"Dissatisfied?"

The strange pronunciation showed the man's sneering response, and he simply ignored Ranko, turned his head sideways and stopped talking.

"Well, since you don't want to talk about it, Mr. Blake, let's talk about another matter."

Ranko changed the subject fluently, "Can you tell me about the specific location of the Blake family's old mansion?" ”

"You should know that although the woman who marries out does not have the right to inherit the family property, when you die, there is really no one to inherit the huge fortune of the Blake family."

Sirius couldn't sit idly by, so he opened his gray eyes that didn't have much emotion, and sneered, his voice still hoarse: "Let Narcissa come to talk to me personally, what are you?" ”

"Or, can you take the place of the Malfoy family? Lucius died in some stinking gutter to let your little guy with no hair grow up come and talk to me about this? ”

It's just Malfoy's rat.

He didn't say the last word.

But the word literacy has nothing to do with the man in front of him.

"I have to sigh." Ranko didn't get angry when he was scolded, but just said very calmly: "The Blake family is really not as good as the generation. ”

"Jaime Potter taught you? Can a pure-blood member with an ancient and long history become so, well, a guy who is quick to talk for a moment without worrying about any possible consequences? ”

For example, pull your tongue out, and stop talking if you can't speak...... Ranko thought casually.

Before the man's face instantly became ugly, he lightly threw a bombshell news out.

"Oh, maybe you don't know, Harry Potter, yes, that immortal kid is at Hogwarts this year."

"And with her is the bond of fate, in Hogwarts, you should know what I'm talking about, right?"

The fetters of fate, the only thing that can involve this kind of thing is-

Sirius sprang up quickly, he was still quite strong, but before he could touch Ranko, his body froze in place.

Petrification Charms, and quite fast, quite advanced Petrification Charms.

Sirius immediately understood that his pure-blooded upbringing had allowed him to go further in the realm of magic than most, even if he had never used magic again in ten years.

Throughout the time, Ranko did not put away his wand.

He smiled at the hideous man in front of him, and then said leisurely: "It seems that you have a deep affection for that child?" You probably haven't seen it a few times. ”

Or are you atoning for your sins? You don't think Professor Dumbledore's place must be safe, do you? ”

"Even if he's the greatest wizard of the century, you need to know better."

The voice was almost whispering, and the cold tone of voice exploded in Sirius's ears, making him breathe, "He is a man, not a god, after all. ”

"Not everything turned out to be as he expected, like now, do you think I'm doing it here, can the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore come to the rescue, well, killed James Potter and Lily Potter more than a decade ago, assisted Voldemort's accomplices, a damn Death Eater?"

The man's cheeks twitched, and his body exerted force, but even if he used more force, he couldn't break through the layer of magic on his body.

Ranko changed the subject again, this time talking about the child Sirius cared about the most at the moment: "Or, if I do something to that little girl, do you think Dumbledore can prevent it?" Don't doubt that, Professor Dumbledore is old after all, and it is difficult for him to fully focus on one person. ”

This was a lie, Dumbledore paid more attention to Harry than he could have imagined.

Sirius, however, didn't know that Dumbledore was playing the next big game.

"Death is a shadow with her."

Attacking people first strikes hearts, as long as a person has something to care about, then there is no intelligence that Ranko can't pry.

Unfortunately, he happened to have some little secrets from this Mr. Blake.

The spell was lifted, and Ranko took a step back, looked at the man who was able to stabilize his body, and said, "Think about it?" Maybe it's a win-win situation. ”

Of course, he didn't care about using some special means to obtain information.

The troublesome Loyalty Spell is not without a solution.

"You dare?!"

Unravel the spell. Sirius stood panting, staring at Ranko like a barely conscious wolf, ready to pounce at any moment.

But he was not destined to act rashly.

And this violent mood swing quickly attracted the attention of the Dementors.

When the Dementors opened the door, they looked at the large and small ones inside, and silently locked the door again.

Everywhere there is this evil star, and let the Dementors not live?

