Harry Potter and the Burnt Badger

"Come on, Moon, let's go in."

The old man walked in front, letting the Phoenix Patron Saint rest on his shoulders. Moon followed closely behind, and at the same time, the giant bear kept an eye on the nearby Dementors.

"Aurors usually come here, do they need to ensure that the patron saint is by their side at all times?" Moon suddenly asked again when he was still a short distance away from the stone tower.

"Well, that's it."

"Then what if...their patron saint cannot be summoned unexpectedly? After all, no one can guarantee that their emotions will be stable and support their patron saint at all times."

"So they usually come here in groups of at least two, just in case."

The rugged beach path gradually turned into a straight stone road. If you look ahead, you can see the completely unlocked door at the bottom of the stone tower, as well as the dementors that are always wandering there.Against the backdrop of the sky, it looked like a giant monster entrenched between heaven and earth with its mouth wide open, filled with greed and desire, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap filled with evil thoughts.

Munn clenched his wand in frustration, but the giant bear Patronus behind him had begun to flicker, as if it might completely disappear at any time.

Moreover, the closer he got to the gate of Azkaban, the stronger this boredom became, and his patronus became more and more illusory.

He can control himself and maintain his mentality to ensure that he is only a little restless.But he couldn't control himself to maintain happiness at all times to ensure the long-term existence of the patron saint.

The patron saint can stop the dementors, but it cannot stop the despair and madness that never dissipates from every soul here day and night.If he had come here two years earlier, before he had opened so many pages of the Grimoire, experienced those things, and met those people, I am afraid that just being close to this island would have been enough to make it difficult for him to continue. , or even simply fell into the same madness.

Sure enough, just as he and Professor Dumbledore stepped into the door one after another, the Patronus behind Moon turned into a wisp of smoke and slowly disappeared.

"This is it, Moon, the most notorious and terrifying wizard prison in the world."

"Azkaban."

Chapter 11 Prison·[-]

Compared with the devil's cave-like scene that can be seen outside, the appearance inside Azkaban is not far behind.

At a glance, there are dark high walls with no gaps or joints visible. Although a few oil lamps are always burning, the light they emit is not enough to illuminate everything here.The long stone path under your feet is straight and has no bends. It always leads to the stairs going upstairs. And in the absence of light, the stone steps always slowly guide people's sight into the darkness, and then completely engulf.

Monotonous and depressing, just stepping into it is enough to make a person feel uncomfortable from head to toe.

And this is obviously not counting the ragged dementors wandering around - there are more negative emotions that are constantly coming out of them, and every time the dementors get a little closer, , you can always feel as if everything around you is about to freeze.

The restriction of sight makes the interior of Azkaban slightly less directly shocking than the outside world, but it gives a greater sense of confinement and restraint.

Then, from this point on, you notice the prisoners in the cells at either end of the stone path.

Their faces were either dull or dull, or they were constantly wailing and screaming, or sometimes they were laughing and sometimes crying.You will never find a normal person who doesn't look out of the ordinary. Occasionally, one does appear, and usually he has just been imprisoned and is waiting in fear for his miserable fate.

As for why screaming and wailing couldn't make people notice the prisoners as soon as they entered Azkaban.

That's obviously because, from the moment you set foot on this island, the endless shrill howls have always been with you.

For Munn, this place is simply a large-scale training ground.

After stepping into the gate of Azkaban, Professor Dumbledore deliberately slowed down his pace and kept walking in line with Moon.He focused almost half of his attention on Munn. Although Munn had previously said that he should be fine, from the old man's point of view, he was still a little worried.

Born with Legilimency, this is a gift, but also a curse.No matter how hard they try to control it, people with this talent will still have a strong sense of emotions and will be more easily swayed by emotions.

The least scarce thing in Azkaban is all kinds of emotions - but unfortunately, you can't find even a little bit of positive emotion among the huge amount of emotions here.

Even if there is, it can only exist for a moment, because after a few seconds at most, the dementors will greedily swallow up all the positive emotions.

If we want to make a vivid analogy, everyone else in the world wears clothes that can regulate temperature, but those born with Legilimency not only do not have this layer of clothes, but are more sensitive to temperature than other people.

And Azkaban is an extreme place with terrifying temperatures.

"How does it feel?"

"Fortunately."

Moon's face turned a little pale, but that was all for a moment. He didn't seem to have any more abnormalities, which made Professor Dumbledore sigh in relief.

