From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It can't be transformed, it's really boring..."

The beating hand shook his head, throwing away the deformed whip, looking disappointed.

"How can your polymorphism break Dumbledore's imprisonment, don't overestimate yourself!"

The person next to him smiled and cursed, and gave Peter who had fainted a kick, then took out the potion, tapped his wand, opened his mouth, and fell directly in the air.

"A good potion is really a waste."

"What waste is wasted, this is normal investment-leaving, it's almost dusk, this is not a good place to spend the night."

The two talked and laughed and closed the cell door, then locked it with magic and left directly.

The dementor will take over and entertain the prisoner. After all these years, Sirius has successfully escaped from prison, and the loophole has been filled.

‘Survive. ’

Soon after the striker was gone, Peter Pettigrew struggled to get up, leaning against the wall, breathing hard.

With the rhythmic ups and downs of the chest, the marks from the beating began to gradually recover, and eventually even the scars disappeared.

‘It’s not that bad...I’m still alive. ’

He stood up laboriously, using magic to recover from his injuries was far less difficult for him than other wizards. In the twelve years of pretending to be a rat, he had hardly grasped a wand for a day, and adult wizards were accustomed to losing. It is impossible for him to lose the ability to cast spells with the wand.

‘I survived the murderer Black...’ He sighed, ‘and Dumbledore...and the Dementor...none of them killed me...’

‘Azkaban...it’s so good here...’

‘Dumbledore will stop Black, right? ’

‘Just a little bit... and escaped...but it’s not bad here...if Black can’t come. ’

The little dwarf muttered to himself, but suddenly felt that his surroundings became extremely cold...the fear of being bitten by a black dog...the scene of being chased by that **** cat...

He couldn't help but raised his head and looked out the window-the setting sun that could barely be seen was completely obscured, and the tattered robe occupies all the places in the iron railings.

Three...no, five...or more...

But he didn't mind this anymore, he couldn't even control his hands and feet, they were cold like ice, like artificial limbs, except that they didn't look like human limbs.

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…

…

'I'm alive…'

'I'm alive. ’

The cold tide receded, sporadic thoughts emerged, and Peter Pettigrew slowly felt his body.

"Also...just..."

He shuddered involuntarily, then shivered quickly, unable to say a word.

"Peter...hehe, Peter."

A sharp scary voice came out, and a hideous face suddenly appeared in the window of the opposite cell, and then a cluster of terrible thorns suddenly grew out of the clearing of the two cells, and they faced the cell where Peter was. It spread quickly, and when he couldn't react, it firmly bound him.

The sharp thorns naturally pierced the skin with the growth of thorns, thirstingly drinking blood.

"Peter, I have been looking for you for a long time, Peter."

The lunatic on the opposite side shouted vaguely, with a weird smile on his face.

"Peter?"

A human face appeared in another cell, equally distorted and equally terrifying.

Then came the next one, and then the next one, even where he couldn't see, there was a cry of evil spirits demanding his life, "Peter... Peter..."

"Lunatic, these lunatics!"

He struggled hard, not even scrupulous about the thorns growing crazily trying to pull out more flesh and blood.

After being bruised and bruised, he finally managed to escape the window.

"Hahaha, Peter, you are here... Peter..."

"Jie Jie..."

"..."

All kinds of meaningful or meaningless sounds made Peter shiver in the corner.

"Crazy... all crazy..."

Endless fear rises suddenly like a tide, from the back of the feet to the thighs to the chest, and even the breath is suppressed, but there is no meaning to stay.

Neck, mouth, nose...

'I'm alive…'

‘Yes, I’m still alive...’

The gloomy water, the bone-cold water stopped.

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"That snot... If my great-great-grandfather is the worst principal at Hogwarts, then he must be the worst dean of this school. He should really meet my great-great-grandfather. I think they must have talked about it. Come."

Sirius was sitting on the hospital bed, trying to calm his anger-even though Snape was furious, he didn't feel much better here.

Lupin hurriedly played round the court next to him. After this time of getting along with him, he could see that, except for the torment of his good friend in Azkaban, the rest of his personality was exactly the same as before. Change.

William on one side was embarrassed to laugh on the spot, and could only secretly laugh—Sirius was no different from Gryffindor who had just graduated in seventh grade, and even had a worse temper.

"By the way, Professor William, are you here?"

After a few curses, Lupin quickly changed the subject.

‘It’s mainly to see if Snape will come to you for a duel after he has gotten angry with Harry... The scene of the Orthodox Academy’s wizards fighting is a great help for teaching reference...’

But this obviously cannot be said clearly.

"I heard students say that there was an accident in the classroom, I came over to see if there were any more seriously injured students."

William said something he didn't believe him, "Have Dumbledore been here?"

"The principal hasn't been here yet. He is now communicating with the Ministry of Magic, but just ask the owl to bring a bunch of desserts."

Lupin handed the basket over naturally as he spoke, "Come on, Professor William, it's the best seller in Diagon Alley."

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"In other words, now Mr. Black has no plans to go to Azkaban to seek revenge? This is a good thing-it is not worth sending himself in to kill an Azkaban prisoner."

William swallowed the dried mango and said with a smile.

"If possible~www.readwn.com~ Actually, I still want to kill him... although staying in Azkaban may torture that guy even more."

Sirius shook his head, still very serious.

"It's not easy to invade Azkaban."

"It's not difficult."

"It's difficult to say, but it's not that difficult to do... Although the Ministry of Magic has been working to describe the horror of Azkaban, the defensive power is just like that..."

If someone else said this, William turned his head without saying a word, but he was the only one who escaped from prison. He really couldn't refute this.

"Azkaban's defense is mainly traffic and guard, plus there is no magic wand."

"But after I was transformed, I slipped out while they were delivering food. Those dementors didn't even react. Then, I swam out of the magical waters near Azkaban..."

Sirius was eating a chocolate frog while recalling his escape, "The Ministry of Magic believes in dementors too much. In fact, as long as you deceive the dementors, it is easier to escape from them than from the blower."