Ron believed that there was no more merciful gift in the world than to survive when he knew he was going to die.

Yes - after sobering up, he had no intention of returning alive after learning that he had fallen into the hands of the Death Eaters.

Given the long-standing notoriety of that group of mad dark wizards, the odds of him surviving were too small, too small.

Hardly possible.

But the truth is, he's still alive.

He met Voldemort, and saw what Harry, Cedric, and Owen said were like a skeleton. Voldemort with blood-red eyes, no nose, and crazy behavior.

He had expected that the other party would use the killing curse to kill him without mercy.

Or torture him with the Diamond Curse until he goes mad.

But either way, Voldemort didn't do it.

He stared at him with interest for a long time, and when he was sure that he was a good friend of Harry Potter, he ordered that no Death Eaters should harm him, and imprisoned him here.

Ron naturally knew Voldemort's intentions.

He's not a fool.

The demon must have wanted to use himself as bait to lure Harry or Owen and Hermione into the bait.

Or take him hostage and blackmail Dumbledore.

Ron never imagined that he would one day become a breakthrough and become Voldemort's bargaining chip!

It made him worse than killing him outright.

"Tick-"

The sound of raindrops falling again.

Listening to Ron's heart was in turmoil, during this time, his mind and body were tormented, from the initial fear, to the current despair.

He didn't know if he would ever see the sun again, and he was even more afraid that his friend would be caught by Voldemort because of him.

"Whew—" Ron let out a long sigh from the dimly lit cell.

I wonder what you're doing right now?

The Death Eaters attacking a small town are sure to blow up the entire wizarding world.

Even if the news of his capture hadn't been spread, he would definitely have been listed as missing.

Harry, Hermione, Owen, and Neville, are they in a hurry to discuss what to do?

And mom and dad.

The hanging clock in the living room must have pointed to himself being held.

They must have known where they were now.

The thought that his mother might be sitting in the living room and crying made it difficult for Ron to feel good.

He always wanted his mother to be proud of him, especially after Harry, Hermione, and Owen around him did something, and this feeling was especially strong.

But now – all this vision will come to an end.

My dream is about to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Little by little, time passed, just as he became more and more desperate.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps and someone was walking towards his cell.

It was a high-heeled shoe, and the sound of stepping on the ground was clear.

Then another voice came.

It was the sound of metal rubbing against each other, with some kind of rust, a sharp, tooth-making sound.

It was the iron door in front of him, and it was opened.

A light—not dazzling, the faint light of the dim torch shining in.

Ron's body tensed instantly, his eyes widened, his red hair greasy sticking together.

The face was covered in dust and sludge.

"Hmph—still alive." In the dim light, there was a contemptuous voice.

It's a woman.

Ron swore he must have heard the voice somewhere, he had an impression.

Finally, the woman walked in through the doorway completely.

Ron recognized her at a glance.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Voldemort's loyal dog.

The culprit who invaded Hogsmeade was captured alive and imprisoned in Azkaban, but she escaped from prison last year.

"If you want to know something from my mouth, then I advise you to die this heart!" Ron sat cross-legged on the ground and said stiffly.

Although his body was weak at this time, and he had not eaten or drunk for two days, which made him almost collapse, he would never be weak in the face of the enemy. He's not Peter Pettigrew.

"Hmph-" Bella snorted and said disdainfully, "Idiot." ”

"If we really want to know something, we don't need you to ask."

Her black hair was scattered across the sides of her cheeks.

The hair on the forehead was combed back and coiled into a high bun.

A long black dress.

On his feet is a pair of low-heeled black open-toed shoes.

The facial features faded into madness.

Painted with light eye makeup and reddish lip color.

The whole person is introverted and dangerous, with the temperament of a scorpion beauty.

"What do you want to do?" Ron watched her warily.

He didn't think that Voldemort's loyal dog had come to him to laugh.

"The Dark Lord wants you alive." Bella said lightly, "So-"

As she spoke, she suddenly stopped all her movements.

It's like a jam.

It's like waiting for something.

His eyes stared blankly at the wall behind Ron.

This pause lasted at least ten seconds.

Even Ron was puzzled when she made a move.

She stretched out her wand, approached the bubble-like prohibition, and knocked it.

The next moment, the prohibition suddenly emitted a dazzling red light, and the red light intensified, turning into a sharp knife, leaving a hole in the ban.

Ron subconsciously closed his eyes.

Then I felt something fly towards me.

Hit him in the chest.

When he opened his eyes in confusion, the red light disappeared and the prohibition healed.

And Bellatrix Lestrange. She didn't have the slightest intention of staying, and turned around and left the prison.

The steel gate closes again.

Be all abroad!

Ron frowned, rubbing his eyes.

It took a while to readjust to the darkness.

He was a little confused by all this.

Then he looked down and into his arms.

