Chapter 148

Three days later.

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore, I think of a way to deal with the corpse!"

Moody burst into the headmaster's office and wanted to share with his old friends the wonderful idea he had racked his brains to come up with. But as soon as he entered, he was surprised to find that Dumbledore's face was not happy, but his eyes showed a trace of strangeness.

"On this point, alasto..."

After pondering for a second, Dumbledore opened his mouth and gently pushed the object beside his hand - it was a small silver box with a blackened chain.

"I've got Voldemort's Horcrux."

"What!"

He was frightened. Moody's magic eyes rolled around and couldn't believe his ears.

OK, you albus Dumbledore, do such a big thing without me!

"Crazy eyed man" was subconsciously angry, but soon, he realized his childishness and shook his head with a smile.

Whatever the process, the result is good.

Voldemort's Horcrux

Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and couldn't help taking a few steps towards Dumbledore's desk to see the silver box carefully.

"Don't look, it's fake."

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore's words poured a basin of cold water directly on him.

Moody grew up and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Fake... Fake?"

As soon as he grabbed the pendant box, his magic eye seemed to see through it.

It seems that his face gradually solidified, his normal eyes showed a decadent look, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"Well, there is really no magic fluctuation... The cunning Voldemort plays such a boring trick."

"No, not Voldemort."

After listening to Moody's mumbling, Dumbledore corrected.

He flashed the note under his palm.

"To the Dark Lord:

I was dead long before you read this

But I want you to know that I found your secret.

I stole the real Horcrux and planned to destroy it as soon as possible.

I am willing to die in the hope that when you meet your opponent

Can be killed.

R.A.B”

The old man felt his beard.

"This man took the real Horcrux."

......

"Boom!"

Lightning flashed across the night sky and sent out a huge roar, alerting Sirius in his sleep Blake.

He just dreamed.

I dreamed of my brother.

"Bah."

Sirius couldn't help spitting at the thought of that unpleasant face.

He is a rebel of the Black family.

He is ashamed of his old family. He is ashamed of his brother who follows Voldemort and is willing to be the running dog of the dark forces!

But suddenly

Why did you dream of that hateful guy?

After peace of mind, Sirius, curled up in a damp, dark cell, fell into meditation.

"Da, Da, Da."

Just then, the sound of leather boots stepping on the ground suddenly came to his ears.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, quickly shrunk up and dared not move again - it was the best result not to sleep in the middle of the night and get a whip. Today he has been "kissed" by the Dementor, and he doesn't want to taste the desperate taste.

"Hey, black, are you asleep?"

Unexpectedly, the passing jailer did not intend to let him go, or the jailer came directly to him. With a smile, the jailer knocked on Sirius's iron fence with his wand.

Sirius Blake immediately became vigilant.

In the darkest place in the world, there is only hatred for no reason, not good for no reason.

He didn't think he was qualified as a felon to make Azkaban's jailers smile.

"Hey, black, don't be afraid. I mean no harm."

Jailer Christopher squeezed out what he thought was the friendliest smile and showed the roast chicken and wine in his hand.

"I'm here to talk to you."

"Chat?"

Sirius laughed in his heart.

Kill him, he doesn't believe this ghost story.

"Well, don't be so nervous. You know, I've always been friendly to prisoners."

Christopher still smiled and seemed indifferent to the attitude of the people in the cell.

He is a capable and ambitious man. Since he decides to help the "Lord" win over Azkaban's power, he will do his best.

Black is a talent.

There is no doubt about it.

Capable and cruel enough.

It's the right person to absorb into the organization.

"Ha ha."

There was a mosquito buzzing in his ear. It was no use for Sirius to pretend to sleep. He simply turned over, faced the direction of the prison door, and sat up cross legged.

"I know you."

Although Sirius's life is a muddle headed life in addition to suffering, after all, he is not a fool, nor deaf or blind. Some information can not help but be inadvertently known by him along with the jailer's gossip or newspaper words.

Christopher, the new warden general, is not ranked in the Ministry of magic, but Azkaban also has some power here.

This guy is different from the former prison director. Instead of taking pleasure in abuse, he is very attentive and has established a good relationship with some prisoners.

The reason why it is "good" is that Dementors still "eat" when they should "eat". He won't stop them. But in the middle of the night, like now, he would talk to some prisoners.

Unexpectedly, I found myself today?

Sirius looked warily at the man outside the iron fence. His eyes were as cold as the rain outside.

"Ha ha, you finally wake up."

Christopher was a good tempered man. He seemed to know nothing about Sirius's pretend sleep. He put down his wine and meat through the iron bar. He squatted in front of the cell and spoke softly.

"Make a friend, black. Let's make a friend."

"Friends?"

Sirius felt a pain in his heart, but his face did not move.

"Didn't anyone tell you not to make friends with me?"

Being falsely accused and imprisoned made Sirius bear the name of "betrayer".

Oh, he doesn't think the other party is coming to make friends with him.

"Hahaha, what dare you? As long as you are capable, you can become my friend."

He laughed and Christopher looked confident.

Because he is backed by the Lord!

Character is not a problem, there is a criminal record How many people in their organization are clean?

If you have the ability, you have everything!

The warden looked at Sirius eagerly, just like the key to his promotion.

"Oh."

Sirius didn't say anything. He just picked up the wine and meat and ate and drank it himself, like the wind rolling the residual clouds - he didn't worry about the poison in it. For him, death was good.

"I'm just getting to know you tonight. My name is Christopher. Hehe, we'll deal with each other in the future."

Haste makes waste. Christopher knows this.

Anyway, Sirius is just one of his lines.

And such a line.

He still has more than 100 in his hand