Hogwarts: Gray Wizard Volume 1: The Dark Wizard's Apprentice 393 He finally started his journey. In March 1993, it was still gloomy outside the iron windows.
I don't know how long I can hold on in Azkaban. Just last night, a dementor pounced on me. It looked so terrifying that I thought I might have nightmares for a few days.
So I didn't sleep tonight.
I was very tired and had nightmares, but I still didn't fall asleep.
Because diagonally across from my prison, there was a terrifying Death Eater, who would cry and laugh at other times, making himself particularly infiltrative in the empty and quiet prison.
I……
"Hey hey hey..."
Anton frowned, stopped writing "Prisoner of Azkaban", opened the cell door and walked out angrily.
He stared at Rodolphus coldly, "Are you done? I was your brother before, and now you are. If you smile again, I will kill you right now!"
Rodolphus just raised his head and blinked desperately, with tears glistening in his eyes.
"Shut up, understand? I need to calm down a bit!"
Rodolphus said nothing, but took a deep breath as if sobbing.
"Very good." Anton reached out and tapped him, "Whether you are happy or sad, just shut up!"
Snap.
The cell door is closed.
Sadness rippled across Anton's face again, and green flame words floated in front of him.
——I raised my head desperately to prevent my tears from falling, how regretful I was.
——I didn't dare to make a sound, these dark wizards were too scary, they warned me with murderous looks.
——I just feel that this young heart is constantly sinking and sinking...
--I……
"Woooooooo..."
Damn it!
The emotions that Anton had finally brewed were dispelled again. He kicked open the prison door, rolled up his sleeves, and strode to Rodolphus' cell.
Zheng~
A series of dagger-like bear claws extended from the fingertips, cutting through the iron railing in just an instant.
Anton reached in with his left hand and grabbed Rodolphus' collar, pulling his upper body out from the gap. He held the 'pale spine' in his right hand and pressed it against his throat, "Do you want to die?"
Rodolphus just shook his head sadly, tears falling along the ravines on his face, shaking on his chin and refusing to drip.
"My Healing Game"
"Am I stupid?"
"Yes, you idiot!"
"Then kill me!"
"???" Anton blinked, leaned back, and looked at this guy in confusion, oh, do you really want to die?
He is a good man, and this request is too simple.
"Okay, then I will kill you and let others know what the rules are."
Rodolphus looked at the world with nostalgia, but unfortunately, there was nothing in Azkaban worthy of him recording the last scene of this world, so he closed his eyes deeply and waited patiently for death to come.
There was a clanging sound from the cell opposite.
Rodolphus's brother Rabastan roared angrily, "Don't kill my brother! You devil, if you want to kill you, kill me first!"
"Ha~"
Anton sneered, "Don't pretend to be brotherly in front of me. When you killed other people's families and killed them in front of young parents when they were babies and elderly parents, why didn't you show the beauty of human nature?"
Already?"
He looked around and said, "Who else is going to die together? I should work harder and help clean up the garbage in this world. Don't be afraid to trouble me for easy things."
咻咻咻~
The prisoners who had just been leaning on the railings to watch the show shrank back and disappeared into the darkness.
Anton raised his eyebrows and sneered, ignoring the younger brother and looking down at Rodolphus, "Mr. An is showing kindness today and letting you die with dignity."
He pulled Rabastan's entire body out of the gap and threw it on the corridor.
"Remember, the secret to becoming a bear is to mobilize your emotions. Think about your happiest things, happiest times, and best past. It is best to have something to protect."
"Come on, come on, try it quickly, turn into a big white bear and fight with me."
Rodolphus just lay on the ground silently and didn't speak. He slowly buried his face under his arms and cried.
"!!!"
"It's hard for me to handle you like this. You're lying there like a puddle of mud. It's hard for me to do anything."
Silence~
Silence is the noise of Azkaban's night.
It's really quiet here. Except for the faint and almost inaudible wailing sound coming from the iron bed on the first floor downstairs, there is no sound at all.
There isn't even a bug in this damn place.
It's so quiet that sometimes you can actually hear your heartbeat.
Anton shook his head, "Boring."
Turned around and returned to his cell to continue writing "Prisoner of Azkaban".
——Finally, the terrible Death Eater became quiet. But it was so quiet here that it was scary. I couldn’t help but think back to my pale and short life. Before I became the apprentice of Potions Master Fiennes, I once lived
In the muggle world.
——It was a war-torn country. A cannonball could easily destroy a tall building the size of the Ministry of Magic. It was fired from a place 20 miles away with a whoosh, and the cannonball crossed the sky and exploded in your ears.
——At that time, I was thinking that Muggles were too scary. Until I met a wizard, I still maintained this idea.
——That is a lingering nightmare from childhood...
"Roar……"
A beast's roar once again interrupted Anton's train of thought. He rubbed his hair frantically, "Ahhhh~~~How can I make it up like this? Bah, how can I write it~~~"
As soon as he turned his head, he saw the huge figure of the white bear with antlers appearing in front of the cell.
His thick body almost completely blocked the remaining light in the cell.
His arm, which was almost as thick as a gasoline barrel, suddenly straightened up and grabbed the iron railing. The huge muscles on his shoulders shook, and the entire iron railing wall was completely removed.
Obviously, Rodolphus has a good talent for controlling the body of the great white bear.
The huge palm pinched the entire upper body of the person with just one grasp.
Lifted it out.
"Bellatrix Lestrange!"
Rodolphus's beast eyes reflected the woman in his hands, and his mouth opened and closed, revealing fangs that were longer than Bella's head, "No, you don't deserve this surname, you should be called Bellatrix Black."
"
"or……"
"The same last name as the Dark Lord?"
Oh haha~
Anton's eyes lit up, he waved his hand to disperse the green flame text in front of his eyes, and quickly recorded everything in front of him.
"Rodolphus took the opportunity and grabbed the woman in the next cell by the neck."
"This woman's name is Bellatrix Lestrange, and she is his wife."
"But he obviously doesn't see it that way. His eyes are full of anger, sadness, blame, and, well, a little bit of incomprehension."
"...Do you still think I am your husband? The man asked. Bella just smiled crazily. Merlin's beard, I am extremely convinced of this, this woman may have gone crazy."
"...Oh my God, the crazy woman said, 'I only belong to the master.' Wow, it's so scary. Even though the mysterious man is dead, he still has such loyal fans..."
"However, Rodolphus seems not to understand the feelings of such enthusiastic fans towards their idols, and thinks that he has been cuckolded by his former master."
"What should I call Bella? The woman of You-Know-Who? That's an interesting name."
"..."
"It's simply miraculous that the Death Eaters are actually at odds with each other, brothers, husbands and wives, comrades-in-arms, all beautiful terms. In this terrible hell, where all the sharpest conflicts broke out, these relationships behave like this
of fragility.”
"Everyone is desperate. Everyone knows that their final fate is death."
"I once told Professor Dumbledore that death is a great adventure, and Professor Dumbledore agreed with my view with a smile."
"Yes, I have always believed that death is not terrible. What is terrible is to live without all hope and vision for the future."
"Now, I have no future because I am a prisoner of Azkaban."
Tsk tsk tsk.
Anton looked at this article with admiration. When writing a book, the most important thing is to write the first word.
He finally started his journey, and with these lovely materials, he will definitely be able to write a best-selling book.
Thanks to Professor Lockhart for your earnest guidance.
Being a traveler is a perfect match for publishing a book.