Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Listen to me, cough..."

"I won't listen, traitor!"

"Bang bang!"

"I really... ah..."

"Don't talk, let me beat you to death!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Stop it first... um hum..."

"Go to hell!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

In the silent area for serious prisoners, such a conversation and the sound of beatings were heard repeatedly from the innermost cell.

Oh, and there were also the sounds of snapping cameras.

The prisoners on this floor were basically Voldemort's most loyal and crazy Death Eaters.

Logically, these people should have curiously poked their heads out to watch the fun or madly mocked them, or even cheered them on.

After all, when the minister occasionally came to inspect, these people were also unscrupulous.

But now these people are curled up in the corner, afraid of being discovered.

In Sirius' cell.

Harry was tired and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Sirius's face was bruised and swollen like a pot of paint, and he lay on the ground to catch his breath in an even more embarrassed manner.

Shaw was in a good mood and put away the camera with satisfaction. He took out a few bottles of potions from his ring, some for healing and some for nourishment.

He leaned forward and roughly poured the potions into Sirius' mouth, whose face was already unrecognizable.

Snape's potions must be top-notch, and they are like elixirs to treat some beating injuries.

Sirius coughed violently a few times and felt much better.

Harry, who had rested well, had bright eyes and looked like he was ready to beat someone up again.

This frightened Sirius so much that he quickly shrank into the corner and spoke very quickly.

"Harry, don't be impulsive first. I am not the murderer of your parents. The murderer is the dwarf Peter. At first, the confidentialist was indeed me. But I felt that my goal was too big, so I transferred the position of the confidential person to the inconspicuous Peter, so Peter was the traitor who killed your parents! But this traitor has been killed by me." There was a touch of hope at the bottom of his eyes, and quickly turned his head to look at the indifferent Shar. "Little Sirius," Little Sirius, you just didn't cooperate, but now you say it. Oh, my nephew is not as good as the child, what I do, and I can make it. Li was a little hesitant. If he could determine that Sirius was a traitor, he would not be soft in hand, so he had no magic wand in his hand. But the other party was beaten so badly by him, and he neither fought back nor denied it, which brought a glimmer of hope to Harry after he calmed down.

People who have been without parents since childhood and have endured contempt will attach great importance to a possible family affection.

"Chief, how about investigating it again?"

Shor sighed and turned to Sirius and asked knowingly.

"You said Pettigrew was a traitor, so why did you go to jail back then? You were indifferent to Dumbledore's attempt to redress your injustice?"

Sirius, who was leaning against the wall, rubbed his chest that was still painful and said intermittently.

"Although, although James was not betrayed by me, I also trusted Peter wrongly, so I am guilty, and I deserve to be punished in Azkaban."

Shor said that he could not help Harry.

"You see, whether Sirius was wronged or not, he didn't want to be rescued."

Harry's expression changed and he said to Sirius seriously.

"If you are not, please show me the evidence. If you are not, my parents would not want to see you in Azkaban if they were alive.

This is not atonement, nor is it your fault.

Also, if you are not, you are my only relative."

Sirius looked like he was dying just now, but he was stunned when he heard Harry's sincere words.

There was a flash of regret in his gray eyes, and he got up after a while, tentatively hugged the shy Harry, and then turned to Shaw.

"You, your name is Shaw, right? I swear, I really didn't betray James' family, and Peter was killed by me, so I can't get out anymore. I hope you can take good care of Harry, please."

Harry was already somewhat inclined to believe that Sirius was innocent, otherwise he would not have cried out for injustice in Azkaban for ten years.

Now he should cry out for his own injustice.

He looked at the "omnipotent" Shaw with expectant eyes.

"Chief, can you help Sirius to re-investigate?"

Shor glanced at Harry, whose position changed too quickly, and said lightly.

"This is the purpose of my visit this time. Unfortunately, some people do not appreciate the kindness of their nephew and do not agree with Black at all."

Sirius was a little embarrassed, stillWithout any intention of begging Shaw, he looked back at Harry.

"Shor, it doesn't matter whether I go out or not, I just miss you..."

Harry interrupted immediately.

"No, if you are not guilty, why do you stay in the dark Azkaban?"

Sirius's expression softened a little, and he reached out to touch Harry's hair.

"You are exactly the same as your father when he was young, and your eyes are the same as your mother's. I regret it now. I regret not giving you a good childhood. I also want to go out and give you a warm home. It's a pity that Peter blew himself up and only one finger was left. Alas."

Harry's eyes were full of longing.

Shaw looked at this scene strangely, a little sour.

He clenched his fist and said lightly.

"As long as you don't plead guilty, I will find a way to get you out first, and I can find evidence slowly."

After that, he walked out.

Harry suddenly woke up and said to Sirius excitedly.

"Yes, the Chief has the final say in the Ministry of Magic now. With his guarantee, you should be able to be bailed out first."

Sirius was stunned.

"Is Shaw so powerful now? He has the final say in the Ministry of Magic? And why do you keep calling him the Chief?"

Speaking of this, Harry was very interested and began to tell Sirius about Shaw's actions and some "legends" in the past two years.

"The Chief is really amazing. He defeated Slytherin on the train before he entered school. Later, he was assigned to Slytherin during the sorting and became the Chief directly... There are countless admirers in the four colleges, and they all call him the Chief.

...,

The Chief has been promoted to the legendary level. I heard that he can fight with Headmaster Dumbledore.

And recently I heard that the Chief has become the leader of the Death Eaters. Although the Death Eaters are still called Death Eaters, they seem to be well controlled by the Chief. They didn't kill people and set fires like before. This morning..."

Sirius was stunned and forgot to ask for details.

Because every word Harry said could shock him.

Beat Slytherin invincible, rectify the school spirit of Hogwarts, fight against the remnant of Voldemort, the heir of Slytherin, promoted to the legendary level, became the leader of the Death Eaters, and secretly controlled the Ministry of Magic...

And this series of dream operations, is it really the nephew who is less than 13 years old?

Sirius lamented that such a powerful person had emerged from the Black family, and was worried about Shaw's position for no reason.

But he heard that Dumbledore had only fought with Shaw, but did not take any follow-up actions.

He was confused for a moment.