was not the usual screams of sucking and pain, but the sound of the body smashing against the wall and the flesh blooming.

"I said, do you really think I'm a fool?"

Azkaban's soundproofing wasn't really good, and through a wall, Sirius could hear the sounds of conversation coming from beside him.

The voice was unfamiliar to him, not like the voice of the mad woman who lived next door.

Without much thought, Sirius remained motionless in the corner, quiet as a statue.

On the other side of the wall, the sound was still staccato and on.

"I ...... I don't understand...... Ahem, what are you talking about......"

"Saints ......"

"Let go, ahem...... Let me go! ”

This was followed by the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground, and the sound of Dongdong spread far and wide in Azkaban, and also attracted the attention of the dementors guarding the eleventh floor.

It was only when they approached the cell where the door had been opened that they saw a blonde boy holding a shroud, poking his head out of his cell, looking at them with a blank expression.

"Something?"

With that, Ranko raised the shroud on his hand as if he were doing something.

Dementors: ...... Ahh

How does this make them answer?

The Dementors exchanged a few words in silence, then tacitly moved away from the place, telling the other companions not to come for the time being.

Anyway, as long as the number of people is correct and no one who should be here leaves here, then they don't need to care.

Think of it as the little fools from the Ministry of Magic who came to bring warmth to the food.

Scattered, scattered.

Seeing the Dementors silently retreat again, Ranko retracted his head and closed the stone door by the way, resealing the place into a secret room.

The woman in the corner screamed again, her head clutched, her eyes full of fear, and her body covered in wounds from the fall.

"I've always disliked using this method, but you're lucky today, I have plenty of time."

A chair was transformed on the spot, and Ranko sat there, looking at the woman in the corner with a gentle expression, without the slightest hint of violence that he had just started.

But just now, he used his wand at will, throwing the woman in front of him from the ground to the ceiling, and from the ceiling to the wall.

Every time, the whole person is thrown up, and there is no mercy.

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......"

The ragged women huddled together and looked at the blonde boy sitting in a chair through the gap in their arms, their nails and hair revealing 'I'm scared you don't kill me'.

Ranko let out a "huh" and looked at the woman in front of him with a playful look.

"I've never seen anyone who can rationally construct a brain occlumency in such a state of fear."

He looked at the woman in front of him, pinched the wand in his hand, and when the woman's body stiffened, as if she didn't expect to be uncovered so quickly, he randomly used a spell and knocked the wand in her hand away.

The wand was taken off, and the woman reacted immediately, with a hideous face, and suddenly pounced on the boy in front of her.

This was followed by another smuffling blow, and her whole body was thrown against the wall again by a huge force, this time the impact seemed to cause a qualitative change, and when the woman fell from the wall, she coughed up a large amount of blood in her mouth.

"Your ribs are broken, and you're probably going to die here if you don't get treatment."

The disarmed wand floated into Ranko's hand, and was immediately held in his hand under the woman's angry gaze.

"Oh, Willow's wand."

He glanced at it, then snapped his wand.

"The core of the wand is still the heart nerve of the dragon, and it looks like it should be a wand that Ollivander bought from him."

The woman covered her chest and abdomen, and could feel the labor pain in her stomach, but she didn't pay attention to it, just looked at the boy in front of her with gloomy eyes, and just wanted to say something, there was a rusty smell in her mouth that was silent.

Ranko was unaware of the other party's murderous gaze, and looked at everything in this cell as if nothing happened.

Compared to the other cells, this cell looked fairly clean, at least free of open excrement and rotting food. It can be seen that if it weren't for the sake of hiding, this woman would have had a good life here, instead of being as ragged as she is now.

"Ahem."

The woman coughed up blood again, her eyes still staring at the boy in front of her, but when the boy glanced over, that emotion quickly hidden.

"What do you want to do? If you're just trying to humiliate me, you've won. ”

The woman no longer cowered as before, but a kind of calm before the mountain rain came.

Even if her wand was broken in front of her, she quickly adjusted beyond the initial anger and tried to dominate and reverse the situation that was currently working against her.

Ranko tossed the broken wand in his hand, then looked at the woman, a smile hidden in his voice, like an indescribable whisper, which could guide the darkest thoughts and memories of a person's heart.

"What do you think, what do you think I want to do?"

Perhaps it was because the blood-like wizard robes on the Black Magic Professor's body evoked the woman's memories, and she suddenly whispered, "You're also for that thing?" ”

She reacted immediately after blurting out this sentence, her eyes suddenly shrank, staring at the wizard in front of her, her eyes full of incredulity: "What did you do?!" ”

"I'm just asking you to tell you the secret you've hidden." Ranko said, "Why, do you think Occlumency will protect those little secrets in your mind from being discovered?" ”

"Heh, there are still such naïve people in this world."

To the woman, this sound like a slap in the face, and it hurts hotly.

She simply turned her head away, closed her eyes and said no more, letting the pain in her stomach spread.

Ranko was not in a hurry, and sat there waiting for the woman's forehead to start to cover with fine sweat.

It is easy for a therapist to control the wound so that it does not kill the person immediately, and at the same time leaves the pain that cannot be easily tolerated by the human will.

In my previous life, I heard that a medical girl stabbed a scumbag 32 times, and the knife avoided the vital point, but in the end it was only an example of minor injury.

And what is even more gratifying in this life is that in judging the injury, Ranko has studied it very thoroughly.