The devil is sad √.

In short, the Dementors knew their way around quite quickly, and after they had already suffered their companions, and were sure that the people inside had no intention of escaping.

Ranko retracted his careless glance, and after using the Transfiguration Charm to pinch out a chair and sit down, it was simple and direct: "You can try, see if I can break through the obstacles, well, to curse a new life?" ”

The last sentence had a profound meaning, and Ranko looked at the wizard in front of him for a long time.

And anger overshadows reason, which is not the slightest pressure on Mr. Blake, who has been in prison for ten years in Azkaban.

His cognition, experience, and past are all preserved as they were ten years ago, and not only has the ten years of prison life not smoothed out the edges and corners of his life, but the special environment here also makes his emotions and sanity like dancing on the edge of a cliff, and stepping on the bottomless abyss below.

"Think clearly and do it."

Seeing the other party's clenched fists and the appearance of the bones rattling, Ranko raised his eyes and lightly raised the wand in his hand, revealing that he had this qualification, and stood here to negotiate terms with him.

The importance of a wand to a wizard cannot be overstated.

Wandless casting, while this is not difficult for some wizards, can be matched in terms of strength, and the wandless side will always be at a disadvantage.

After all, a child's appearance is only an appearance, and the inside is already dirty, how can an unspeakable monster put himself at a disadvantage?

Eventually, the man sat down on the bed and put his hands over his face, his palms trembling slightly.

There was silence for a long time.

"You have to keep her safe, or you'll end up at the end of the earth...... I'm going to kill you with my own hands—"

Harley Potter, the only child left by James and Lily.

It will also be the object of his atonement.

Sirius smiled wryly, he could only help that kid in this way?

"Naturally, that's part of the deal." Ranko agreed.

As long as Dumbledore is here, he can break it back if things are not too outrageous, and Ranko doesn't have to make a move at all.

For him, this is an empty glove white wolf, and he doesn't need to contribute at all.

It's a pity that Sirius still doesn't know, laughs.

"12 Grimmauld Place, London."

When this list of addresses came out of Sirius's mouth, the shackles of this address, from the magical plane, were completely untied in Ranko's mind.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Blake."

Having achieved his goal, Ranko stood up and saluted, "I hope to have such a pleasant cooperation with you in the future." ”

"Roll ——!"

The sorcerer, who was on the verge of losing control of his emotions, roared.

"Huh."

Ranko walked out of the stone door of his cell, and motioned to the Dementors not to be so quick about him.

"How to put it, you have to give people a chance to vent." Ranco said to the Dementors, "Isn't the more emptiness and despair that fills in after venting, and the rare and precious memories that serve as the glue to the walls of the heart?" ”

The Dementors were thoughtful.

Orchid is deeply hidden in merit and fame.

A deal is a deal, and scolding people is your fault.

As he left the level, Ranko pulled out the strange book and flipped to one of the pages.

Sirius Black's name is illusory, and he belongs to the Patron of the Black Family, the only wizard to be considered heir.

Another name, Anise Quiñones, had already been written from a strange book, and the character representing the name was under his control.

"Not surprisingly."

I wanted to see if Sirius could be made into a puppet, after all, this kid would have some use in the future, such as using him to remotely manipulate the situation in Britain and occasionally send warmth to my dear junior.

Ranko always felt that the last time he roared with a curse letter could not express his empty heart, the junior didn't forget to bring him to kill and let him suffer, how could he let the junior go so easily?

However, it is a pity that the Blake family, as one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families of the Divine Kind, is still one step behind in operation after all.

"So, why don't you find a mouse to make up for it?"

The Hogwarts mouse with a finger missing sneezed indifferently to alert Ron.

"Spotted, are you catching a cold again?"

The mouse turned around without light or weight, turned his head and fell asleep again.

"Look, it's always been this lazy, I really don't understand how it survived until now, is it because it's stupid and lazy?"

The whining voices of Ron and his companions faded away, and Peter Pettigrew in the bedroom fell asleep again.

