Chapter 172

The lonely castle on the cliff is gloomy and can't see any light.

The water vapor in the air always makes people feel wet. Even the newly changed robes become sticky.

Azkaban, a desperate place.

"I don't like it here."

He sniffed, and Moody's eyes showed disgust from the bottom of his heart.

In his perception, it was like a rotten swamp, emitting an unpleasant smell everywhere. A little smell could make people spit out breakfast.

"Alasto, I don't like it here either. No one likes it..."

Dumbledore beside moody smiled with a meaningful smile.

"Nobody likes it."

"All right, hurry up and go back early."

If it weren't for trying to get some information about Regulus Black's news, Moody's doesn't come to such a broken place.

But there's no way, Regulus Black's brother, Sirius Black is locked up here. He can't come without him.

With an impatient look on his face, the "crazy eyed man" covered his missing nose with a dirty handkerchief and limped with Dumbledore to Azkaban.

They have got cornelli Fudge's warrant.

Of course, it wasted them a lot of effort.

Coincidentally, two people went in and a group of prison guards went out. The two groups happened to touch each other.

Seeing Dumbledore, a jailer headed by him blinked, thought for a second, and showed a deliberately friendly smile.

"Hahaha, this is not Mr. Albus Dumbledore. What brings you here?"

"Oh, are you?"

Dumbledore was not surprised to be recognized.

As a gesture of courtesy, he bent slightly and spoke to the man who looked like the warden's officer.

"I'm just a little man. If you like, you can call me Christopher, the current warden general."

Christopher put his right hand on his chest and saluted slightly.

"Nice to meet you, Christopher, you are..."

After looking at the silent prison guards behind Christopher, Dumbledore was curious and paused. He smiled softly.

"Oh, if you think it's rude, think I've never asked."

"Nothing, Mr. Dumbledore. It's just another prisoner who can't stand Azkaban's life and chooses to know himself."

Christopher smiled in a relaxed tone, as if talking about where to drink afternoon tea.

"We were about to throw his body into the sea."

"Oh."

Dumbledore's eyes changed slightly, but he still controlled his expression well.

"Well, have a good job."

"Thank you."

Christopher nodded, exchanged greetings, and led his men to carry the obviously different body to the cliff over there.

When passing by, moody, who had been silent, took a special look - it was a dwarf with a head full of blood, with two lines of clear blood tears printed on the corners of his eyes and a relieved smile on his mouth.

Moody looked coldly at the jailer who carried the body away and sighed gently.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore didn't say much, just moved on.

In this prison, not everyone should die, but most people should die.

Because of the current Minister of magic, cornelli Fudge's handwritten warrant with the seal, so moody and Dumbledore entered Azkaban almost unhindered.

After entering this isolated terrorist prison, the smell of gloom and corruption became even stronger.

It's like a huge tomb.

Every cell isolated by iron bars is sealed with a dirty devil!

Under the guidance of the jailer on duty, they passed through the corridor full of howling and roaring, came to the prison of the felon, and saw Sirius in the shape of an adult.

Dumbledore had never seen such Sirius Blake.

The young man in his memory, who was rebellious, rebellious but full of vitality, could hardly coincide with the man in front of him who was like rotten wood.

But the old man knew that this was Azkaban.

It can change everything.

"Black, get up. We have something to ask you."

Moody is always unkind to the black wizard, and he doesn't like people who betray their friends. Impatiently, he kicked Sirius's prison iron door with a prosthetic limb, showing a condescending expression.

Sirius glanced at the two people outside. When he didn't see them, he continued to vent on the cold and wet floor.

"Bah."

Spit fiercely, senior Aurora Astor Moody knows how to deal with this kind of black wizard who is unwilling to cooperate. He drew out the spell and would cast it if he didn't say a word, but before the magic took shape, he was stopped by a rough big hand.

"This is Azkaban. Be patient. Besides, you are no longer auro. Remember, alasto, you have retired."

Moody was a quick tempered man, Dumbledore knew, so he didn't blame his old friend too much.

Communication is skilled, especially with criminals.

Asked moody to put away his wand, Dumbledore stepped forward and whispered.

"Black, long time no see."

No response, Sirius Black opened his eyes, but he seemed to be asleep.

"Black, I hope you can do me a favor."

Dumbledore didn't mind either, and went on with it.

"Headmaster, I hope you can do me a favor."

Dumbledore thought Sirius Black will remain silent to the end. Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly spoke.

The voice was very hoarse, like sharp objects rubbing on the blackboard.

"Oh?"

Dumbledore, who was interrupted, touched his beard.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Oh."

A hint of irony flashed through Sirius's eyes.

"Help me escape from prison, or kill me and set me free."

"Well, I'm afraid not."

After hearing Sirius's request, Dumbledore shook his head without thinking.

"Since you betrayed Potter and Lily and let dozens of innocent Muggles fall into the sea of fire, your life doesn't belong to you."

"Well, forget it."

Sirius twisted his neck and changed to a more comfortable position on the ground.

He doesn't want to defend anything.

Because if the excuse had been useful, he wouldn't be here now.

"I can't help you, but maybe you can help me. Tell me about your brother Regulus black. Why did he betray your master?"

"My master?"

Sirius was like dry wood, suddenly drenched with burning oil, and could no longer keep calm. He rushed to the prison like a mad beast, holding the cold iron fence.

"Regulus, that dirty, cheap guy willing to be Voldemort's running dog, is not my brother!"

Sirius roared.

"I, noble Sirius, am not anyone's slave!"