That's a package. When he opened the package, he reached for it.

Oh - it was food, or rather, fruits and vegetables that didn't need to be cooked, and the Death Eaters wouldn't have made a fire to cook for themselves, Ron chuckled.

In an instant, his smile narrowed.

Ron was in distress.

If you can't get out - it doesn't seem like there's any hope now.

Then he should starve himself to death.

Or find any way to kill yourself. Let him die in this prison

At least that way, it wouldn't drag Harry into the water.

"Hey—"

When you think about it, the food in your hand becomes dispensable.

Even if he quenches his hunger until his stomach aches.

Didn't eat them in the first place.

Ron looked up.

Looking at the small palm-sized window on the wall behind him.

The windows used to ventilate the prison cells became his only place of hope.

No one wants to die if they could.

He didn't want to.

But—

Ron, who was thinking nonsense, suddenly found that his eyes were dark.

All the light in the prison faded.

Well?

What's going on?

In just an instant, he reacted.

Was someone blocking his window?

He quickly narrowed his eyes, carefully identifying the figure outside the window.

And then—Ron was taken aback.

"You, you."

Because there's a figure there that shouldn't be there.

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened involuntarily.

"Sure enough—am I going to die?"

"Is it a hallucination?"

The murmur in the prison also attracted the attention of the wizard outside the window.

"How can there be a window here?"

Outside the window, in the pouring rain, a hooded girl with black hair and scarlet eyes was hanging from the wall.

She was peering through the palm-sized window.

The obelisk is supposed to be intact throughout, how can there be windows?

The witch wondered in her heart.

But—now that most of the tower had collapsed, and the windows might have been dug by wizards in recent years, her confusion didn't last long.

And when she saw the people in the room, she still had thoughts in her heart.

Then, she pulled a cloak from the pocket she had left behind her waist. Wrap yourself around yourself.

The whole body was covered - and then a magical scene occurred.

Her body began to shrink rapidly, and after being so small that it was only the size of a fist, she went straight through the window wrapped around her, and when she landed, the magic cloak was instantly opened, and she changed back to her normal size.

"Just you?" The witch said as she retracted her cloak from her waist purse.

“.” Ron's head was still restarting.

He had realized that the witch in front of him was supposed to be a living person.

But—didn't Owen say she was dead?

And the president of the Magic Congress also confirmed that she was indeed dead?

"Didn't that Sanchez get caught? Or Granger? The girl continued to question.

And at this time, Ron finally reacted.

"Nope." "There were a few Hogwarts wizards who were captured by the Death Eaters," he said. But neither of them was caught. They are not in the United States. ”

"Really?" The witch's voice was full of regret, and she walked around the prohibition on the ground to the iron door, and then pasted a lens-like object on it, and the next moment, there was a picture outside the door in the lens.

After a careful look, it was determined that there was no one. She put the lens away.

"Then it's just me." The girl muttered to herself, then pulled out her wand and aimed it at the iron door.

"Hey—wait." Ron was in a hurry, "Get me out, I can help you, whatever you do?" Oh - yes - what's your name? Wait—I'll be able to remember it soon. ”

"You?" The girl looked at Ron with disgust, "What's the use of you?" In addition to dragging its feet? ”

"How can you say that?" Ron looked angry, "It's not like we haven't fought before, and you haven't beaten me, okay?" ”

"That's what I'm letting you do."

"Hehe- I don't think so, you obviously wanted to kill me." Ron said coldly.

"Oh-I remember, your name is Koyatl, Koyatl Stewart!"

"If you're really as useful as you say, then you won't get caught by them." Koyatl tilted his head and said disdainfully, "This is your attitude towards asking for help?" ”

"Sneak attack! It was the Death Eaters who attacked me! Ron argued, "There were four or five dark wizards, oh—and your traitors to the Magical Congress of the United States, and they were all in the running, what could I do?"

Besides my attitude—ahem—that—Miss Stewart, can you have mercy on me out? ”

To this day, he still cares about face.

He had been starving himself to death to avoid causing trouble for Harry, but now he had a chance to escape.

This must not be rushed to grasp this life-saving straw.

Ron's words sent Koyatl deep in thought.

She did need a helper, but it couldn't be too stupid.

The strength of this guy in front of him is so-so, but they haven't seen each other for a year, and he may have improved. In general, the pros outweigh the disadvantages, and it is not impossible to save him.

"Remember—everything will listen to me when I get out." Koyatl pondered and spoke.

"Of course." Ron nodded hurriedly, "You're the boss." ”

The witch didn't say anything, but reached into her waist bag with her right hand.

After a bit of rummaging, she pulled out a long dagger.

Ron looked at the dagger very familiarly, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Koyatl, on the other hand, slashed at the prohibition, and it was torn open.

It's not big, only two feet in diameter.

