Silver Hand Manor.

A special guest arrived.

The wand swirled between John's fingers, his gaze scrutinizing.

The man he was staring at was silent, but his clenched fists could tell that he was not at peace.

"Want to see your father?"

With a chuckle on his lips, John looked at the person in front of him and said casually, "Is it a request, or an exchange?"

"Theodore."

The wand in his hand stopped, and the gap in it made it possible to guess that the wand owner had been through a lot.

Theodore heard John's questioning and struggled.

He clenched his fists, unaware of the nail piercing his palm.

Noether is on his way to loneliness, and that's something that everyone can see.

In the Ancient Alliance, the name of Noether was removed.

The former Divine Twenty-Eight did not adapt to the arrival of the new king and became an outcast.

Theodore also began to understand that the burden he had on his shoulders as Nott, his grandfather, could no longer hold on.

Ancient purebloods, leaving only one man.

The inner struggle, the glory of Slytherin, haunted his mind.

He slowly knelt down, bowing his once proud head.

"I beg you, great king."

He bowed his head and said, "Please let me see my father, this will be the last time."

He knew that he was going to cut off that family affection.

"For your sake," John's wand raised slightly, "I said you'd lose everything."

Theodore replied in a deep voice, "I don't regret it."

With the wand down, John nodded and said lightly, "Head to Tumbledown Alley tomorrow, someone will take you there."

He stood up and looked condescendingly at the former Slytherin.

The other party proved his loyalty with his actions, but he was not firm.

Oscillating back and forth between loyalty and fatherhood, now it's finally time to make up your mind.

The wand had been in John's hand for some time, and Lippi had a ring hidden in it.

That ring is now in Old Barty's pocket.

In this election, the ring will be used as a weapon to kill heroes.

John casually glanced at Theodore, "You can go."

"Thank you, Great King." Theodore got up and stepped back.

Just as he turned around, John suddenly asked, "You're not a good man, Theodore."

Theodore stopped.

John didn't look at him and continued, "You're not a bad person either, it's going to make your life miserable, don't let down Pansy, that silly girl is waiting for you all the time."

During this time, Pansy was not less searching for news of Theodore.

Theodore has not been back since he was sent to Poland by John to complete the collection of things as a student.

Pansy Parkinson did not give up, and she begged her father, Mr. Parkinson, to use the power of the ancient alliance to find him.

Maybe it's a love brain, and it's not very smart.

But her love is not annoying.

Placing his wand on his desk, John said, "The old Noether has been eliminated, and the new Noether is in your choice."

As long as Theodore was still around, Noether was not wiped out.

He understood what John meant, and the only way to get Noether back to his former position was himself.

Step out of the study.

Theodore muttered to himself, "It's time to decide, father."

His father, Theodore, wanted to see him one last time and tell him his choice.

Wait until the next day.

Theodore made his way to Tumbledown Alley, where a Ministry of Magic employee waited for him, smiling, "Mr. Nott, please come with me."

They got into the Thestrals, and the employees flicked the reins.

The Thestrals' carriage flew up, and the surrounding scene quickly receded.

Theodore sat in the carriage, and he remained silent until he fell again.

During this process, he did not say a word.

The employee walks Theodore into the new Azkaban.

"Please don't get too far away from me." The Ministry of Magic employee is the caretaker of this Azkaban.

Once Theodore moves two meters away from his surroundings, he will be locked on to attack.

The new Azkaban is even more magical than the previous one.

The Death Eaters and Dark Wizards who were locked inside, they saw someone come in, their empty eyes locked on Theodore.

The Divine Twenty-Eight are also there, but there are some differences.

In this group of people, there are two outliers.

"Norman."

In prison, not only did he not lose weight, but he also gained a lot of weight, and the old Gower greeted the employees.

His gaze fell on Theodore, and he said with a look of surprise, "Theodore? I'm your Uncle Gower."

"Uncle Goyle?" Theodore was stunned.

The fat man in front of him is linked to the big man Hanhan before.

His gaze fell on the other party's prison, although the difference did not seem to be much, but if he looked closely, he could see that the other party's food was not too good.

There are also entertainment facilities such as the Gobu Stone Chessboard and the Magic Chess.

