Hogwarts: My name is the Unforgivable Curse

Sirius suddenly felt a burning roar in his ears, and his chest felt tight, as if his heartbeat had stopped.

"Oh, look, my old man..."

He gently touched the little figure in the photo with his fingers, and his eyes suddenly became no different from those of Bellatrix behind him, even more vicious and resentful. His pale lips moved, and a cold wind-like voice came out from between his teeth: "Look at your familiar hair, plump body, and the claws that are missing a finger..."

"It seems like you've had a good life these past ten years, that's good, then I'll feel relieved..."

"I still have a chance to kill you with my own hands."

He took a deep breath and slowly stabilized his trembling hands: "It seems that I have to say goodbye to this ghost place in advance. Merlin, I thank fate for allowing me to see this photo, and for finally finding something to return to." Things that can be done…”

"I hope my skills in casting spells without a wand are still there."

He pretended that nothing happened and read the newspaper for a while, then he lay down in a comfortable position and closed his eyes - he needed to rest and accumulate strength.

It took a lot of effort for him to fall asleep.

When he opened his eyes drowsily, there were already a few pieces of dry and hard bread, a little pickle, and a piece of cold stewed potato beside him. He chewed the food slowly, then sat cross-legged quietly and waited...

'The number of strikers and Aurors in Azkaban is very small, and they are all concentrated in the light punishment area, responsible for cooking, managing order, and distributing various things... I just need to walk through the cemetery and leave from the other side of the island, Absolutely no one can find out...'

‘Would you like to sneak into the light punishment area and steal some food, joy potions, or even a magic wand? Forget it, it's too risky. ’

'I don't know how far it is from here to England. After I went out, I could barely identify the direction... I hope I can summon water and fire without a wand. ’

He sat cross-legged quietly, adjusting his breathing, digesting food, and letting the little warmth and strength fill his body... And when he heard the first snoring sound in the severe punishment area, he knew he could take action.

He looked at the opposite side of the cell - his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange was lying on her side on a pile of weeds, with her back to him, and she could faintly hear her deeper breathing.

‘You can go. ’

He struggled to mobilize the power that had been trapped in his body for a long time, and slowly felt his body changing in a wonderful way. He felt that the clothes on his body were being hidden into his skin, replaced by a thick layer of hair; his face was elongating, his legs were shortening, and something was coming out from behind... It was so long-awaited and wonderful. a feeling of.

Eventually, Sirius Black disappeared from the cell, replaced by a scrawny black dog with dull coat.

‘The Animagus… no matter how many times you use it, you will be shocked by its wonder. ’

Sirius shook his ears - now his hearing was much stronger than before, and he could easily judge whether anyone was approaching... No.

'time to go. ’

He walked quietly, slowly squeezing out from the gap between the iron bars, and then listened attentively to any sound while slowly taking unfamiliar steps - he had been there for twelve years No one has ever walked on four legs.

He walked through the gloomy corridor. On both sides of the corridor stood a large row of dementors guarding the cells, but they turned a blind eye to him... Finally, his forelimbs stepped out of the portal of Azkaban, His body was bathed in the sea breeze and moonlight again - he felt like crying.

'No, now is not the time to vent your emotions...'

The composure honed by twelve years of darkness and loneliness allowed him to quickly calm down. After confirming again that no one was approaching, he observed the surrounding environment.

'Hell, it's night now and the water temperature will be much lower. I'm afraid I'm going to get cramps...'

‘Merlin’s beard is still foggy... Is this prison run by Peter? Why is it targeting me everywhere? ’

'But think on the bright side, it will be less likely to be discovered this way... Hmm... Damn it, which way is the west? "

He scratched the ground with his claws to show his dissatisfaction, then spread his legs quickly through the cemetery and came to the rough seaside. He lay there for several hours before finally waiting for a glimmer of light...

‘The sun is over there! ’

‘Now that we can roughly confirm the direction, let’s set off! ’

He took a final deep breath of the rancid air and then jumped into the sea. In an instant, a coldness like a dementor approaching enveloped his body and began to slowly deprive him of his precious body temperature. In order to swim in the rough sea water, he had to slide his limbs harder and faster. The ground consumes physical strength...

'You can't cancel the transformation now, you have to go further, further away...'

He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and swam hard in the certain direction. He stopped when he felt a throbbing pain in his hind legs. Looking back, he saw that the Azkaban Island had been stretched by about a hundred meters. distance.

'That's almost it... If this continues, I'm afraid I won't even have a chance to be captured by the Aurors! ’

He lowered his dog's head, plunged into the water, and then slowly returned to his human form. Then he put his fingers to the side of his head, and after a long time of effort, he finally released a head soaking spell.

‘Haha, it seems I’m not unfamiliar yet. ’

He happily continued to try, and it didn't take long for him to reproduce a spell to heat up, turning the sea water around him warm, and then released a spell on his cramped left leg to restore it to its original state. …

"I'm afraid I have to stay in the sea for several days. I have to get some food and water... Maybe I can try to catch some fish and eat them alive in my dog ​​form? As for water, I can float to the surface and drink. If you want to use some rainwater without a wand, you may need to train for a few days..."

"Don't think about it now, let's go! We must stay away from Azkaban before they find out that I have escaped!"

"Peter Pettigrew, traitor, scum...I'm back!"

…

A sea area less than five miles away from Azkaban Island.

The dark seabed.

"Observed!!"

"I observed an instant interaction between the Azkaban space and the outside world! And there are no marks left by Aurors on the interactors!!"

"Damn it! I've finally waited for this day - what exactly happened? Someone escaped from prison?"

"Who knows, I don't have time to care now... Have the magical characteristics generated at the moment of interaction been recorded?"

"It's recorded!"

"Very good! Finally we have found the true location of Azkaban! Handle it quickly, send the data back to the principal, and then leave this ghost place!"

"I can finally go back...but when will we officially sneak into Azkaban?"

"It will take some time to prepare, and the benefits of sneaking in are still unknown. I don't know if those guys are dead..."

"But at least we can rest for a while. You are really our lucky star, Benjamin!

"Lucky Star? Haha, that's quite appropriate. It's only been less than half a year since I came here, right? Azkaban has already been exposed..."

"Tch, stop bragging and return the lucky stars? If only you could have entered Hogwarts two years later, you would have come back with a big bag of basilisk materials! The value of the basilisk is no more than a few people whose life and death are uncertain, even if they are alive I wonder if there are many dark wizards who can still speak?

"...Don't mention this to me, I'm heartbroken."