"Let's go up. The person we're looking for is further up." The old man patted Moon's shoulder gently, and at the same time let the phoenix on his shoulder fly to the top of his head and began to wander around.On the one hand, it provides some light for the two of them, and on the other hand, it also prevents a large number of eyeless dementors from getting too close, making Munn's originally good situation worse.

Moon responded, followed the old man, and walked forward along the stone road.

Along the way, many prisoners recognized Professor Dumbledore. Some of them would just smile stupidly at the two of them, while others would rush towards the aperture of the cell door, struggling outward desperately, staring at them. Live for two of them.But most of them still had almost no reaction, just sitting there blankly, looking to the outside world, or looking to an empty corner in the cell.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...

When walking to the fifth floor of Azkaban, they passed by Gilderoy Lockhart's cell. He did not notice Moon and Professor Dumbledore, but stood silently in the middle of the room, with a look on his face. It seems that he has returned to his original appearance in the dream of the Dream Weaver Spell. He is crazy and slovenly. His eyes always lack a focus and appear scattered and dull.

When the dim light of the Phoenix Guardian passed in front of him, Moon noticed that his expression seemed to have moved slightly.

But, that's all.

Continuing upward, more and more dark wizards began to appear in the cells, and naturally there were also some of Voldemort's minions in the past.A considerable number of these people have been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten or even twenty years, but in comparison, they look better than those at the lower level.At least, most of them never showed that stupid expression, but seemed to be able to maintain a sense of normalcy.

When passing the seventh floor, there was a dark wizard who was not even a Death Eater, but could only be regarded as a member of Voldemort's gang. He was like a mad dog, madly throwing himself on the stone door and cursing Professor Dumbledore.

But he didn't attract Professor Dumbledore's attention. The old man didn't even look at him. Even Moon just glanced over there and then looked away again.

The dementors discovered him as expected. After Professor Dumbledore and Moon passed by, the two dementors swooped down and came to the man's cell door.

The curses turned into frightened and shrill screams, which soon became weaker and weaker until they disappeared completely.

The way up seems to have no end. No one knows how many wizards are imprisoned in Azkaban, just like no one can clearly count how many dementors there are.

In the end, Professor Dumbledore and Moon stopped at a certain location on the ninth floor. Before Moon could take a look, there was already a loud noise from the cell on the left - an old man The acquaintance was lying on the stone gate, staring at the old man and the young man in front of him through the iron fence on the stone gate, his eyes full of sorrow and begging.

Pettigrew Peter.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Dumbledore, please, please, take me out of here, please, I don't want to stay here anymore, I know I'm wrong - no matter what, I do. Repent, I can abandon the darkness and turn to the light! Please, forgive me, forgive me..."

A string of wailing words came out of Peter's mouth, and he looked obviously tortured by this place.This can be seen even from his appearance. His body, which had been overly stooped by disguised as a mouse for many years, now looks even more scrawny and sluggish.

Professor Dumbledore turned to look at Peter with some disappointment in his eyes.

"Others may be able to forgive you, Peter. But how do you ask for forgiveness from James, Lily, Sirius and Remus?"

Peter's eyes became dull again, he took two steps back, and then fell weakly to the ground.After a long while, he finally twitched the corners of his mouth and shouted hysterically in a slightly high-pitched voice: "They have never regarded me as a friend! Never! I am just their follower! I am their follower!"

"James Potter! Always on top! Always playing cool! Always being a hero! Sirius?! He and James are just the same! If I am not their follower - guess what, great Mr. Dumbledore? I will just be bullied by them for no reason like those other people! How about making my head look like an inflated balloon, sir? How about having my pants stripped off in front of others? Sir ? This is the good student you like most!"

Professor Dumbledore quietly looked at Peter Pettigrew's increasingly distorted face due to venting, and then suddenly said: "So, have you gained enough respect from Voldemort?"

Peter suddenly paused, and after a few seconds he said again: "He is too powerful... It's not my fault! I didn't want to! The Dark Lord is too powerful!"

"Shut up, Pedilu! You trash, you don't deserve to mention his name."

A sinister and cold voice suddenly came from another cell next to him. Moon turned his head and looked over, and found a tall and thin wizard standing inside. His long, thick gray hair almost covered his entire face. Only the long and pointed nose can be slightly exposed from the shadow cast on his face.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to be suddenly choked. He looked in the direction of the cell next door, as if he could still see the face of the person who insulted him through the wall.

What's ridiculous is that even though he was clearly blocked by the cell, he still didn't dare to talk back to even one Death Eater.

Yes, the person who spoke was a Death Eater, and Professor Dumbledore had already revealed his identity.

"Hello, Travers."

