A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Professor seems to be in an emergency." A suspicious voice suddenly sounded in the empty corridor, and then two heads sneakily poked out.

The wand in Harry's hand flickered with fluorescent light, and he looked at Lupine's back with curiosity and confusion.

Ron put his hands on the window sill and said firmly: "He must have discovered the wizard who violated the curfew. Let's go and take a look."

The two put on their invisibility cloaks again and followed quietly. They imitated Lupine, caressing the burl of the Whomping Willow, and then slipped into the slippery tunnel. When they got out, they only heard stern reprimands coming from above.

"I think we're in the Shrieking Shack." Harry looked around and found that the place looked a bit rundown, and there was no sign of Lupine.

He and Ron held their wands tightly and looked at each other, their eyes full of determination and vigilance. Harry pointed to the closed wooden door, and the two quietly pressed their ears against it.

"Pettigrew, how long are you going to keep pretending?" Black smashed the cage and roared, "Change back, you damn traitor! Change back! Do you hear me?"

"Chirp chirp..." The awakened Banban looked at Black's scarred face, and it was scratching its limbs in an attempt to escape. But Black would never give it that chance.

"Why, you don't recognize your old friend anymore?" Blake smiled crazily, his eyes dark and deep, "Or are you pretending to be a mouse for 12 years and do you really think you are a mouse?"

"The lifespan of a house mouse is about three years. The Weasley mice are really long-lived. Maybe we should skin and draw blood, dig out the brains and study them carefully." Roger yawned and lay lazily on the four-poster bed. motioning for Blake to continue.

"Scabbers!" Ron heard the conversation inside and kicked the door open. He pointed his wand at Black, but when he saw the scarred face of the wanted criminal, his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

"Zhi Qianwu..." Before he could finish speaking, Black's wand had already emitted a ray of light.

"Expelliarmus!" His spell hit Ron accurately, even Harry at the door.

The two wands were easily disarmed by Blake, and they were held firmly in his hand after flying into the air. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on Harry and Scabbers, who had fled to Ron's side.

"Harry, are you here to help your friends?" he asked, turning to the red-haired Ron, his tone full of nostalgia: "Your father treated me like this. But, you don't know what this mouse means What."

Harry looked at his unrecognizable face, and the other man's taunts about his father echoed in his ears. The hatred in his heart was boiling, and Blake's terrifying appearance did not stop his hatred.

His eyes were glued to the wand in Black's hand, but he wasn't eager to take it back. Since he learned wandless spellcasting from Professor Lupin, he was waiting for the right moment.

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't come." Rogge said quietly, "Have you been tracking me using the Marauder's Map?"

"The Marauder's Map was confiscated by the Professor," Harry replied, glancing back. Rogge put his head in his hands and leaned leisurely on the bed, looking very relaxed.

Weasley, who was always confused, was extremely sober at this moment. He and Harry watched the professor disappear into the tunnel, convinced that Lupine must be nearby to guard them.

"As long as the professor is here, we will be safe." Ron comforted himself and mustered up the courage to stand between Black and Harry: "If you want to kill Harry, then kill me first! he roared angrily, even as his body shook slightly with fear.

"Someone is going to die tonight!" Black said seriously, "Get your little mouse out."

"Never!" Ron shouted to Scarface Black: "If you want to kill, then kill us all."

Rogge sighed helplessly and chuckled: "Why kill you? There is no reward."

"What are you doing?" Harry spat on the floor, pushed Ron away with all his strength, and looked directly at Black, "In order to kill Peter Pettigrew, you could kill so many Muggles without caring... …”

"To be precise, it's 12. More people die from drinking in London in a year." Rogge helped him add data. He adjusted the position of the magic projector to ensure that the camera could capture the movements of the people in front of him.

"Yes, 12!" Harry's face looked a little unnatural, and his hatred seemed a little weak under Roger's gag.

"Harry, stop talking!" Ron hooked Harry's hand with his little finger, trying to persuade him not to anger Black. Unexpectedly, Harry slapped him away.

"You killed my parents!" Harry roared and rushed towards Black.

Driven by anger and hatred, Harry's originally prepared wandless spells were completely forgotten. He just wanted to cause as much damage to Black as possible.

Harry grabbed his wand with one hand, forcing Black to raise his own wand. The other hand waved towards Blake's head, causing the two of them to fall backward instantly.

"Oh, what a fool." Rogge looked at Black who was knocked down by Harry and mocked: "There is an even more stupid guy."

"Expelliarmus!" Harry suddenly spoke, aiming directly at Roger, who was half lying on the bed.

"Hey~" Rogge quickly moved away, but he didn't expect Mr. Savior to still hide this hand.

A sneer hung from the corner of his mouth, and he asked: "Casting a spell without a wand?" At the same time, he picked up a pillow and threw it at the door.

Scabbers, who was trying to escape, was startled, its black eyes moved flexibly, and then ran back to Ron's feet.

The wand in Black's hand sent a spark into the air, inches from Harry's face. Harry felt Black's hand holding the wand twisting wildly, but he just held on tightly.

With his other hand, he beat Blake's body desperately, trying to cause as much damage to Blake as possible before Rogge intervened.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what an Oedipal scene. Keep going, keep going." Rogge smiled, appearing indifferent to the beating Black received.

"Oedipus?" Harry didn't understand what it meant. He thought there might be some kind of conflict between the two dark wizards, which made his nervous mood relax a little.

"Harry, I've waited too long..." Blake grabbed Harry's throat and could choke the life out of him with just a little force.

Ron immediately rushed forward and kicked Blake on the head.

"Ah..." Blake's head suddenly felt dizzy, and he let go of Harry with a groan.

One of his hands was firmly held by Ron, and the other was bitten so hard by Harry that he had to let go. He smiled helplessly, his thin chest rising and falling rapidly due to his rapid breathing.

Harry snatched his wand back and pressed it against Black's chest. His glasses were smashed, the temples were crooked, and his face was mixed with blood from an unknown person.

Weasley turned to Rogge with both hands on his wand, but his hands were shaking with nervousness and fear. Rogge looked down upon him with disdain. In his current situation, he might not be able to cast even the simplest fluorescent flashing spell.

Harry turned around, locked eyes with Rogge, and asked, "Aren't you going to save him?"

"Black and I are not accomplices." Rogge shrugged, as if he didn't care. He smiled and said: "Actually, you are accomplices, aren't you?"

"As long as the Weasley mouse doesn't escape, it's none of my business even if you cut Mr. Black into pieces and eat him alive. Oh, no." Roger shook his head, "He still owes me a An elf and 30,000 galleons."

He yawned and seemed a little bored by this matter: "If you want to kill him, remember to pay me back the money Sirius owes me. I am exhausted from helping this guy treat his illness."

"Me?" Harry felt that there was something wrong with the other person's brain and that he was talking nonsense that he couldn't understand.

"Are you going to kill me? Harry." Black asked quietly.