"Bang!"

As the iron gate was closed, a pair of handcuffs smashed against the iron fence, making a jingling sound.

"No, no, no, don't send me to Azkaban! You've got the wrong man!" shouted a disheveled, bearded man, clinging to the fence with his hands tightly on his hands, revealing his yellow teeth, "Jim, let me go!"

At the end, he burst into tears, slid his hands down the fence, and knelt on the ground, staring at a man in a police uniform standing at his desk not far away.

The man named Jim watched the escorts leave the room, and finally couldn't help but turn his head: "Why do you want to be one of them? Jacob!" he stared at each other, his words full of pain.

"No! I'm not!" Jacob quickly stopped crying and stood up, leaning his face against the cold fence, desperately pleading, "Jim, Jim, you have to believe me!"

"Why did you run away as soon as someone became suspicious?" can you explain?" Jim slammed into a fist with one hand and slammed it on the table.

"Jim, as my friend, you know me! I'm afraid they're going to arrest me!" Jacob said eagerly, "Jim, come and listen to me, Jim!"

"Expose it. Jim walked up to Jacob, and without waiting for the other to speak, he said coldly.

Jacob hesitated for a moment, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and a black mark appeared on his exposed arm, a black skull, and a curly snake body sticking out of his mouth.

"If it weren't for this mark, would the Ministry of Magic have convicted so decisively?" Jim glanced at the mark, a look of disgust.

"No, you know! Saxon had always been my friend, and it was when I saw his mark that I wanted to get the same tattoo. I didn't know he was a Death Eater!I didn't know it was a Dark Mark!" Jacob smirked.

"You and I both know Jacob, this kind of trick can only deceive newcomers who have just entered the Ministry of Magic. Jim grabbed the other man by the collar and gritted his teeth, "You've been here for years!

Exhaling a breath and looking at Jacob's face full of innocence, Jim's expression was a little dejected, and he waved his hand: "If you really aren't a Death Eater, then find evidence! Otherwise, you have to be prepared to be locked up in Azkaban! forever!"

"No! Jim!"

Jacob roared wildly, the jingling of bells was muffled, and Jim's neck was caught in the chains between the handcuffs. Jacob jerked his outstretched hands back, and Jim's head slammed into the fence with a thud.

"Forehead ......"

The other party desperately strangled his neck, Jim struggled for a while, and hurriedly drew his wand before suffocating, he flicked his backhand, but Jacob easily dodged the spell of missing his head.

"Bang!"

The spell smashed into the prison cell, blasting a large hole in the wall.

Glancing back, Jacob leaned close to Jim's ear and said, "My dear friend, you must be disappointed right now, right? Oh no, it should be despair, hahahaha." As he spoke, his eyebrows were raised, his face was full of excitement, and with countless bursting green tendons, he looked hideous.

"Bang!"

Another spell was dodged by Jacob's head again, and Jim's face was flushed, his eyes rolled upward, and he grabbed weakly at the bloodied neck, and his wand fell to the ground with a click.

Seeing the other party's painful expression through the side of his face, Jacob sighed twice: "I'm sorry, maybe the Death Curse is a better choice, it will make you die in an instant, unconscious." But I can't help it, you have to be considerate of me, don't worry, I will try my best to make you suffer as little as possible. Fishy spat splashed in Jim's face, and he didn't react to it.

As the words fell, Jacob pressed his feet against the fence and slammed into force. When he landed, the figure in front of him struggled frantically, his feet kept kicking the ground, until a few seconds later, his waist and abdomen were stretched forward, his face was bruised, his whole body trembled suddenly, and he no longer moved.

Jacob was still clenching his teeth until his hands gradually lost their strength, and he saw that Jim was too dead to die, so he went around the other man's head and withdrew his hands.

The corpse fell forward with a dull sound, but it was like a previous spell smashing against the wall, completely unnoticed by outsiders. The walls of the doors are heavy, and although they are more protected, they also have a strong blocking effect on sound.

Jacob didn't care about anything else, and after relieving himself, he quickly reached out and picked up the wand from the ground, cast a spell to unlock it, pushed open the cell door, threw it away, and then took his wand in his hand on the desk outside.

"Jim, I've got you coffee. ”

The iron door next to it suddenly opened, and a police officer took a step in his hand with a paper bag.

"Out of body!"

Taking advantage of the other party's unresponsiveness, Jacob suddenly cast an unforgivable spell, and the next second, the police officer showed a happy expression, but his eyes had already lost concentration, and the paper bag in his hand was unconsciously loosened, and the coffee poured on the ground was scattered everywhere.

With a wand in one hand at the officer's neck, Jacob took the hostage and burst out. Along the way, the miserable green light flickered continuously, and the police officers on duty along the way were not able to attack their colleagues, but were quickly killed by the ruthless Jacob, leaving only a pale corpse.

"Jacob!"

There was a sudden roar behind him, and he hurriedly threw a spell backwards, leaving aside the hostages in front of him, and rushed out of the door in front of him and into a hall.

Lying on the ground, surrounded by all the councillors who looked at him in surprise, recognizing that some of them were still the people who had just judged him, Jacob smiled, and then waved his wand in his hand, and his body suddenly distorted in front of everyone's eyes.

"Bang!"

A spell followed, striking at the distorted space.

"Smack!"

Jacob was gone, leaving only a bloody arm to the ground.

"Ahh

With a scream, the crowd panicked.

......

"Mr. Timos, Jacob has been brought. ”

In the dimly lit room, hidden under the deep countenance, are a pair of gray eyes. He looked at the man kneeling in front of him, kissing his robe, and seemed unaware of the screams coming from the side.

"Call him in. ”

The body trembled slightly, and the person kneeling on the ground hurriedly responded when he heard the sound, and then hurriedly walked out, as if he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"Your name is Lyle, right?"

As soon as he walked to the door, there was a sudden inquiry from Timos from behind, and Lyle's body trembled, and he immediately turned around and nodded: "Yes, sir." ”

"This isn't a coward's refuge, you should know that, right?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!" Lyle fell to his knees with fright.

"Maybe I should let you learn from Benson. ”

As the words fell, the whip-wielding man on the side stopped, turned his head to reveal his slender scarred face, and smiled.

"Whew!"

There was a gasp behind him, and Benson turned around and lashed again, causing another scream and a little bit of blood.

"You go down first. Looking at Lyle, whose head was about to shrink to his neck, Timos shook his head.

"Yes. Lyle immediately responded, and walked out with a frightened face on his face.

Timos turned his head to look at Benson to the side: "Stop. ”

Hearing this, Benson stood aside, quietly watched a tall figure stand up on the seat, and walked up to the bloody guy beside him.

"How's it going, Evans, have you thought about it?" said Timos.