At the same time, magic can heal wounds in an instant that technology can't do. In front of the therapist, as long as he doesn't die on the spot, he can basically be saved.

Pretending to be dizzy? That's even more non-existent.

So when the woman was in pain and almost went into shock, Ranko casually used a spell to pull the person back from the state of shock, and then let her feel the pain again.

Woman:......

She wanted to fight hard, but she couldn't.

"Don't worry, we still have a long way to go."

Ranco propped his cheek with his left hand and said softly, "Although this is much more endurable than the Drill Heart Charm, the Corrosion Charm can make you experience the process of body decay, the Thousand Cuts Spell can let you see the flesh on your body being peeled off little by little, and the Water Pumping Charm and the Ossification Charm can make you slowly feel the feeling of your body gradually turning into a dead corpse, but don't worry, I won't do this." ”

He spread his hands, "After all, I am a very kind person by nature. ”

"So don't worry, if you don't want to say it, I will definitely not force you."

You're the devil!

The woman roared in her heart, but she clutched her stomach, and the pain was like a broken rib that had been inserted into her lungs, and every breath was torture.

Something was grunting out of her mouth, but the woman's head was empty, and the pain came again and again, and every time she mustered up the courage to let this guy kill her, she would hear a phrase "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you", followed by another spell, and after briefly suppressing the pain, the pain surged again.

Again and again, again and again, it will eventually lead to a mental breakdown.

Ranko knows what to do, but he's never liked it.

Not to mention the time-consuming, the pure-blooded upbringing also told him to try not to beep if he can do it.

Who knows if this kind of approach, which looks like a villain, will end up overturning and letting the protagonist have a small universe explosion or something?

Today is an exception, though.

Whoever made the name Lindwow number one on his must-kill list, even with these damned saints, could unwittingly arouse his anger.

You can't kill Grindelwald for the time being, and you can't find these boys and girls to dissipate your anger?

There's nothing good going on with Grindelwald, and this little girl wants to kill him with a Dementor, phew.

And like I said before, he has a lot of time.

"What is the purpose?"

This is the fourth time Ranko has asked.

The woman pursed her pale lips and curled up motionless on the ground for a long time, and after a long time, a few words popped up.

Ranko listened intently, then smiled and nodded.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

The woman closed her eyes, and she could see that this person was not unable to get information, but was simply venting his anger.

'Kill me......'

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she didn't have the strength to speak.

"That's not going to work."

Ranko stood up, walked over to the woman, crouched down and used a spell to heal all the wounds on her body.

"If Azkaban is silent and there are fewer people, the Dementors will be very bothered."

The woman's eyes were suddenly stunned, and then she thought of the meaning behind this sentence, and suddenly struggled.

'Kill me, kill me, kill me!' ’

Her eyes betrayed fear, but she was followed by the Dementors who had opened the door of the cell at some point.

"Didn't you promise them benefits? If you can, you can still do it. ”

Ranko stood up and took a step back, giving the Dementors a place.

He allowed the Dementors to pass by his side and lunge at the woman, smiling all the time, unmoved by the woman's screams and fear.

"Who told you to be a black-handed, let the Dementors attack us?"

It's a pity that he is still the one who is more skilled.

"So, while the Dementors are enjoying dinner, isn't it time for the gentleman who has been listening to the corner for a long time to talk to me?"

Sirius in the next cell suddenly opened his eyes.

The door to the cell did not open.

But the wall beside him, the bricks on the wall quickly spread out to the sides, revealing a blonde boy in blood-red wizard robes.

Sirius opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

After holding it for a long time, when the wall returned to its original state, he said his first words in the past few years.

"Who are you?!" The voice was hoarse and ugly, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

But he quickly reacted, blonde hair? Child?

But in the British wizarding world, this hair color is more famous, and only those who have the ability to enter Azkaban are ......

"Malfoy?!"

The first sentence is confused and guarded, and the second sentence is disgust and stubbornness.

Because of the fact that a cousin married into the Malfoy family, and the respect and appreciation of the old guys in the family when they mentioned the Malfoy family, although Sirius didn't know how the kid got into Azkaban, it didn't affect his own negative sanity at all.

"Looks like Mr. Blake is doing well here."

Ranko looked at the rather handsome wizard described in it at this time, and suddenly he didn't know whether to say that the Blake family had lost face, or whether to lament that the pure-blood family in Britain had fallen again.

"Blake...... Heh, now even the little bunny cub of the Malfoy family is so arrogant? ”

He simply closed his eyes, and the expression of disgust had existed since he saw the other party's hair color, and the other party did not deny it.

It's no wonder that people are so miserable.

Ranko was also observing the last heir of the Blake family, and his heart couldn't help but be stunned.

Unlike his mother, Walburga at this age at least doesn't show everything in his heart.

Sure enough, eleven years in prison made the last heir of the Blake family completely unable to get the growth he deserved.

After discovering this, Ranko glanced around and felt that the Blake family was really miserable.

"For the sake of our family, Lucius shouldn't let Mr. Blake reduce you to this point, what, Mr. Blake, do you have any grievances against the Malfoy family?"

With Lucius' connections in the Ministry of Magic, as long as his wife spoke, Sirius would not be this inhuman even if he was sentenced to life in prison.

And that Narcissa Malfoy, whether ethically or morally, would not ignore it.

It is still the same now, which means that Mr. Blake has completely rejected the Malfoy family's humanitarian concerns.

Gee. His cousin was also angry enough, right?