Harry Potter: Man at Hogwarts but no wand

On the dark cloudy sea, huge gray-blue waves mixed with dirty white foam violently hit the triangular prism-shaped fortress like a knife, leaving deeper copy marks on the originally black walls. This fortress A huge piece was damaged, like a mark left by a certain battle.

This is Azkaban, a prison on a small island in the middle of the North Sea.

It was built in the 15th century. Azkaban was just a fortress at first. It was a place where an evil wizard lured Muggles to his island and tortured them to death. The funny thing is that it became the British Empire in 1718. A hell where countless such dark wizards are imprisoned.There is no need to use high walls and sea water to lock up prisoners here, because under the influence of dementors, prisoners will be unable to evoke any happy thoughts due to strong depression. They will be imprisoned in their own minds and will never I want to take a step forward from this place.

This place is not like the shabby prison of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. It consists of countless dog cages stacked on top of each other. The Azkaban prison has been cast with a traceless stretching spell to separate these criminals who have committed heinous crimes as much as possible. Only a few people can coexist on one level - loneliness can corrode people's sanity - Andy is obviously not such a lucky person.

On the top floor of the fortress, the young man huddled blankly in front of the glass window, leaning his head against the cold and damp stone window sill. His short dark red hair was stained with mud and water, and his dull brown eyes reflected There is a dilapidated cemetery outside - when prisoners die of despair in prison, dementors will bury the dead prisoners there. Of course, family members can request to take away the body and bury it properly.

But it seems that no one will take him away. His family only has a sister who does not recognize him, a group of spiders and a portrait in an old house.

Not even Kreacher could take him home.

Under the window sill, there was also a piece of untouched cold bread and a half glass of water. When the dementor took them away, he would kiss the boy again.When entering the fortress, the Aurors who escorted him believed that he would soon become insane like most of the prisoners here. He would also feel depressed during meals, and even start a hunger strike, losing the desire to live. .

But he brought hope to other people here, even if it was fatal happiness, they were lucky to see him.He was their Sirius - not that they loved him, but because it brought back everything they had ever had.He stepped onto the steps leading to the top floor as if he were on the road to glory, and someone he had never met screamed at the top of his lungs, venting years of repression.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see all this.

Bella Lestrange jumped up and down wildly with bare feet in the cell inside the bars, the chains that imprisoned her rattled, and she shouted with a crazy laugh: "Sirius has appeared - hahahaha! Our master is coming back at last - he is coming back at last -" while her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, was clutching the railing tightly and looking at him in ecstasy, as if he was looking at a prison. The key to and a glorious future!

The Auror door escorting the prisoners knocked on the iron bars to make them retreat. They used their wands to push the boy. They treated him roughly and did not treat him as a teenager. After all, they were colleagues who lived and died with them day and night. He and his comrades were struggling and wailing in his blue fire, even their bones were burned away.

Antonin Dolokhov stared closely at the new prisoner. His pale and twisted face was full of excitement, and the look in his eyes looked very sick, while August Rookwood's tired face was sinister. smile.More wizards joined in, and they roared and shouted, attracting countless black shadows - the dementors were like silver under the sun, rushing in quickly and quietly, and they would not miss these delicious meals.

Gradually, as they continued upward, the fanatical voices gradually turned into screams, begging for mercy, and crying, until they reached deathly silence.

They took off his shirt, forced him to put on a tattered and dirty prison uniform, took off his amulet and threw it out the window. They did not use magic spells, but smashed their fists crazily on the demon's body, watching the demon in the golden Under the restraints of the chains, he suppressed the sobs in his throat, and finally left him alone on the empty top floor, waiting for his soul to wail in the belly of the dementor.

The young man accepted this without saying a word. Killing someone is killing someone. This is the anger he should bear. Before he could satisfy it, the dementors attacked him when he was at his weakest. There were the sounds of explosions and burning flames. Even the light emitted by the curse reappeared in front of his eyes until he saw his mother, the dead mother who he could not get close to in any case - Andy then knew what his Boggart would become. .

In the days to come, his eyes became darker and he no longer struggled with the dementor's kiss. He always looked at the cemetery under the window in trance.

The Aurors had come to inspect several times in the past few days. It seemed to them that the boy was always leaning on the window sill without eating, losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye. They expected that he would not survive this week, so they warned him of his wishful thinking. Death Eaters, prepare to die in this place for the rest of your life.

The dark wizards first believed in being rescued, and then gradually began to doubt after waiting for no news and the words of the Auror. The remaining hope was also exhausted by the frequent destruction of the dementors, and they became angry, Anxious and collapsed, they cursed the people they had hoped for and praised - they hated their hopes and those ethereal delusions.

The activities of the teenagers on the top floor also gradually fell silent, causing Azkaban to gradually return to calm. People became tired and desperate again. Even the craziest Bella no longer screamed, but quietly marked the Dark Mark as before. Licking the filth on his left arm clean.Everyone thought he gave up, but was that really the case?

Of course not, depression is not a lack of reason.

He is waiting for an opportunity.

Edrich Diggory had visited the area in the 18s or 30s - and now his descendant Cedric Diggory is heading there in the wizard's birch tree of Kodos Doretz Come.