The card draw starts in Azkaban

Duwei held a toy rabbit in his hand and wandered around Black's house. Sirius Black looked unlucky, and he was attacked by curses several times - he said that there were dark things in many places in his house.

It's magic!

Next to Du Wei was Kreacher, who was arrogant and arrogant. Kreacher muttered in his mouth: "Thieves, liars, trash and other dirty words."

Duwei arrested Kreacher, and before the confrontation, he asked Black if he would mind if he was disrespectful to the Black family.

Sirius: "..."

He watched Dowey Jones get down on all fours, putting himself on the same level as Kreacher, and then cursed loudly.

Kreacher was stunned.

The poor house elf had a cognitive error for a moment. In his memory, even the most despicable mudblood did not behave like this.

But the wizard in front of him completely overturned his understanding.

He brought himself and Kreacher to a level and faced off against the enemy!

Kreacher was frightened! How could he be the opponent of Dowey Jones? Dewey Jones had beautiful words and clear thoughts, and more importantly, he looked crazy like a biting mad dog.

He rushed towards Kreacher on all fours!

Kreacher lost!

This man with no moral character bared his teeth and tried to bite Dowey Jones, but was knocked unconscious by Dowey Jones.

After clapping his hands, Dowey Jones said disappointedly: "It's just that."

Beside him, Sirius looked strangely in his eyes, and Dobby looked frightened.

"I'm hungry."

Du Wei suddenly said, Dobby became happy.

"Dobby made dinner!"

he said excitedly.

"Thank you, Mr. Dobby."

Duwei put a saliva towel on himself and said to Mr. Dobby: "Can you leave Mr. Kreacher aside? But please give Mr. Kreacher some dinner, the same as ours."

He said to Dobby: "Deliberately make it smaller. I mean, chop the good bread into pieces so that it looks like scraps. Cut the minced meat and vegetables into smaller pieces, and mix them all together to make them look like scraps."

It tastes like leftovers."

"Dobby understands."

Dobby happily followed Duwei's words, and Duwei also came to the table. The atmosphere here became joyful again - eating food with a complaining mood is a blasphemy against food.

It is also a blasphemy against Dobby.

Dobby made a table of food, and Sirius' eyebrows finally relaxed.

He also hasn't had a good meal in a long time.

Du Wei also played some music by the way.

"elegant!"

he said.

He stuffed the bacon into his mouth and ate it to his heart's content. The two of them also ate it as if there were wild dogs nearby that were robbing them of their food.

Both of them have a trait, that is, they eat like crazy when there is food.

This is one of the sequelae of Azkaban.

Because in Azkaban, you only have so much time to eat, if you don't eat the food at a specific time.

Then I'm sorry, you will be hungry for the rest of the time.

Sometimes, the Dementors and Strikers would forget to deliver food, and Sirius barely survived by eating rats.

Duwei ate the food quickly. While eating, he asked Mr. Dobby to eat the food with him, but Mr. Dobby refused.

Du Wei didn't force it, he ate the food quickly, even dipping the bread into the plate and eating it clean.

There wasn't any oil or water left.

The same goes for Sirius.

They can't stand a little bit of waste.

Sirius finished his dinner with satisfaction and collapsed on his chair.

Duwei played with the Slytherin box around his neck.

He eats less, because if he eats too much, I'm sorry, he has stomach problems. The life in Azkaban gave him a severe blow to his stomach. He has acid reflux in his esophagus and often has burning pain in his stomach.

, if he eats too much, he will suffer more.

"What is that?"

Sirius asked as he watched him caress the box.

"That's proof that your brother is a hero."

Du Wei gently stroked the box and said.

When he talked about this younger brother, Sirius had a very indifferent expression on his face, as if Dowey Jones was talking about someone who had nothing to do with him.

"I'm afraid you have some misunderstandings about my brother."

Sirius continued to respond.

"Regulus Black, Regulus, misunderstanding? I have no misunderstanding about your brother."

Du Wei said softly. He took this thing and said, "Do you know what this is? Sirius, this is a Horcrux. This is Voldemort's deepest secret and his Achilles' heel.

This is the ultimate secret to Voldemort's immortality.

Your brother, Regulus Black, is a testament to his heroism."

Duwei stood up and said: "You should be proud of him, Sirius, he is as brave as you, or he is braver than you.

Why do I say that?

Of course it's because I sympathize with him.

You know, the thing I despise the most is justice being covered in dust and darkness raging."

Sirius sneered.

"Are you kidding, Dowey Jones? He is a coward. After he surrendered to Voldemort, he was afraid, so he came back."

