Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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The moisture in the air always makes people feel damp. Even the newly changed robe becomes sticky.

Azkaban, a desperate place.

"I don't like it here."

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

In his perception, this place is like a swamp of decay and decay, with an unpleasant smell everywhere, and a little smell can make people spit out breakfast.

"Alastor, I don't like it either, nobody likes it..."

Dumbledore next to Moody smiled with a meaningful smile.

"No one likes it."

"Okay, get things done quickly and go back early."

If it weren't for some news about Regulus Black, Moody's would not come to such a broken place.

But there is no way, Regulus Black’s brother, Sirius Black, is locked here, and he won’t be able to come.

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

They have received a warrant from Cornelius Fudge.

Of course, this wasted their great effort.

As it happens, two people walked in, a team of jailers walked out, and the two groups happened to touch each other.

Seeing Dumbledore, the leading jailer blinked, thought for a second, and showed a deliberately friendly smile.

"Hahaha, isn't this Mr. Albus Dumbledore, what brings you here?"

"Oh, you are?"

Dumbledore was not surprised to be recognized by others.

To show his courtesy, he bent down slightly and spoke to the man who looked like the jailer's officer.

"Me? A little man, if you want, you can call me Christopher, the current jailer chief."

Christopher put his right hand on his chest and bowed slightly.

"It's nice to meet you, Christopher, you are..."

Looking at the silent jailer team behind Christopher, Dumbledore was a little curious, and he paused and smiled softly.

"Oh, if you feel abrupt, just take it as I have never asked."

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

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

"We are about to throw his body into the sea."

"Oh."

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

"Then, I wish you a happy job."

"Thank you."

Christopher nodded, exchanged greetings, 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, took a special look—it was a dwarf with blood on his head, with two clear lines of blood and tears printed on the corners of his eyes, but with a smile of relief on his lips.

Moody looked at the jailer carrying the corpse indifferently, and sighed slightly.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore didn't say much, just moved on.

In this prison, not to mention everyone deserves to die, but most people deserve to die.

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

After entering this secluded and terrifying prison, the gloomy and corrupt smell became more serious.

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Every cell separated by iron bars contains a dirty evil spirit!

Under the leadership of the guard on duty, the two successfully passed through the wailing and roaring promenade to the prison of the felon, and saw the inhuman-shaped Sirius.

Dumbledore had never seen Sirius Black like this.

The jealous, rebellious, but energetic young man in his memory can hardly overlap with the decayed person in front of him.

But the old man knew that this was Azkaban.

It can change everything.

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

Moody's has always been rude to the dark wizard, and he has no even the slightest affection for those who betray his friends.He impatiently kicked the iron door of Sirius' prison with his prosthetic limb, showing a condescending expression.

Sirius glanced at the two of them outside, before he didn't see him, and continued to empty on the cold and wet floor.

"Pooh."

He spat viciously, and senior Auror Alastor Moody knew what to do with such a dark wizard who was unwilling to cooperate.He drew out the spell, and would cast it if he didn't agree, but before the magic took shape, he was stopped by a big rough hand.

"This is Azkaban, be patient. Also, you are no longer an Auror, remember, Alastor, you have retired."

Moody was a quick temper, Dumbledore knew it, so he didn't blame his old friend too much.

Communication is skillful, especially when communicating with criminals.

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

"Black, long time no see."

There was no response, Sirius Black clearly opened his eyes, but he seemed to be asleep.

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

Dumbledore didn't mind, and went on.

"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 up suddenly.

The voice was very hoarse, like a sharp object rubbing wanton on the blackboard.

"Oh?"

Dumbledore, who was interrupted, stroked his beard.

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

"Ah."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Sirius' eyes.

"Help me escape from prison, or kill me, set me free."

"This, I'm afraid not."

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

"From the moment you betrayed Potter and Lily and plunged dozens of innocent Muggles into flames, your life doesn't belong to you."

"Really, forget it."

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

He didn't want to excuse anything.

Because, if the excuse was useful, he would not be here now.

"I can't help you, but you might be able to help me. Tell me about your brother Regulus Black. Why should he betray your master?"

"My master?"

Sirius was like dry firewood suddenly drizzled with burning kerosene, and could no longer remain calm.He rushed to the prison like a mad beast, firmly holding onto the cold iron fence.

"Regulus, that filthy, mean, and willing to be a running dog of Voldemort, is not my brother!"

Sirius roared.

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