"Albus...Dumbledore."

When looking at Professor Dumbledore, Travers was obviously still quite wary, and even the contempt in his tone was reduced.

"It seems that Azkaban has not caused any irreparable damage to you." The old man said softly, his tone as steady as ever.

"Of course, there's nothing we can do here." Travers sneered unconsciously, "I'm not a waste like Peter Pedro. Just a few Dementors can scare him so much that he wets his pants, and the whole person starts to Insanity.”

When he said this, he was quite smug, as if these demented dementors in Azkaban were nothing more than scabies to him.

Chapter 12 Prison·[-]

Of course, things are clearly not as good for Travers as he lets on.

He was not wearing a beautiful robe, and the palms holding the railing were obviously a bit unnaturally thin. His dirty hair, which had not been trimmed for many years, completely betrayed his true feelings.

Professor Dumbledore looked at him quietly and said nothing.

That year, he was the one who killed Marlene McKinnon and his entire family.In Travers' eyes, all Muggles, "pure-blood traitors", and even all races other than wizards, are scum and garbage that should be enslaved and purged.

In this regard, he, like many Death Eaters, was a standard snake and rat.

But Travers still seemed unwilling to give up. He shifted his target to Peter Pettigrew again and said loudly: "Hey! Listen, Pedro! I have remembered what you just said. The Dark Lord is back." That day, you are dead! Do you know? Haha, hahahaha! You courageous rat! Bastard!"

"I suddenly felt very sorry for Gavin." Moon spoke for the first time. He looked at Travers in the cell with undisguised disgust in his eyes. "No wonder he looked like that before. Elders and family members like you are simply a shame for Gavin’s life.”

Travers's laughter stopped suddenly. He looked at Moon in surprise, and then his face began to turn ferocious. "Who? What Gavin?!"

"Gavin Travers, your nephew." Moon said coldly: "You should be lucky that you have such a nephew who can distinguish right from wrong. If it weren't for his existence, in my eyes, Travers The Si family is no different than a disgusting pile of sludge."

"Who do you think you are -!" Travers suddenly bumped forward hard, and his mean and cold face was completely revealed from the shadows for the first time. "Little bastard! If this was outside, I would kill him immediately - —”

Moon raised his palm and pressed back on Travers. Travers, who was still leaning against the iron railing, suddenly flew backwards and hit the wall of the cell hard, shouting. There was a muffled groan, and it was obvious that the blow was not light, enough to make Travers, who was already weak, unable to recover for a long time.

"It's such a shame, I wish this was outside."

Moon retracted his palm, exhaled a breath, and looked at Professor Dumbledore next to him again.

The old man didn't say much about his sudden behavior, he just nodded slightly, and then took Munn a short distance deeper - that's where his real goal was this time.

Sitting in this room is a pockmarked man with equally messy hair. He does not look as ferocious and violent as other Death Eaters. Instead, he has a calm demeanor from beginning to end, even slightly bored and exhausted. .Moon stared at his face for two seconds, and then confirmed that this was probably the well-known Death Eater who had been a spy installed by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, Augustus, who had previously served as the Silent in the Department of Mysteries. Rookwood.

"Lukewood, long time no see."

"Indeed, Mr. Dumbledore." Rookwood opened his eyes and smiled softly at the old man and young man outside the cell door. "Long time no see. I have been locked up here for more than ten years. I seem to be the first I saw you once in Azkaban, what happened?"

"Yes, it's something about Voldemort." Professor Dumbledore did not covertly beat around the bush, but said very bluntly: "If possible, I need your help."

Rookwood did not answer immediately. He just stood up and walked slowly in the cell. After three steps, he suddenly said: "I still remember when I was on trial. It was more than ten years ago. That You were very different then, Mr. Dumbledore. You always had obvious indifference and disgust towards every Death Eater and Dark Wizard who stood on the stand, instead of being as tolerant and gentle as you are now. ."

"You also said, Rookwood, more than ten years have passed." Professor Dumbledore sighed, "Even an old man like me will inevitably have some changes."

"Ha..." Rookwood habitually combed his hair back with his fingers. Moon remembered clearly that in the arrest photo, his hair had the kind of retro style.

"You know, there's no way I could tell you anything about the Dark Lord."

"Why?" Professor Dumbledore looked at Rookwood with disappointment. "Lukewood, I have talked to Bagman and several people. You are not such a cruel or hopeless person."

