Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 134 Azkaban Prison
Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains.

In the house, you can't see your fingers.

Outside the house, there are dementors floating over to "kiss" him at every turn.

Voldemort's eyes glazed over.

He felt that this place must be the legendary hell.

Haha, no.

Of course it's not hell
This is the prison of the Ministry of Magic, Azkaban, a place more painful than hell!

"Whoo~"

Barely regaining a bit of sobriety from the dementor's kiss, Voldemort exhaled stagnant air and stared at the gray fog outside the iron fence.

People say that life is full of ups and downs, reaching the bottom, and every step forward is a bright path upward.

Why come to him, life is full of ups and downs.

After the abyss, or the abyss?
Fate is too aimed at the great Dark Lord!

"Sauron!"

In a trance, a young and handsome face flashed in his mind, Voldemort's breathing suddenly became heavy, and even his expression became distorted.

If it weren't for Sauron, now he has regained his own authority and started to summon his old subordinates to prepare to sweep the magic world again!

And now?

The villain who killed a thousand knives actually lured him to this ghostly place where the sun is out of sight!
He hates it!
If he doesn't take revenge, he is not Voldemort!

"Cough cough cough cough."

Perhaps because he was too emotional and pulled the wound on his body, Voldemort couldn't help coughing violently, pulling his thoughts back to reality.

Well, let's talk about the future later.

Now what he has to think about is how to escape from Azkaban.

"Hehe, Azkaban"

Thinking of this scalp-numbing name, Voldemort felt sad, as if he had aged more than ten years all of a sudden.

Breaking out of Azkaban is easier said than done.

If he still had hair, he would probably be all gray by now~
"If I could get out, I'd tear you to pieces."

The crazy woman in the prison was giggling, her hair messed up like a chicken coop.She pointed at the Ministry of Magic officials passing by outside the prison, unconsciously licking her thick, blackened lips.

"Then, Bellat Chris (Bella for short) Lestrange, you probably have to wait for a long, long time."

Azkaban imprisoned some crazy dark wizards, and the officials of the Ministry of Magic naturally didn't have a good face on these prisoners.

He smiled unscrupulously, and didn't take Bella's threat to heart at all—in fact, every time he was ordered to come to Azkaban, it was this woman who was the most active, and her cruel words were not heavy.

"Hahahahahaha, I'm just stating a fact, ignorant idiot, your days are coming to an end."

Bella laughed until she burst into tears.

"I can foresee that the great Dark Lord has not fallen. One day, he will come to this cursed place with supreme power and pick up his most loyal servant. He will use magic and blood to wash away All disrespect!"

Bella is a "Death Eater", and an extremely crazy "Death Eater".

Her obsession with Voldemort trumps all!
What Dark Lord has fallen.

What Destiny's Child will eventually bring light.

It's just a scene imagined by those poor people.

Just ask.

Who in this world can kill the Dark Lord, who can prevent the Dark Lord from ascending to the high throne?

Bella touched her rough face, her eyes were crazy and dangerous.

"Baby, I already remember your face, and you will be the perfect decoration in my bedroom by then."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Not wanting to waste time with a crazy woman, the Ministry of Magic official nodded perfunctorily.

Walking past her cell, he suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and turned around with a wicked smile.

"Hey, Bella, for the sake of being an ornament in your bedroom, I'll let you know a piece of news for free."

The Ministry of Magic official blinked.

"Even if your Dark Lord is not dead, you can really leave here with him, and you are nothing.

"The Devil" Sauron is the real one."

Having said that, he stopped talking.

Leave Bella with infinite reverie.

What Dark Lord, what "Death Eaters".

That's the old calendar.

Now, it is the world of "Honorable Lord"!

The Ministry of Magic official who secretly took refuge in Sauron raised his lips slightly, feeling that his life was bright.

"Devil Lord Sauron, who is that?"

Half-spoken people are the most annoying. Bella was stunned, scratching her dry hair, with infinite questions in her heart.

She has been out of touch with the outside world for too long.

Too long to not understand any changes that have taken place outside.

but
"Monarch"?
It seems to sound very arrogant.

After thinking about it carefully, Bella showed a look of resentment in her eyes.

In this world, only the Dark Lord can be so arrogant, who is that Sauron who came out of nowhere!

Just wait, when she is released from prison, she must give that Sauron a good look!
Eating, being "kissed" by a dementor, and being in a daze.

This is what Sirius Black does every day.

Well, every day is not quite right.

The dark environment of Azkaban made him forget the passage of time.

Life is better than death.

Perhaps it is the best expression of his current state of mind.

Anger, self-blame, remorse.
Until now, only the endless emptiness of life remained.

"When will I die?"

The skinny, inhuman Sirius thinks about the same question every day.

And this question has never been answered.

"Tattoo."

There was a sound of footsteps, and Black, who was lying on the cold floor in a "big" shape, pricked up his ears.

The jailer of Azkaban is a dementor, but this does not mean that there are no wizards inside. From the conversations of these wizards or the "Daily Prophet" they hold, he can often get a glimpse of some outside news.

This is the only seasoning in his life.

"These days are very sad, and the salary has decreased again."

"Hey, we're pretty good. We're sent to such a ghostly place. Although we don't make a lot of money, we're safe anyway. Those brothers in the headquarters have been miserable recently."

"Didn't the "Gulu" who broke into the Ministry of Magic be caught in, what's not safe?"

"Let me tell you, don't spread rumors. I heard that the figure of Sauron, the Demon Lord, was discovered by using the "backtracking" magic afterwards.
Having said that, our minister is really useless enough, and now many people are considering whether to resign.After all, even the hometown allows people to come and go as they please, so there is really no sense of security when working. "

"It's terrible. Let's do our own thing. Fortunately, there are not only us here, but also dementors."

"Hey, dementors may not be reliable either."

The two Ministry of Magic officers on patrol walked away, and Sirius Black could no longer hear a sound.

However, he secretly remembered the name "Sauron" in his heart.

(End of this chapter)