The card draw starts in Azkaban

"Ah ha, Blake, it's been a busy day today, hasn't it?

He turned into a big black dog and traveled from Privet Drive to London. He watched his godson enter the Leaky Cauldron and saw him helpless, carrying a big box with no one to help him. He was lonely and pitiful.

Looking at his face that looks like a parent and eyes that look like a mother, I think you want to rush to him and tell him that you are innocent and that you want to adopt him, right?"

Du Wei was sitting in the cafe, constantly adding sugar to his coffee cup and talking trash.

Weird and strange.

It looks like he's not drinking coffee, he's drinking sugar.

Sirius Black sat opposite him and heard Duwei's trash talk. He did not speak, but it could be seen from his clenched fists that Duwei was only a little bit away from being beaten.

His outfit looks more serious and retro compared to Du Wei's mix and match.

Duwei found a scarf, gauze scarf, and white blouse for Sirius.

He looks like a believer.

Two well-kept people were sitting in a London cafe, drinking coffee, and sitting next to the glass window.

No one doubts them.

Outside them, police, strikers, and Aurors passed through one after another, but no one could imagine that the felon they had worked so hard to capture was leisurely watching their patrol in a cafe not far from them.

Sirius felt the wonder of this world.

He also had a new understanding of the audacity of the man in front of him.

"Why did you come to me?"

Sirius said in a low voice.

It can be seen that his life is not good. Even after escaping from Azkaban, Sirius still has nightmares. This is the sequelae of living with dementors for a long time, and there is no way to cure it.

Even the famous Harry Potter only met a dementor once and it left a shadow.

Not to mention them prisoners.

Du Wei took a sip of coffee and said, "I have a big plan."

He said seriously and calmly, and Sirius smiled.

"What does that have to do with me?"

he asked rhetorically.

"Of course it does matter, Blake, don't forget that you and I are both fugitive felons now, and I know what you want to do.

You want to sneak into Hogwarts, find Scabbers, force him to reveal his true colors, and prove your innocence in front of all the teachers and students, don't you?

But why did you enter Hogwarts?

I heard the news that Minister of Magic Fudge and the Hogwarts School Directors forced Dumbledore to make concessions and asked dementors to enter Hogwarts to protect Harry Potter.

There are ghosts, portraits, teachers, and Dumbledore throughout Hogwarts. Even if you are an Animagus, why do you think you can enter the boys' dormitory and get close to Harry Potter?

Are you lucky?

Or are you confident that you can defeat McGonagall, or do you think you can defeat Flitwick?

Let me think about it, if you met Snape, do you think Snape would give you a chance to explain?"

Duwei's question was very pointed, and Sirius fell silent.

"Tell me your plan."

Sirius looked compromised.

Du Wei chuckled.

"That's why I need your help. With my help, you want to prove yourself and I want more knowledge. We agree."

Duwei told Sirius his plan in a low voice.

Blake looked at Duwei.

As if he was meeting this person for the first time, he looked at him carefully and seriously, from top to bottom.

"You are really crazy. Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Sirius asked.

"I know, I know exactly what I am doing. I will die and have my soul sucked out by the dementors, but this is not the worst outcome, is it?

I don’t want to live in regret and unhappiness every day.”

Du Wei said.

"A man cannot eat five pots of food when he is alive, and he will be cooked in five pots of food when he dies."

Du Wei told himself in his heart.

He looked at Sirius and said: "I have been crazy for a long time. I went crazy when I was imprisoned in Azkaban.

If I wasn't crazy, I wouldn't be here.

This is my plan. Compared to yours, although it is dangerous, it is also the most profitable."

Duwei didn't give Sirius a chance to think, staring into his eyes, Duwei growled and asked: "We don't have much time, Black, give me your choice!"

Du Wei asked decisively!

Sirius looked at Duwei, put down the coffee cup and said, "How to do it?"

Du Wei raised his eyebrows, and his straight back suddenly collapsed.

"Can you cast spells without a wand?"

he asked.

Sirius said: "Yes, but the effect will be greatly reduced."

"Very good, I need you to use Expelliarmus on me with your bare hands. I have a wand, oak wood, and dragon's nerve here. You should be able to use it."

Du Wei said decisively.

Sirius asked: "Then what do you use?"

"This is the first step in our plan, Sirius."

Duwei said: "I also have a magic wand, apple wood, and unicorn feathers."

"It seems that this wand is not suitable for you. It does not like dark magic."

