Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 149 The first contact

three days later.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, I have thought of a way to deal with the Inferi!"

Moody rushed into the principal's office excitedly, wanting to share with his old friend the brilliant idea he had racked his brains.But as soon as he entered, he was surprised to find that Dumbledore's face was not happy after hearing this, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

"About that, Alastor"

After pondering for a second, Dumbledore opened his mouth, and gently pushed the thing at hand - it was a small silver box, connected to a somewhat blackened chain.

"I've got Voldemort's Horcrux."

"what!"

Scared, Moody's magic eyes rolled around, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Well, you Albus Dumbledore, why don't you take me with you for such a big event!

"Mad-Eye" was a little angry subconsciously, but soon, he realized his childishness, and couldn't help shaking his hairless head with a smile.

Regardless of the process, the result is good enough.

Voldemort's Horcruxes.
Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and couldn't help taking a few steps towards Dumbledore's desk, wanting to take a closer look at the silver box.

"Don't look, it's fake."

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore's words directly poured a basin of cold water on him who was in high spirits.

Moody opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Fake?"

Grabbing the locket, his magic eyes seemed to see through it.

Looking around, his face gradually froze, his normal eyes showed a look of despair, and he couldn't help muttering something in a low voice.

"Well, there are indeed no fluctuations in magic power. The cunning Voldemort actually played such a silly trick."

"No, not Voldemort."

After listening to Moody's mumbling, Dumbledore corrected.

He showed the note under his palm.

"To the Dark Lord:
I'll be dead before you read this
But I want you to know that I discovered your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to die in the hope that you will be killed when you meet your opponent.

RAB"

The old man stroked his beard.

"This man took the real Horcrux."

"Boom!"

Lightning streaked across the night sky, sending out a huge roar, alarming the sleeping Sirius Black.

He was dreaming just now.

dreamed of his brother.

"Pooh."

Thinking of that unpleasant face, Sirius couldn't help but spit.

He is the rebel of the Black family.

He is ashamed of his ancient family, he is ashamed of the brother who followed Voldemort and was willing to be a running dog of the dark forces!
but suddenly
Why dream of that nasty guy?

After calming down, Sirius, who was curled up in the damp and dark cell, fell into deep thought.

"Da da da."

At this moment, the sound of leather boots hitting the ground suddenly came from his ears.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, quickly shrunk his body, and didn't dare to move anymore - staying up in the middle of the night and being whipped would be the best result, he had already been "kissed" by the dementor today, and he didn't want to taste that horrifying pain again. The taste of despair.

"Hey, Blake, are you asleep?"

Unexpectedly, the passing jailer did not intend to let him go, or in other words, the jailer came directly to him.With a chuckle, the jailer tapped Sirius' iron bars with his wand.

Sirius Black immediately became vigilant.

In the darkest place in this world, there is only gratuitous hatred, but no gratuitous kindness.

He didn't think that he, a felon, had any qualifications to make the jailers of Azkaban smile.

"Hey, Blake, don't be afraid, I mean no harm."

The jailer Christopher squeezed out what he thought was the friendliest smile, and showed the roast chicken and wine in his hand.

"I'm here to chat with you."

"to chat with?"

Sirius sneered in his heart.

Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't even believe this ghost theory.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, you know, I have always been friendly to prisoners."

Christopher still smiled, and seemed indifferent to the attitude of the people in the cell.

He is a capable and ambitious person. Since he decided to help the "Lord" win over the power of Azkaban, he will definitely do his best.

Blake is a talent.

There is no doubt about that.

Capable and ruthless.

Just the right person to be absorbed into the organization.

"Ha ha."

There was a buzzing sound like a mosquito in his ears, it was useless for Sirius to pretend to be asleep, he simply turned over, faced the direction of the prison door, and sat up cross-legged.

"I know you."

Although Sirius spent his days in ignorance other than suffering, he was not a fool, nor deaf or blind, and some information would inevitably be known to him inadvertently through the chatter of the jailer or the text of the newspaper.

Christopher, the new chief jailer, although he is not ranked high in the Ministry of Magic, he does have some power in Azkaban.

This guy is different from the previous prison chief. He doesn't take pleasure in sadism. Instead, he is very attentive and has established a good relationship with some prisoners.

The reason why it is "good" is that the dementor will still "eat" when it is time to "eat", and he will not stop it.It's just that in the middle of the night, such as now, he will find some prisoners to "talk".

Unexpectedly, I found myself today?
Sirius looked at the man outside the iron fence vigilantly, his eyes were as cold as the rain outside.

"Haha, you finally woke up."

Christopher is a good-natured guy, he doesn't seem to know anything about Sirius' pretending to be asleep, he puts down the wine and meat in his hand through the iron bars, he just squats in front of the cell, and speaks softly.

"Make a friend, Blake, let's make a friend."

"friend?"

Sirius felt a pain in his heart, but his face remained calm.

"Did no one tell you not to make friends with me?"

Being falsely imprisoned made Sirius bear the title of "betrayer".

Heh, he didn't think that the other party came to make friends with him.

"Hahaha, don't dare, as long as you are capable, you can be my friend."

Laughing out loud, Christopher looked confident.

Because, he relies on the "Honorable Lord"!
Character is not a problem. With a criminal record in their organization, how many people are clean at all?

If you have the ability, you have everything!
The chief jailer, who secretly betrayed him, looked at Sirius eagerly, as if he was looking at the key to his promotion.

"Oh."

Sirius didn't say anything, he just picked up the wine and meat and ate and drank like a storm - he didn't worry about the poison in it, for him, death would be the best.

"Just getting to know each other tonight, my name is Christopher, hehe, we will still deal with each other in the future."

Haste makes waste, and Christopher knows this truth well.

Anyway, Sirius was just one of his threads.

And such a line.

He still has more than 100 in his hand
(End of this chapter)