Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Between him and Peter, a dementor floated in front of him, creating a strange gravitational pull under the empty rags.The temperature of the surrounding air dropped rapidly, and goosebumps began to appear on the skin.

The joy in Blake's heart gradually dissipated due to gravity, and a cold emptiness rose from the bottom of his heart.

Several dementors wandered around Black, then took off again and disappeared.

The temperature of the air slowly rises, and people come alive again.

Black ignored the whispers around him. He always kept a smile on his face and held Peter Pettigrew with both hands.

At this time, Peter Pettigrew was completely frightened. His whole body was limp, his eyes were dull, and his fat body was bulging and trembling.If Blake hadn't grabbed his arm, he would have been spread out on the ground like a big pie.

"Do you like it? Traitor!"

Blake leaned closer to Peter and asked softly.

After saying that, he let go of Peter Pettigrew, leaving him to slump in the pile of shit, and returned to the guard with a bright smile.

"I'm sorry, sir. I was so happy to see an acquaintance that I couldn't help myself."

Blake apologized with a smile on his face.

This time, the dementors patrolled as usual, and nothing unusual happened to Blake.

The guard shook his head and didn't think much about it.

He had heard that Peter Pettigrew was the traitor who betrayed James' family, and Black was a good friend of James, including Alexis who came to visit Black in prison and who had just left. They were famous. A good relationship is known to everyone.

Since this is the case, it is understandable for Black to take a swipe at the murderer when he sees him.

Blake has been very honest here in the past few years, and the guards have no intention of punishing him.

Besides, even if there is a punishment, how can it be punished?

Traitors are despised everywhere they go!

………………

The night was dark.

Azkaban is like a conservative old man, with a weird atmosphere, independent of the sea, and quite out of place compared to the dots of lights on the distant shore.

This place is eerie, with ghost-like dementors floating in the sky around the clock. It is terrifying. As long as you get close to this place, even a Muggle who cannot see Azkaban will hear the whirring and screaming coming from inside. Voice.

huh~~

The dementors floated past the window, patrolling around Azkaban as usual.

A pair of orange eyes lit up, and a big black dog appeared deep in Azkaban.

It twisted its skinny body, easily passed through the gap in the fence, and then ran all the way along the corridor.

The black dog is skinny, and it can be seen that it has a tall frame. Unfortunately, it is malnourished, leaving only its tall frame supporting its wrinkled fur. It even lost a large piece of hair on its back for some reason. , revealing bare skin.

The black dog was very fast, but despite this, it didn't make any sound because of the fleshy pads under its feet.

Soon, it moved to the outlying cells used to overhabilitate felons.

Sniffing lightly on the ground, the black dog continued running, finally stopping at the door of Peter Pettigrew's cell.

The black dog's orange eyes looked at Peter Pettigrew huddled in the corner of the cell.

He had been tormented all day and had just fallen asleep.

Because of the existence of dementors in Azkaban, two things are very important, one is a little book that makes people happy, and the other is warm clothes.

Because it is located at sea and is patrolled and monitored by dementors 24 hours a day, the temperature inside the prison is actually very low.

If you have either of these two things, you will do well here.

Unfortunately, Peter Pettigrew had neither.But fortunately, he still has this fat body, which can be temporarily placed on the outermost edge to act as a human shield.

Because of the low temperature, prisoners in the same cell here sleep crowded together to keep each other warm.Like a chicken in a henhouse.

The black dog grabbed the fence with its front paws, stood upright, easily opened the cell door, and walked into the cell.

The "Prison Bully" in the center of the crowded crowd looked up at the black dog, a flash of surprise flashed across his face, and then he closed his eyes again.

"Lock the door when you leave."

"Prison Bully" whispered instructions, as if he was murmuring in a dream.

The black dog said nothing, biting the waistband of Peter Pettigrew's trousers, dragging Peter Pettigrew, who was sleeping like a dead pig, out of the cell, relocked the cell door, and then dragged Peter Pettigrew back to the deepest part.

The deepest parts of Azkaban are completely different from the outside.

People outside can help each other, they have only one common enemy - dementors.

In order to fight the dementors, they would rack their brains to recall jokes, and then a group of people would get together and tell the jokes over and over again.

Sometimes even people in several cells crane their necks to listen to one person. For this reason, the narrator needs to keep the volume high at all times to ensure that everyone who wants to listen can hear it.

They will encourage each other. If someone's negative emotions are overwhelming because the dementors have taken too much happiness, and they are unable to control themselves, they will hug him, restore his warmth, encourage him, and support him...

Sometimes they would even talk about things at home, and then arrange to get together after they got out of Azkaban.

But in the deepest part of Azkaban, it was completely different.

The deepest part contains prisoners who have been imprisoned for life. They have no hope of leaving Azkaban in this life. In addition, they are kissed by dementors every few hours, which makes them unable to produce any positive emotions in their hearts.

This place is full of violence, indifference, blood, infrastructure, curses, madness...

The people here have lost their humanity in the torture day after day, and they can no longer be called human beings.

…………

Black was doing well in the depths of Azkaban.

In this place where magic cannot be used, wizards can only fight hand-to-hand like ordinary people. Whoever has a bigger fist will do better.

Black is tall and muscular when he first came in. He can knock down a monster with just three or two punches.After becoming the "prison bully" in this prison area, he naturally lived in a separate cell.

Black patted Peter Pettigrew's face gently. Seeing that he was sleepy and confused as to what was going on, Black smiled slightly, revealing two canine teeth.

"Peter Pettigrew, we meet again."

As he spoke, he took off Peter Pettigrew's belt, tied it to his feet, and hung Peter Pettigrew upside down.

"This is Azkaban. My Animagus is the last resort to escape. I didn't plan to do anything here."

In Peter Pettigrew's horrified eyes, Blake picked up a piece of sheet with no visible original color and stuffed it into his mouth, blocking Peter Pettigrew's scream.

"But, I thought and thought and thought and decided to kill you now!"

"Because, if I don't kill you, I will see James and Lily as soon as I close my eyes. They are asking me why I don't avenge them!"

With a flash of madness in his eyes, Blake pushed Peter Pettigrew against the fence.He took out a piece of steel from under the bed.

The edge of the steel sheet was rubbed very sharply.

"That bastard Alexis once mentioned to me that there is a punishment in the Far East called Ling Chi."

Hearing Blake's poor pronunciation of "lingchi", Peter Pettigrew struggled violently.

"Oh, you were there that night. You should have heard of it too."

Blake gestured back and forth, pressing the steel piece against Peter Pettigrew's belly, pressing a mark on the skin. Slowly, the first drop of blood seeped out and rolled to the ground.

"I think it suits you very well."