Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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

Moody rushed into the principal's room, wanting to share with his old friends the brilliant idea he had worked hard to come up with.But as soon as he entered, he unexpectedly discovered that after hearing this, Dumbledore's face was not happy, but there was a strange look in his eyes.

"About this, Alastor..."

After groaning for a second, Dumbledore spoke, and gently pushed what was beside him-it was a small silver box with a black chain attached to it.

"I already got Voldemort's Horcrux."

"what!"

Frightened, Moody's magic eyes were spinning around, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Good you Albus Dumbledore, you didn't take me to do such a big thing!

The "Mad Eye Man" was a little angry subconsciously, but soon he realized his naivety, and smiled and shook his head, which had lost a lot of hair.

Regardless of the process, the result is good.

Voldemort's Horcrux...

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but leaned a few steps toward Dumbledore's desk, wanting to observe the silver box carefully.

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

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore's words directly poured cold water on him who was excited.

Moody's mouth grew wide, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"False...false?"

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

Looking at it, his face gradually solidified, his normal eyes showed a decadent look, and he couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

"Well, there really isn't any magic fluctuation... The cunning Voldemort actually played such a boring trick."

"No, it's not Voldemort."

After hearing Moody's mutter, Dumbledore corrected.

He showed the note under his palm.

"To the Dark Lord:

I was dead long 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, hoping that when you meet your opponent

Can be killed.

RAB"

The old man touched his beard.

"This person took the real Horcrux."

...

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the night sky, making a huge roar, alarming the sleeping Sirius Black.

He had a dream just now.

I dreamed of my brother.

"Pooh."

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

He is the rebellion of the Black family.

He was ashamed of his old and stale family, he was ashamed of the brother who followed Voldemort and was willing to be a running dog of the dark forces!

But suddenly...

Why do you dream of that nasty guy?

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

"Da da da."

At this moment, he heard the sound of leather boots treading on the ground suddenly.

Sirius squinted his eyes, and hurriedly shrank his body, not daring to move anymore-not sleeping in the middle of the night and getting a whip is the best result. Today he has been "kissed" by the dementor, and he doesn't want to try that make people again It feels like despair.

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Unexpectedly, the jailer passing by did not intend to let him go, or that the jailer came to him directly.With a chuckle, the jailer tapped Sirius' iron fence with his wand.

Sirius Black immediately became alert.

In the darkest place in this world, there is only hatred for no reason, no good for no reason.

He didn't think he had any qualifications to make Azkaban's jailer smile.

"Hey, Black, don't be afraid, I'm not malicious."

The jailer Christopher squeezed out a smile he believed to be the friendliest, and revealed the roast chicken and wine in his hand.

"I'm here to chat with you."

"to chat with?"

Sirius sneered in his heart.

Killing him, he didn't believe this ghost statement.

"Hey, don't be so nervous, you know, I have always treated prisoners kindly."

Christopher still laughed, not caring about the attitude of the people in the cell.

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

Blake is an individual talent.

There is no doubt about it.

Capable and ruthless.

It is the right person to be absorbed into the organization.

"Ha ha."

The ears buzzed like a mosquito, and Sirius pretended to be sleeping, so he turned over and sat up cross-legged, facing the prison door.

"I know you."

Although Sirius’s life was awkward besides suffering, but after all, he was not a fool, he was neither deaf nor blind. Some information would inevitably be known to him by the jailer’s gossip or newspaper text.

Christopher, the new jailer chief, may not be ranked in the Ministry of Magic, but he also has certain power in Azkaban.

This guy is different from the former prison chief. He doesn't take pleasure in abusiveness, but rather diligently establishes a good relationship with some prisoners.

The reason why it is said to be "good" is because the dementor still "eats" when it is time to "eat", and he will not stop it.Only in the middle of the night, such as now, he would find some prisoners to "talk".

Unexpectedly, I found myself today?

Sirius looked at the man outside the iron fence warily, his eyes as cold as the rain outside.

"Haha, you finally woke up."

Christopher is a good-tempered person. He seems to have no idea about Sirius' pretending to be asleep. After putting down the meat and wine in his hand through the iron bars, he just squatted in front of the cell and spoke softly.

"Make friends, Black, let's make friends."

"friend?"

Sirius felt a pain in his heart, but his expression remained unmoved.

"Don't anyone tell you not to make friends with me."

Being falsely imprisoned, Sirius bears the title of "betrayer".

Oh, he doesn't think the other party is here to make friends with him.

"Hahaha, if there is anything you dare not dare to, as long as you are capable, you can become my friend."

Laughing loudly, Christopher looked confident.

Because he is backed by "Honorable Lord"!

Character is not a problem, there is a criminal record... How many people in their organization are fundamentally clean?

With the ability, there is everything!

The jailer chief who secretly turned against the water looked at Sirius eagerly, as if he was looking at the key to becoming an official.

"Oh."

Sirius didn't say anything, but just picked up the meat and wine and ate and drank on his own, like a storm cloud-he was not worried about the poison in it, for him, death is good.

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

Haste is not enough, Christopher knows this truth well.

Anyway, Sirius was just one of his lines.

And such a line.

He still has more than one hundred in his hand...