Chapter 200

"What is the strongest prison in the world? Azkaban? Bastille? Or Auschwitz? "

A hoarse, fuzzy voice came from the dark room. In the middle of the room, there was a row of stone benches, which stretched down at a very steep angle. There was a high dining table in the middle of the stone pit.

Unknown place, unknown time.

Under the crackling and burning candle fire, the sound slowly surrounds in all directions, just like the haunted ghost.

"Maybe not. The thought of some guys living in the same sky with me makes my stomach ache."

Just a creak.

The door of the dark room opened.

A tall woman in a black suit came in slowly.

She put a delicate silver plate with steak on the stone platform, and immediately stepped back into the dark, just as she left.

A fuzzy shadow appeared in the corner of the room. It seemed to be sitting on a chair and floating in the air.

Sitting opposite the dining table was a drooping old man. He was very skinny, with his sparse hair combed behind his head. He looked at the silver plate in front of him and had no expression at all.

"Try it."

Shadow: "I hope your taste buds are not aging."

Shivering, the old man raised his arm, picked up his knife and fork, and cut the steak unsteadily. He looks like an old man dying.

There was a faint sound of chewing and swallowing in the quiet air.

Shadow: "two years ago, I was baptized in Hogwarts, and I was pushed down by a kid who was too simple to use his brain."

After a pause, the shadow said with a smile:

"but later, the boy left Hogwarts and turned into an arms dealer.

It is said that time can make people grow up, but I always feel that time is like a curse to people like us. Are you right, lemme

The old man stopped eating and said: "life has a ceiling. For those who touch the ceiling, experience and age are just a number."

Shadow: "it's worthy of being an old guy about my age. He talks a lot."

"I'm laughing."

The old man continued to eat.

So the shadow looked at the old man.

The old man seriously cut the steak, his turbid eyes drooping, only in the occasional moment of lifting, a flash of almost imperceptible light.

Finish the steak.

The old man drank and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

The woman in suit, who had been standing on the side of dark shadow's body in silence, reappeared. She went to the dining plate, removed the tableware, drew out her magic wand and lit the room a little.

Nicole lemme: I can't help your curse. The Sorcerer's stone doesn't help you in any way

"Ha ha, I didn't come to you for such a trifle."

"Little thing, you haven't contacted me for hundreds of years. Now you suddenly call me from England. What do you want to do?"

"I want to build a cage where no one can escape." Without hesitation, the shadow said, "keep my stepping stone in the cage."

"Hoffa Bach?"

Asked the old man.

"Hehe... That's right."

The voice of the shadow was as ethereal as a dream.

"Hoffa Bach, that enigmatic fellow, is really boring not to see him."

"Hum."

The old man turned his mouth slightly and slowly put his lean arm on the table.

"With all due respect, I don't think a wizard who has grown up can be locked up in any cage of reality."

"Oh, why do you say that?"

The vague figure asked with interest.

"Magic cuts off the bondage of reality, and growth puts an end to the bondage of thought. You want to put a real wizard in a cage, too unrealistic

The old man said with a sarcastic tone: "after all, you are still living rather than dying."

Fuzzy dark figure, fingers crossed, body forward. There was no answer. The candle was dim and the room was quiet.

The old man gave him a deep look,

"you can't use magic anymore. The explosion two years ago exhausted your savings. I advise you to die. The cage is not as easy to build as you think."

With that, he pushed away the plate, stood up tremblingly and limped out the door.

Go to the door and open it.

"Wait a minute."

A cry came from behind, and the old man stood still.

"What have you been doing lately, lemme."

The shadow asked lazily, "did the new minister of magic ask you to take charge of a mysterious research?"

The old man held the five fingers of the door handle and his face flashed a struggle, but soon the struggle disappeared."That's none of your business."

The old man repeated, "nothing."

"Oh, I'm just asking."

The dim shadow leans back against the chair and escapes into the darkness.

"It's said that this project has violated quite a few of the top commandments of the wizarding world."

"The world is already in a mess. We need a little extra means."

With that, he brought the door and left the room flickering with the candle.

"See him off."

The shadow whispered.

The woman in the suit followed, catching up with Nicole lemme.

"I'll see you off." She said.

The bowing old man extended his arm to her.

The woman in the suit took him by the arm, supported him, and walked slowly down the stairs to the desolate countryside.

There was a carriage drawn by twelve Vernon, and the skinny creatures spewed out white fog in the cold air.

At this time, Nicole lemme said:

"you shouldn't follow him. Believe me, even the most dangerous and unpopular wizard can't be compared with the darkness hidden in the corner of the world. He won't treat you as a human being."

"I'm his family."

Said the woman briefly.

"Do you think he cares about his family?" Asked LeMay.

The woman did not answer, but asked:

"you, after so many years of baptism, do you still care about these secular feelings?"

There was a cold flash in Leme's muddy eyes. He threw away the woman in the suit who held his arm and boarded the Vernon carriage.

"Have a nice trip."

The woman said with a smile.

Vernon stepped on the ground, opened his black wings, pulled the carriage and rushed to the sky.

In the carriage, the thin old man was relieved and collapsed on the seat. He reached out to his chest and took out a faded gold pocket watch. There was a young red haired girl holding a baby on the pocket watch. She tilted her head and looked at the old man with a smile.

"Chloe..."

he called softly.

I don't know how many kilometers away in France, a pair of silver eyes suddenly opened.