This time he had a dream.

In the dream, there was an Azkaban that he had never seen before, and a blonde boy in Azkaban standing among countless Dementors.

When Peter Pettigrew wakes up, he completely forgets what the dream he just had was, and only knows that it was a nightmare.

But so what?

A human sneer appeared on the mouse's face, and nightmares could not be eaten or killed.

As long as he doesn't die, then he has nothing to fear.

——

In the inner court of Azkaban, Diongo finally fell into the most terrible situation.

Using a spell to dispel the skeleton monsters, and pulling out ten clay pots of unknown contents from the ground, he didn't breathe a sigh of relief when he found himself densely packed with Dementors behind him.

They stood still, like the most delicate dolls, but when Diongo spotted them, the monsters, symbols of death and fear, rushed down.

The Unforgivable Spell, the Dark Magic, the Patronus Spell, no amount of spell can change the current situation, and the protection given to him by the Dark Arts Professor seems to have reached the time limit, and he has long lost the previous sense of elegance of 'ten thousand flowers are always over a leaf', but he is embarrassed, and the Patronus will disappear soon after.

Dementors are able to absorb the happy memories of wizards, including positive emotions such as happiness and joy, all of which are what they are after.

Diongo was soon tortured and fell to the ground, having to endure the baptism of the Dementors in agony.

His brain occlusion was completely ineffective, and the other two souls in his brain were also screaming, and only that memory was represented.

'Give me your body and I'll take you out of here.' ’

The man in blood-red wizard robes held out his hand and gracefully gestured to Diongo in an inviting gesture.

Diongo had fallen into a deep coma, and he had long been unable to respond to that memory.

'Tsk. ’

The blood-red figure flickered through countless memory fragments, and then Diongo suddenly opened his eyes.

He rationally constructed a powerful brain occlusion technique again, and after reinforcing the center of the crumbling spiritual barrier, he looked at the seemingly countless Dementors around him.

The iron gray leaves of the ancient trees behind him rattled, and the air was even colder, piercing into the skin, as if it could freeze all the blood inside, but Diongo was unmoved.

He began to be affected by his memories, and his thoughts and emotions were changing little by little in the direction of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's soul fragments, even if they are cut into three parts: thoughts, emotions, and memories, these three seem to be extremely infectious, as long as some of them come into contact with the human body, or have a thinking being, then they can quickly turn that creature into what they want to see.

That is, to become Grindelwald again.

Diongo was unable to suppress this memory, and the Soul Thickener had just lost its effectiveness in the horrific attack of the Dementors, which allowed Grindelwald's memories to take over.

In the face of an almost endless number of Dementors, Grindelwald slowly raised his wand......

And then there is, run!

He wasn't stupid enough to use this body to face an almost endless number of Dementors.

Azkaban is obviously the happy home of these dark magic creatures, beating people in other people's homes, is he idle and now there are not enough dark magic creatures or what?

Of course, in the process of escaping, Grindelwald did not forget to pick up one of the clay pots dug up from the roots of the tree on the ground, and then took his wand and used the Patronus Charm to protect himself, while using some kind of unspeakable black magic.

The black magic was like a piece of wind, but it could tear apart the Dementors around it, and the power of those who were a little farther away could blow them away.

The torn Dementors were quickly regrouped, and apart from a few special means, they were almost immortal, and even the dark magic used by Grindelwald could not kill them in a short period of time.

But as long as it can delay time, it is enough.

Azkaban may prevent the apparitions from moving, but here he has a key to the outside world.

That's right, the portkey of the British Ministry of Magic.

Grindelwald rushed in the same direction where the door key was stored.

"Dear Mr. 'Gwo'."

When Grindelwald smashed the wall and tried to get through the level violently, a voice suddenly came to his mind.

"Where do you want to go?"

Ranko passed through the stone door on the tenth floor, condescendingly looking at the dementor in the inner court and the escaped figure, and the strange book in his hand turned to a new page, where a name flashed with a strange light.