Timing it right, Ron made a leap of the gap, and collided with Koyatl.

"Sorry, there's only one direction." Ron said with some embarrassment, and then quickly got up.

Koyatl, who was holding the dagger, had a fierce glint in his eyes, and he wanted to give this guy a knife.

But in the end, she endured.

just patted his robe with disgust and muttered, "It stinks." ”

"Uh-" Ron brushed the shredded hair from his forehead, embarrassed and a little overwhelmed.

He cautiously chose not to say anything, just stood in place.

It's not good not to do it. It's better than getting bored.

"Take it." Koyatl put away his dagger and pulled another wand from his belt bag, along with several bottles of potions.

"The wand of some hapless bastard, one of my trophies." She said. Then he threw it to Ron.

Ron took the wand and the potions.

It doesn't matter what he is, anyway, he poured it all into his mouth.

"Hmph—aren't you afraid it's Venom?"

"Then why are you trying to save me?" Ron licked his lips, it was the vitality tonic, the potent kind.

This potion boosts the drinker's vitality and sweeps away tiredness.

Of course, it doesn't directly fill the stomach, but it just makes people get back into shape.

Ron, holding an unfamiliar wand, pointed the tip of the wand at himself, casting several spells in succession.

Clean up.

Waterproof and moisture-resistant.

Rapid deformation.

Then his body refreshed.

The long robe was also transformed into a simple single coat and a black cloak with a hood.

"It's a bit level." Koyatl said.

Being able to use an unfamiliar wand to cast these spells without barriers, such a level of magic is far beyond that of ordinary young wizards, even ordinary adult wizards can't do it.

"The result of regular practice." Ron couldn't help but be a little angry, "I can easily use these spells without a wand. ”

"Hmph—do you want me to compliment you?"

"Not really." Ron took a bite of the banana in his hand and cushioned his stomach. "So do you have any plans? This is the time to sneak in. What is the purpose?

I would have even suspected that you were in league with the Death Eaters or the traitors of the Magic Congress. ”

"And aren't you dead?" In the end, he couldn't resist asking that question. It was so weird that he couldn't help it.

"How's it going to crawl back from the cemetery? Satisfied? Koyatl said coldly, and then he drew his wand and used several lockpicking spells on the iron door.

But it didn't work.

It wasn't until she pronounced a spell that sounded like Hebrew that the iron door opened.

"Awesome!" Ron exclaimed, no need to guess that this door must have performed all kinds of protective magic, with his level of spells, he couldn't open it for a lifetime.

Hearing this, Koyatl didn't say anything, but bent down and walked straight out.

Outside the door was a dark hallway, with only some light provided by the torches that appeared every three or four feet on the walls.

Walls made of unknown stone seeped water dripping, and many places were overgrown with fungal crops.

The hallway was damp and stuffy, and it smelled of decay.

Koyatl frowned, his wand tapping lightly against the wall.

"Damn."

She cursed.

Because nothing appeared.

She didn't see any runes or runes.

Before, when she came here more than a decade ago, these inner walls were carved with all kinds of runi scripts, but now they look like ordinary walls, and it is clear that someone has deliberately vandalized them.

Natural decay is not so fast.

"What's wrong?" Ron said cautiously, the banana peel in his hand was struck by a subtle vanishing spell he threw and disappeared.

"We've got to speed up." Koyatl said something inexplicable, and walked briskly down the hallway.

Seriously – Ron has been kept in the dark.

In his opinion, the girl in front of him was inexplicable.

The place is also inexplicable.

Even Voldemort found him a little baffled.

For days he didn't do anything, unless there was something more important than capturing the little wizard.

But he couldn't think of anything more important than catching the little wizard and blackmailing Dumbledore.

Capture the Magic Congress? Thorough control of the United States?

Could this be possible?

Ron's head was a mess, and he silently followed behind Koattel.

Watch as she carefully avoids places where there may be traps.

Her fanny pack is like Owen's, and all kinds of magical items seem endless.

With the help of the props, they managed to evade the Death Eaters on several occasions.

"Wait—what's that?" In the darkness, Ron grabbed Koyatl's arm, and the two hid around a corner.

Through the faint light of the fire, he could see something that seemed to wriggle in the darkness not far away, floating in the air.

"Dementors!" Ron recognized the creature after just a close and two-time look.

No way, the little wizards of Hogwarts are too familiar with this kind of monster.

"Dementors?" Koyatl was stunned, she knew about the creature, but only from books.

"They used to be guards in Azkaban, but they defected a few years ago, and no one knows where they went." Ron whispered, "It's a terrible creature that feeds on the happy memories of wizards, and if you smoke it for too long, it can eat your soul." ”

"Only the Patronus Charm can expel it."

He glanced at Koattel, unsure if the other party had mastered the spell.

(End of chapter)