Sirius said.

It seems that he also knew about Du Wei's use of "Avada Kedavra" on Ministry of Magic operators.

Du Wei shrugged his shoulders and said: "Then you should also know that my Unforgivable Curse can't even kill anyone. Avada Kedavra is worse than fainting to me.

I don't like dark magic, just like dark magic doesn't like me."

Hearing this, Sirius laughed again, showing his yellow teeth.

He looked like he hadn't smiled for a long time, and his smile was extremely awkward.

"Very well, then where should we find this wand for you? Ollivander's shop?"

Sirius was also in a good mood. It could be seen that Duwei's big plan also stimulated the adventure factor in him.

He also felt the excitement in his blood - this, like happiness, is a truly scarce and precious asset in Azkaban.

"Of course not."

Duwei said maliciously: "Didn't the Ministry of Magic say that the two of us are fugitives?

Then I think we should do something that fugitives like to do.

I mean, we could go wizard hunting."

Duwei said: "If I remember correctly, the Guest Department of the British Ministry of Magic is located in the center of London."

He smiled and said: "So we are going to do a big and crazy thing under the eyes of many wizards."

…

At 9 o'clock that night, the ship docked, and Walker and several colleagues disembarked.

They were in a very bad state and looked exhausted to the naked eye.

Several beaters fell asleep on the boat. Even if they slept, they were very restless and had cold sweat on their heads.

It was a big deal for someone to escape from Azkaban. After a close review, these strikers who were guarding Azkaban were determined not to be suspected of collusion between inside and outside, so they were not thrown into Azkaban and exempted from prison.

disaster.

Being interrogated in Azkaban, they were both mentally and physically exhausted to the extreme.

Even so, they can't rest.

Today is the time for them to exchange classes. Originally, at this time, they would have fifteen days of vacation to rest.

But now, this rest time has also been cancelled.

I have a day off tomorrow and will report to the Legal Enforcement Department tomorrow afternoon to form a patrol team and look for the two Azkaban prisoners.

"Don't let me find those two people. If I find them, I will definitely not have any compassion for them!

These two damn idiots."

Walker said with disgust. Beside him, the five colleagues were so tired that they were almost exhausted.

One person goes to wake up the remaining beaters one by one.

Working in Azkaban is a kind of physical and psychological torture. Even the jailers like them feel that life is worse than death.

For batters, this is also a different kind of jail.

Fortunately, the strikers are stationed in Azkaban, and they are well paid, with high benefits and benefits. In addition, the Ministry of Magic has always been a bad person and uses people who can be used to death. They, the strikers, have no choice but to leave.

Place to go.

The wizarding world is not big to begin with, and it is impossible to find a job with such a good salary.

"Very good, I think so too."

The batter who went outside to call for help said to Walker: "Whose turn is it to treat this time? It's you, Walker.

Let's go to the Leaky Cauldron and have some fun,

If anyone has chocolate, give me a piece."

Walker said "hmm" casually. He was very tired, but he didn't dare to sleep. Many experiences told him that sleeping at this time would only make people more tired and produce a "ghost-pressing" effect.

They need to have fun and indulge. The Ministry of Magic has a permanent private room in the Leaky Cauldron, which is a work benefit for these thugs stationed in Azkaban.

"Very good, let's go."

He said lazily that none of them had any plans to return to the Ministry of Magic now. They planned to drink and have fun all night long and feel the joy of life.

At this moment, two black smoke fell from the sky!

Someone Apparated!

These batters never thought that someone would attack them at this time!

In the cat-and-mouse game, the cat always catches the mouse, and the mouse will bite the cat back!

Their sluggish brains didn't even realize what was happening before they saw those two faces that were very familiar to them.

Du Wei strode forward. He didn't have a magic wand, but he was brave and fearless. The first moment he appeared in human form, he rushed towards these attackers!

"Armor protection!"

"Armor protection!"

"Armor protection!"

Three golden shields stood in front of him, and Sirius was even more direct. Facing these people, he raised his knife and dropped it, casting a petrification curse, falling unconscious, Expelliarmus, and all kinds of spells flying around!

How could these extremely tired batters be the opponents of these two fierce men? As soon as Walker raised his wand, he was struck by a spell from Sirius and flew away.

Du Wei took a long stride forward, and several magic spells hit the shield and bounced out, injuring one of their own!

He punched the beaters in the stomach and told them to vomit out all their dinner from yesterday!