Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 173
The lonely castle on the cliff is gloomy without any light.

The moisture in the air always makes people feel damp, and even the newly changed robes become sticky.

Azkaban, the place of despair.

"I don't like it here."

Sniffing, Moody's eyes showed disgust from the bottom of his heart.

In his perception, this place is like a rotten and decaying swamp, with unpleasant smells everywhere, and just a little smell can make people spit out their breakfast.

"Alastor, I don't like it here either, no one likes it"

Dumbledore, beside Moody, smiled meaningfully.

"No one likes it."

"Okay, hurry up and go back early."

Moody wouldn't have come to such a lousy place if he didn't want to get some news about Regulus Black.

But there is no way, Regulus Black's brother—Sirius Black is locked here, and he can't do it if he doesn't come.

With an impatient expression on his face, "Mad-Eye" covered his missing nose with a dirty handkerchief, and limped leading Dumbledore into Azkaban.

They've got Cornelius Fudge's warrant.

Of course, this wasted a lot of their efforts.

Coincidentally, two people walked in, and a group of jailers walked out, and the two groups happened to bump into each other.

Seeing Dumbledore, one of the leading jailers blinked, thought for a second, and showed a deliberate and friendly smile.

"Hahaha, isn't this Mr. Albus Dumbledore? What brought you here?"

"Oh, it's you?"

Dumbledore wasn't surprised to be recognized.

In order to show politeness, he bent slightly and spoke to the person who looked like the chief jailer.

"Me? It's just a small person. If you want, you can call me Christopher, the current chief jailer."

Christopher put his right hand on his chest and gave a slight salute.

"Nice to meet you, Christopher, what are you?"

Glancing at the silent line of jailers behind Christopher, Dumbledore was a little curious, paused, and smiled softly.

"Oh, if you're feeling abrupt, just pretend I never asked."

"It's nothing, Mr. Dumbledore. It's just another prisoner who couldn't bear the life in Azkaban and chose to understand himself."

Christopher smiled, his tone relaxed as if he was talking about where to have afternoon tea.

"We are throwing his body into the sea."

"Oh."

Dumbledore's eyes changed slightly, but he still controlled his expression well.

"Well then, good luck with your work."

"Thank you."

Christopher nodded, exchanged pleasantries, and led his men to carry the corpse that was obviously different from ordinary people to the cliff over there.

When passing by, Moody, who had been silent all the time, took a special look—it was a dwarf with a head covered in blood, two clear lines of blood tears printed on the corners of his eyes, but there was a relieved smile on his mouth.

Moody watched the corpse-carrying jailer walk away indifferently, and sighed softly.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore didn't say much, just kept going.

In this prison, not everyone deserves to die, but most of them do.

Moody and Dumbledore entered Azkaban almost unimpeded because of the handwritten warrant with the seal of the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

After walking into this isolated and terrifying prison, the smell of gloomy corruption intensified.

It's like a huge tomb.

Every prison cell separated by iron bars contains a dirty ghost!

Under the leadership of the guards on duty, the two passed through the long corridor full of wailing and roaring, and came to the prison of serious criminals, where they saw the inhuman Sirius.

Dumbledore had never seen such Sirius Black.

The rebellious, rebellious, but energetic young man in his memory is difficult to coincide with the rotten tree in front of him.

But the old man knew that this was Azkaban.

It can change everything.

"Blake, get up, we have something to ask you."

Moody has always been rude to dark wizards, and he doesn't have the slightest affection for those who betray their friends.He impatiently kicked the iron door of Sirius' prison with his prosthetic limb, showing a condescending expression.

Sirius glanced at the two people outside, pretended not to see them, and continued to let go on the cold and damp floor.

"Pooh."

Spit viciously, senior Auror Alastor Moody knew how to deal with this kind of unwilling dark wizard.I saw him draw out the spell, and was about to cast the spell if he disagreed, but before the magic was formed, he was stopped by a rough hand.

"This is Azkaban, be patient. Also, you're not an Auror anymore, remember, Alastor, you're retired."

Moody was short-tempered, and Dumbledore knew that, so he didn't blame his old friend too much.

Communication is skillful, and communication with criminals is even more so.

Asking Moody to put away his wand, Dumbledore stepped forward and said softly.

"Blake, long time no see."

There was no response, and Sirius Black seemed to be asleep even though his eyes were open.

"Blake, I was hoping you would do me a favor."

Dumbledore didn't mind either, and continued on his own.

"Principal, I hope you can do me a favor."

Dumbledore thought that Sirius Black would remain silent until the end, but unexpectedly, the other party spoke suddenly.

The voice was very hoarse, like sharp objects rubbing against the blackboard.

"Oh?"

Dumbledore, who was interrupted, stroked his beard.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Ah."

A sneer flashed in Sirius' eyes.

"Help me escape from prison, or kill me and let me go."

"This, I'm afraid not."

After listening to Sirius' request, Dumbledore shook his head without thinking.

"From the moment you betrayed Potter and Lily and set dozens of innocent Muggles on fire, your life was not yours."

"Yes, forget it."

Sirius twisted his neck and changed to a more comfortable position on the ground.

He didn't want to justify anything.

Because, if excuses were any good, he wouldn't be here now.

"I can't help you, but maybe you can help me. Tell me about your brother Regulus Black. Tell me, why did he betray your master?"

"My master?"

Sirius was like dry firewood suddenly doused with burning kerosene, unable to keep calm anymore.He rushed to the front of the prison like a mad beast, holding tightly to the cold iron bars.

"Regulus, that filthy, vile, willing dog of Voldemort, is not my brother!"

Sirius growled.

"I, the noble Sirius, am not anyone's servant!"

(End of this chapter)