[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Christo took back the parchment from his hand, looked at him blankly, "Remember your own situation." She lowered her head to look at the list above, trying to list all the names of these Death Eaters. remember.This is her responsibility, and she must deal with the people she releases.

Azkaban was built in the cold waters of the North Sea.It was a frightening place, a barren island where nothing grew, and a cold, dilapidated castle guarded by dementors.Once the prisoners are locked up for a week, they lose all faith and good feelings, and the darkest and most terrible memories reappear in their minds until they go crazy and even die in despair.

"Attention, those damned dementors! They are under the orders of the Ministry of Magic, but now, we want to bring them over! Everyone, don't act rashly, unless you think you have one more soul than others." Kru Dolokhov said in Yelling at his subordinates before leaving, he glanced at the werewolves led by Greyback, and they shrugged indifferently.He held back his breath, "Okay, now, Apparate, Xisen Island in the southwest corner of Azkaban!"

Christo hugged the arm of a female Death Eater. When she opened her eyes again, she had already arrived at her destination. The cold and salty sea breeze rushed towards her face. Azkaban stood not far away, a huge Waves lapped against its corners, making it look crumbling.Squinting her eyes, she looked over at the sight of several dementors hovering over the castle like giant crows.

"Mr Dolokhov,

"Everyone get ready, use the Patronus Charm immediately after arriving at the location, don't attack, and defend." Crewe ordered, and his subordinates all looked at him with terrified eyes. "I'll count, one, two, three—"

Apparated again.Christo's first reaction was to retreat into the crowd, and the silver patron saints surrounded the crowd. Soon, overwhelming dementors rushed towards them, instantly forcing the silver halo back three times. ruler.Christo searched the crowd with her eyes, and sure enough, none of the werewolves showed up.She glanced at Crewe, who was yelling angrily, "Damn werewolves! Get back—"

The Death Eaters around him apparated almost as soon as he uttered the first syllable.He quickly noticed Christo standing in the center, in a panic, no one seemed to notice her.

"No—" he yelled in horror, trying to reach out and grab Krydo's arm, but the apparition had taken effect, and even his distorted face had become a ghost, and the last thing he saw What is, is the layer upon layer of flying tattered robes.

Crewe fell back to the ground in shock, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and looked around the shivering crowd, but he couldn't find the slender girl.This is not in line with his plan at all, how could this be?

"Ah, Mr. Dolokhov, you seem to have lost Miss McMillan." A female werewolf teased, twirling her long black curly hair with her fingers, looking gloating.

"Shut up!" Crewe glared at her, and looked at Greyback with a sullen face, "Master didn't ask you to watch the scenery."

Greyback looked at him contemptuously, "At least I didn't lose that little beauty." Lying on the reef, he looked at the cloudy sky and closed his eyes, "Now is not the time."

Crewe is furious, isn't it time?That stupid girl guessed that the soul had been sucked clean, and the matter was in his hands, how would he explain it to Voldemort.He pulled out his wand, and the frivolous female werewolf immediately stopped smiling. When she waved, the surrounding werewolves opened their eyes one after another...

Outside the castle of Azkaban, dementors wandered back and forth, and the dusty ground was lifeless.Inside the castle, moss has eaten away at the corners and cracks of the bricks, but there is a touch of dazzling gold on the dirty floor.

A canary is hopping forward.What's even weirder is that there is a bald mouse next to the canary.

Canary followed the mouse into the black hole, and when it came out again, its golden feathers were already filthy, and it shook its feathers in disgust for a long time.

This room is not big, only ten square meters. There is a moldy wooden table and a rattan chair covered with navy blue upholstery. The owner of the room doesn't seem to like cleaning, things are piled up everywhere, and there is almost no place to stay. .

A clock hung on the wall, ticking the second hand, and beneath it was a row of hooks full of keys.The owner of the room was sitting in a chair with his legs crossed on the table, flipping through a nearly tottering copy of "Holidays with Hags" in his hand. He was facing the window, and the light illuminated his sad face very clearly.

The clock pointed to 32:8, the wizard raised his head and glanced, and he calculated in his mind that there were still [-] minutes until the shift change time, and the irritability on his face became more.Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide, showing a dull expression.

"Good afternoon, sir." A girl's voice sounded in the small space.

