DNF Meets Harry Potter

Esther said with some emotion, "Let him take a look at the outside world, maybe it can stimulate some happy emotions? You know, there are no newcomers in Azkaban recently, and the dementors are raging again~ ..."

"That's true!" Oliver's eyes lit up, and he immediately understood Esther's meaning, and then threw the newspaper through the crack of the cell door in disgust.

"Let's go..."

The two of them took a last look at the gloomy Azkaban, and sailed away in a special boat.

Sirius, who was lying at the door of the cell, did not get up, but grabbed the Daily Prophet with his skinny fingers, which fell from mid-air. There were light flashes in the emptiness, and he looked for the document he had just glimpsed just now. Photo:

In the Daily Prophet, the Weasley family wore strange local costumes and stood in front of the huge and magnificent pyramid. One of the boys stood in the middle of the crowd, and a mouse with a broken finger on his shoulder was looking around.

Sirius' face was extremely gloomy and terrifying, coupled with the special environment deep in Azkaban, even the old bat Snape would have to sigh that I am not as good as him.

He straightened up slowly, his hands holding the newspaper trembling. Just like when he was in prison, he raised his head and let out a roar that pierced the sky, and his yellow teeth were exposed, which added a bit of horror.

"Peter Pedilu~, you bastard who deserves to go to hell...you didn't die?! Why didn't you die!!"

Looking at the leisurely mouse in the newspaper, Sirius clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, he wished he could get out of Azkaban immediately and kill this enemy who betrayed them.

After a while, as if all his remaining strength had been exhausted by hatred, he limply fell along the wall, with tears streaming from his eyes.

"James~, Lily~...

I'm sorry~...I'm sorry~, I'm pretending to be smart, I'm suspicious~..."

He covered his cheeks with his hands in pain, and his stained face looked even more distressed because of the tears.

"If we really can't escape this time, you bastard must live well!

Don't forget that you are Harry's godfather~... If something happens to us, then he will only have you as his relative!

...

All right all right! Don't say these depressing words, isn't it just a broken prophecy! When have we "predators" been afraid of this? We'll see when Voldemort dies! 』

Recalling the conversation at the beginning, Sirius only felt ten thousand sharp arrows passing through his heart.

He was imprisoned in Azkaban all these years, only thinking that he could rot in this ghost place and atone for James and Lily...

But now, for the sake of James and Lily's children, he had to go out. Peter, that bastard who should go to hell, is lurking beside him, and as long as Voldemort thinks about it, he is always in danger...

Back then, Peter was able to sell James Lily without hesitation under Voldemort's coercion, so there must be a second time.

There are only zero and countless betrayals...

"Dementor? Huh~..."

Seeing the dementors constantly wandering in front of the cell door, Sirius grinned disdainfully. If he wants to go out, he can go out anytime, anywhere, but now, he needs to wait until night, Azkaban shrouded in darkness, even the Aurors who have been stationed here all year round are not willing to come out to hang out, this will undoubtedly provide him with a good opportunity Opportunity……

Time passed slowly, and Sirius had never felt so tormented, not even when he was absorbed by a dementor before.

Finally, night fell as expected, and dementors slid into the prison in groups dragging tattered cloaks, which was the perfect time for supper.

They raised their heads, shaking their bodies like old smokers, absorbing the joy that escaped from the prisoners in a blur.

But it suddenly stopped enjoying it with some doubts, because a part of the source of pleasure suddenly quietly disappeared. For a dementor that feeds on pleasure, this turn of events is obvious. But because they have no eyes, they can only float around in the prison corridor in a daze to perceive the surroundings, trying to find the disappearing happiness.

In the middle of the night, the stationed Aurors were all huddled in their beds, and the fireplace was burning fiercely, resisting the bone-deep cold. No creature noticed that in the deepest cell of Azkaban, a scrawny black dog tiptoed through the extremely narrow gap in the iron bars of the prison, prostrated on the ground, and walked slowly, cautiously Go around those dementors that are floating around.

Finally, without finding anything, it escaped to the coast smoothly.

At this moment, the sky is pouring rain, is it a flash of lightning piercing the night sky. The whole body of the black dog was soaked, but it didn't seem to care about the rain and the surging waves on its body, and plunged into the icy sea water without hesitation.

For the safety of his godson Harry Potter, but also for atonement. Sirius resolutely decided to cross the North Sea with his body and return to Hogwarts, hoping to personally end the traitor Peter Pedilu...

"Hogwarts, I'm back~. Harry, wait for me~..."

Even Karl didn't expect the world line to end like this...

...

A week later, the Ministry of Magic finally couldn't cover up Sirius' escape. Under pressure, Fudge had to announce the truth. At the same time, a large number of wanted notices were posted all over every shop in Hogsmeade village.

The Daily Prophet also took advantage of this time to make a big publicity. I heard that the old woman Rita Skeeter was almost so excited that she didn't come up after hearing about this incident.

After taking two quick-acting heart-rescue pills, regardless of the boss's concerns, he immediately picked up the quill, planning to make a big fuss about it and expose the darkness of the Ministry of Magic.

No. 19 Spider's End Lane, the lair of old bats.

The queen with exquisite makeup looked at the Daily Prophet sent by the owl, curled her lips, and was about to throw it into the fireplace as firewood.

After being resurrected, after reading a few new issues of the Daily Prophet, she had already given up any hope for this newspaper. It was all nonsensical stories fabricated by that ugly woman, Rita Skeeter, without any real use at all. Well, if she has this, she might as well be bored watching Lovegood's "The Quibbler".

Thinking of this, Lily suddenly regretted ordering this newspaper. Although a copy only costs one copper Knut, the annual edition is even more discounted. But the current situation is...she and Snape's daily life is a bit stretched, and this yearbook made the life between them not rich at all even worse...