Rookwood stopped and shook his head, "Then you must have mistakenly seen the wrong person, Mr. Dumbledore. I have long been hopeless. In short, no matter what you want to ask about the Dark Lord, My answer can only be no comment. If you want me to be the next Severus Snape, then you don't have to. This way, at least when the Dark Lord returns, I won't be like Snape. Everyone’s body and head are in different places.”

The old man stared at Rookwood for a while, and then completely gave up. He nodded and continued walking deeper with Moon.It wasn't until he reached the stairs leading upstairs that he finally slowed down and spoke softly.

"August Rookwood, who formerly served as the Silent Man at the Ministry of Magic, was also secretly delivering information to Voldemort. But in fact, when he was identified as a Death Eater by Igor Karkaroff, Everyone was surprised, and many even insisted that Karkaroff was just talking nonsense. After all, Rookwood has always had a gentle personality and is a very good friend, and he does have good relationships with many people. "

"I thought he would at least be willing to give out some information, but unfortunately, he seemed unwilling to say anything."

Moon listened quietly until Professor Dumbledore finished speaking, and then asked him thoughtfully: "Do you want to find out the location of the Horcrux from Rookwood's mouth?"

"Yes." The professor admitted this very directly. "I have tried most of the other ways. The Death Eaters in Azkaban are the only breakthrough I can think of at the moment. And Lukewood is The best candidate, like Severus, although he is a Death Eater, so far, apart from providing information to Voldemort, he has not personally carried out any other crimes."

"Furthermore, according to Severus, Rookwood's popularity among the Death Eaters has never been very good. Even in their internal gatherings, other Death Eaters treated Rookwood indifferently. People are willing to get very close to him. Although it is not clear what the real reason for all this is, at least he is the most likely person among the arrested Death Eaters to provide us with information."

At this point, Professor Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking. He looked at Moon, hesitated for a while, and finally expressed another idea of ​​his.

"I know you will definitely agree, but I actually hope you can reject my next proposal, Moon."

Moon looked at the old man in confusion, unable to understand why he said such a strange statement for a while.

"In the case of Rookwood refusing to explain, I actually have an alternative plan, but this plan... is a bit dangerous, especially for you. Therefore, I think it is best for us to come back at another time. But I am very Clearly, if I propose to leave now, you can definitely guess that I still have second-hand preparations——"

The professor didn't finish what he said, but his implication was obvious.

He didn't want Munn to mistakenly think that he didn't trust Munn, so he refused to reveal another plan.

"You tell me first, maybe I will refuse." Moon forced a smile. Even though he had been inside Azkaban for a while, he still felt quite uncomfortable.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Professor Dumbledore whispered a name, "Sirius's cousin, once a member of the Black family, and one of Voldemort's most powerful Death Eaters. .”

"If Lucius Malfoy has a Horcrux that Voldemort gave to him for safekeeping, then it is very likely that Lestrange will also have a Horcrux. Because in fact, Voldemort has Strange trusted him more than he trusted old Malfoy."

"So..." Moon suddenly realized, "You want me to use Legilimency on Lestrange?"

"Yes." Professor Dumbledore nodded, confirming Moon's idea. "Actually, I could have directly used Legilimency on Lestrange, but there is no doubt that as Voldemort's biggest loyalist, Rice Strange will definitely guard against my Legilimency and focus all her energy on me. She would rather die than expose her memories to me. So, if it is done by me The consequences of using Legilimency on her may be worse."

"However, if you are to use Legilimency against Lestrange, you should also be aware of the risks involved. Azkaban's restrictions on you are far greater than those of ordinary people, and Lestrange's I have always been crazy, and if I am not careful, I may even cause some unnecessary harm to you..."

"If this is the case, then your initial thoughts were correct -" Moon suddenly interrupted the professor. He raised his head, glanced at a higher place, and then continued: "Let's try it, Professor."

Seeing Moon's determined expression, Professor Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and then he said no more, but directly led Munn up the stairs, heading towards higher ground in Azkaban.

The mad woman named Bellatrix Lestrange was imprisoned at the top of Azkaban.

Chapter 13 Prison·[-]

When Dumbledore arrived with Moon outside the door of Bellatrix Lestrange's cell, the tall woman was huddled on the cold stone floor to rest.She closed her eyes tightly, as if she didn't hear the footsteps of Moon and Dumbledore at all, and just lay there.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Moon was able to take a closer look at her appearance and figure——

Like everyone of her generation in the Black family, Bellatrix had a noble and beautiful appearance. From her face, Moon could almost clearly see the shadow of Sirius.Of course, when it comes to comparing the appearance between her and her two sisters, Andromeda and Narcissa, the three of them appear to be more similar, and can even be said to be carved from the same mold.