Krystal emerged from a pile of scrapped Daily Prophet.The wizard realized that he couldn't move at all, and he couldn't figure out how the girl was hiding there.

"Please remember that you received an email from the Ministry of Magic this afternoon, and the director of the Auror Office ordered all of you to withdraw from Azkaban before [-] o'clock tonight."

The warden stood up blankly, walked out, and closed the door behind him.

Christo quickly cleaned herself up a few times, "Come out, Wormtail." She yelled at the pile of Daily Prophet, a bald head popped out suddenly, and he looked at Christo, He didn't hide his shock at all, "How is it possible, your transformation technique is clearly..."

"Okay, it's just the improved Weasley brothers' biscuits." Christophe shrugged, "You know, they always have some great ideas."

Wormtail was silent. He remembered that the Weasley brothers' canary cream biscuits were only good for 5 minutes.

"So what do we do now?"

Christo looked out the window, "Wait—"

Wormtail looked at her puzzled, "What are you waiting for?"

"The moon is setting."

About four hours later, the sky was completely dark and the candles in the room were dancing. Christo held the book "Holiday with a Hag" and read it with relish.Wormtail was standing by the window, he didn't understand Christophe's answer until he saw pairs of green eyes, he almost thought he was dazzled, he was rubbing his eyes, and heard a few more quick beeps Chopped wolf howl.

Under the dark clouds all over the sky, the brilliance of the full moon was revealed.

In the distance, a little light emerged, dividing the chaotic darkness where sky and water were connected. At the same time, a large silver light spread to the window.

"It's now!" Christo stood up.The key hanging on the wall flew towards her, and she looked at Wormtail, "Lead the way." She used her magic wand to float the candlestick in the air, illuminating the way ahead, and Wormtail swished into the form of a mouse, and ran after in front of her.

The dementors in the passage were almost all attracted by the movement outside.The few that were left alone were not opponents of Christo's patron saint at all.However, the whole castle seemed to be completely dead.It wasn't until Christo opened a cell that he realized what was going on. The dementor's torment almost made the wizard in front of him look ugly. He was dumbfounded until he saw Christo walk up to his nose, Only then did he react, and jumped up in horror, "You are... who are you?"

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he leaned against the wall without moving.

Kristo turned around in astonishment, Wormtail had already returned to human form, his hand holding the wand hadn't let go, his whole body was trembling, "He, damn it." Fear and excitement were intertwined in his eyes.

"Who?"

"Rodolphus Lestrange!"

Christo felt her heart tremble, and an unspeakable feeling surged up.She wanted to say something, but couldn't open her mouth. After a long time, she said, "Throw him into the sea."

She thought for a while, then took out a bottle of potion from her wallet, and stuffed it into Wormtail, "Elimination Potion."

Wormtail looked at her puzzled, he was still in the posture of using Avada Kedavra.

"Don't let them find out that it was you who did it." She paused, and said, "Don't dementors like to suck happy emotions? Let them be delicious food. Dementor's kiss," she hung down. Lifting his eyelids, "Perhaps this punishment is enough."

Wormtail was stunned for three seconds, and finally understood, a look of madness flashed across his greasy and dirty face.

"Also, remember, don't let them see you. You're not here for this operation."

"Understood! Miss Macmillan."

Christo stepped out of the cell with complicated emotions.

All the way down, she just opened the door of the Death Eater's prison, never taking another step.She thought of Neville and Harry, and those vivid figures appeared in her mind one after another.She wanted to rush in and kill the Death Eaters, but she was afraid—she wasn't ready to kill yet.She walked quickly, as if to shake off the thoughts that were bothering her.

Finally, she heard a sound other than her own footsteps.In the darkness, a pair of green eyes looked at her, it was a transformed werewolf.She breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't have a chance to kill any Death Eaters.

They confronted each other, and time passed by, and finally the wolf shape slowly rose, and gradually changed back to the human appearance.

A person took a few steps forward and shouted hesitantly, "Miss McMillan?"

Christo let the candlestick float higher enough to fully illuminate her face, and she used a little magic to make her voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "It's me, I got the key."

The author has something to say: QUQ my little red flower! ! ! QUQ! ! !Seeing that it's over, I don't even have a chance to get a month's little red flower, my heart is broken