"You're coming to see your father?" Old Goyle touched his stomach and laughed, "You'll have to convince him, he's still dreaming about Voldemort's time."

"Alright, old Goyle," Norman shook his head helplessly, "You're going out soon, so let's lose weight first."

Old Goyle was a little unconvinced, and said, "You see Crabbe, he is the fattest one."

Norman was speechless, what is this like.

To be honest, he was also a little envious of these two Tie Hanhan.

If others live in Azkaban, they will be stripped of their skin if they don't die.

But they are good, not only are they not thin, but they are also fat.

The life sentence was changed to two years.

The two Hanhan understood their end, so they decisively turned their backs on Voldemort.

They didn't waste the opportunity they had won from their old and young, two years were about to pass, and nothing happened.

At first, the Death Eaters would shout when they were caught, but they were like they were going home.

After a long time, I naturally have a wide heart and a fat body.

Those who come in with them are either locked up to death or die directly, and they go out in two years, not to mention how happy they are.

Theodore's heart sank when he saw this, if he had looked for John directly, I am afraid that his father would never have been able to go out.

After saying goodbye to old Goyle, they continued deeper.

Azkaban is divided into the upper nine floors and the lower nine.

The further down it goes, the more serious the crime, and the worse the environment.

A biting chill came from the bottom, and Theodore exhaled a white breath.

He saw his father, old Nott standing like a living mummy.

His hair was scattered, and the whole person muttered to himself.

"I'll be waiting for you outside."

Norman saw the shock in Theodore's eyes and turned to go out.

He wasn't afraid that Theodore would suddenly rob a prison or something, and there wasn't even a window in this place.

All the light came from the kerosene lamp.

This was brought in by Norman.

On weekdays, there is not even a glimmer of light here, and the silence of death and the groans of pain torment the prisoners here all the time.

Those fears are infinitely magnified in the dark, and they will basically go crazy.

"Father."

Theodore approaches old Not.

But old Nott saw the light in his hand, and curled up in a corner as if he were afraid of being burned by the flames.

"The master will lead the pure-bloods to rule the world, and we will kill all Muggles." Old Noether shouted frantically, "The Dark Lord will return, and everyone will die!"

"Hahaha......

He laughed maniacally.

Theodore looked at his father and said to himself, "Even if you are crazy, you are thinking about him, you have not thought about your child at all."

"Kid? That's right, kid!" Old Nott seemed to have just seen who it was, and he crawled out of the corner with his hands and feet.

Grabbing the fence with his skeletal palms, he stared at Theodore and said, "My son, you need to find your master, he will never die, he will definitely return!"

"When the time comes, we will rule the world, and all of us will be our slaves!"

Theodore looked at him quietly and said, "Voldemort is dead."

"No!" Old Nott roared, "You're lying to me!"

"He's the most powerful wizard, he's omnipotent!"

Old Nott slammed his head against the unbreakable fence and roared like a wild beast, "He will return, and then all the disloyal will die!"

"I'm here to tell you," Theodore took a deep breath, he closed his eyes and reopened them, the last thoughts of family had been cut off in them, "my king, he will conquer the world, and the old will be swallowed up."

One last glance at his father, Theodore put down the lamp in his hand.

"I'll take Nott back to where it belongs, in my own way."

Theodore turned to leave, and it would be the last time he would see his father.

Under the faint light, old Noto let out a chilling roar.

Walking out of the bottom, Theodore saw Norman looking at his watch.

"I thought you'd stay longer." Norman casually lowered his hand and asked, "Confirm this?"

Theodore nodded and asked, "How long will he be in there?"

"Until he dies," Norman said with a smile on his face, "maybe a year, maybe a ten, maybe a hundred."

"If it were me, I would have chosen to die sooner, and the captivity of the eternal sun transcends death."

Sometimes death is also a gift, and the longer you live, the more painful it will become.

Theodore looked at the smile on Norman's face, this man was not a good person either.

"I hope he'll die in a year," Theodore said, placing a bag of Galleons in Norman's hand, "Please."

"You shouldn't be looking for me, but ......" he pushed the money back, his right hand resting on his heart.

He bowed slightly and smiled, "My king has asked me to fulfill this request of you."

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