From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Papa!"

The sound of the whip twitching on the flesh stopped abruptly at the most brittle time, the broken whip rolled down with blood and water, and after being stained with some mud, it stopped moving.

"Ouch..."

The squeezing blow hand made a muffled sound, and his wrist had just flickered.

"Isn't it, hitting someone hurt me?"

The batter looking at him couldn't help but laughed, and the mockery in his tone was confiscated at all.

"*****!"

After an extremely rude swear word, the hitting hand covered his painful wrist and kicked at the controlled Dwarf Star.

"The Evil Thing"

He took another sip, "How long has it been, haven't you actually been crazy?"

"It's interesting to fight without madness. If he is the same as the other prisoners in the depths, wouldn't it be a waste of effort to fight him?"

"That said, come and trouble him tomorrow."

The blow hand rubbed his wrist and shook his head.

"Isn't it? Ask later, and see if the captain will give me some medical expenses or something."

The two of them talked and laughed while locking the cell door tightly. After checking again, they pulled some and left.

‘Damn’

Dwarf struggling to raise his head, watching the tightly locked prison door for so long, the guards were as careful as ever.

He tried to transform again, but the instinctive Animagus that was originally adept at all didn't work. After Dumbledore cast the spell himself, he had lost the ability to transform.

"Hey hey..."

The lunatics around started to be silly again. Little dwarf didn't even need to look up to know that the moon had come out.

For so many days, it has always been like this. The Death Eaters around are alive like walking corpses, sometimes awake for a while, but quickly sink down again, continuing the previous life that was just alive.

‘Is it just alive? ’

He moved himself to the edge of the wall, leaned back, and was careful not to let the wall touch the wounds.

The moon is very bright, although only a small piece of moonlight can be seen from the cell, it is still very beautiful.

‘Can I escape? ’

Such thoughts surfaced, as in the past.

But this time it came so violently that it could not be suppressed at all.

‘How did that **** Blake survive? ’

He couldn't hold it anymore. He really couldn't hold it anymore.

He has never had independent confidence. When he was in school, it was Potter and Black. After he left school, he was the Dark Lord.

Whatever those Death Eaters called, he just called them.

Anyway, for him, being alive is the best reward. What is the difference between the master or other names?

‘Who should I rely on this time? ’

He carefully searched for someone he could rely on.

Dumbledore?

Impossible, Dumbledore personally sent him to Azkaban.

Sirius?

Black could not wait for a spell to kill him.

Ministry of Magic?

He has no use value to the Ministry of Magic.

Former owner?

Maybe you can find it if you look carefully, but how do you leave Azkaban?

How can I leave Azkaban to find the Dark Lord or Master under the combined strangulation of Dementors, Hitters, Aurors, and even Dumbledore?

He is seeking asylum, not...

"Then rely on yourself"

He stretched out his missing finger hand and looked at it carefully.

"If you stop resisting, there should be no daily abuse, right?"

"At least, like those crazy Death Eaters, they can live stupidly, instead of worrying about where they are being beaten to death..."

"If you are crazy, you can live."

"Just stay alive..."

"Just stay alive..."

As if some barrier suddenly shattered, the laughter and happiness in the memory appeared as if the bank broke, and then broke through the body's obstacles and surged out towards the surrounding cell.