"Afraid? Afraid? Aha, scared!"

Du Wei laughed, his voice was loud, and he said tit for tat: "Afraid, my Sirius, what is he afraid of?

He is the oldest wizarding family, his sister is Voldemort's most loyal servant, his classmates, his seniors, and his friends are all Voldemort's confidants, and he has also been entrusted with important tasks by Voldemort.

Such a person, tell me what he is afraid of, my Mr. Sirius.

What do you think this person is afraid of?"

Du Wei was a little hysterical. At this point, his mood became extremely unstable. When he talked about Regulus, it was as if he had seen himself. He projected himself onto Regulus. He was already a bastard.

Now, he understands that the path he takes next will always be lonely.

He has nothing left to lose.

Including soul and body.

But Regulus was different.

Regulus is already dead.

But some people still know his name, and some people can erect a monument to him.

Duwe can erect a monument to Regulus.

Heroes should be remembered!

People should not die as humble as ants.

"He's a hero, Sirius, and I'll prove it to you!"

Du Wei said confidently.

Sirius looked at Du Wei like this and did not provoke him any more.

"You might need a drink."

He poured a glass of wine and handed it to Dowey Jones. In the old Blake house, there was a wine cellar specifically for collecting wine. He hoped that through alcohol, he could calm Dowey Jones down.

Dewey Jones drank the wine in one gulp, and then, with his face flushed, he sat in his seat. He looked at the ceiling. After a while, he let out a strange laugh of "hehe" and "hehe".

What the hell is going on?

Sirius glanced at Dobby Jones suspiciously and then at Dobby, who also stood cautiously beside Mr. Dobby.

He also felt that something was wrong.

Du Wei smiled strangely "hehehe",

Dobby also stood beside Du Wei. After carefully investigating the situation for a long time, Dobby looked very strange.

"Mr. Duwei, he drank too much."

Dobby said hesitantly.

Sirius picked up his wine glass, sniffed the wine inside carefully, and took a sip. After confirming that this was the kind he usually drank, he looked at Dowey Jones with serious eyes.

He made sure that he did not release any magic in this drink. So, the world's most famous Dowey Jones turned out to be such a person.

He fell down after just one cup?

Sirius couldn't help but laugh. He took a sip of wine and felt refreshed.

Oh.

Dewey Jones.

The night is dark.

Sirius Black struggled to lift Duwei up and threw him in his bedroom. Sirius Black's bedroom was as rebellious as his own. In his room, the color scheme showed the gold and red of Gryffindor.

, such a color is a strange place in the old Black house with extremely gloomy colors.

After leaving Duwei on the bed, Blake breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands and prepared to leave.

But before he left, Sirius frowned.

He seemed to hear something.

He turned back and looked at the box on Du Wei's chest. Unknowingly, his eyes were fixed on the box, and he felt that the box seemed to have a special magic power.

It kept talking and trying to communicate with itself. It whispered in Sirius's ear, trying to tell him to get closer to this thing.

That kind of sound was like someone holding a quill stick and gently stirring his earlobes, making him want to do something but stop.

It feels unbearable.

Slowly, without Sirius even noticing, he approached the box and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

Just when Sirius tilted his head and stretched out his hand, his eyes were all fixed on the box.

A hand firmly grasped Sirius' wrist.

Sirius reacted suddenly.

Dowey Jones wakes up.

He stared at Sirius, then gently let go of his hand.

"Next time you'd better stay away from me when I'm sleeping."

Du Wei smiled playfully: "I like killing people best when I'm sleeping."

Sirius withdrew his hand. For some reason, after Du Wei woke up, the box on his chest immediately stopped making noise. It seemed to be a good baby, hanging quietly on Du Wei's chest, motionless.

Just like it was not the one who deceived others before.

But it was well-behaved, and Du Wei still didn't let him go.

Duwei tapped it with his magic wand and was extremely excited.

He put the box to his mouth and asked loudly: "Is it you who spoke just now? Is it you? Is it you? Riddle, Riddle, Riddle, can you hear me? Am I talking?

Can I speak? Can you answer me? Answer me? Answer me?"

Sirius saw that Duwei was like a tireless repeater. He put down the box on his chest, tapped it with his wand, and squatted beside the bed, asking and asking again and again, with a look of excitement on his face.

Sirius didn't know whether Voldemort was in trouble or not.

But he did feel extremely troubled.

His blood pressure is high.

Perhaps it wasn't just his blood pressure that was high, he even felt shuddering.

If he was tortured like this.

I'm afraid he has already gone crazy.

And at this moment.

Germany, mountains.

Voldemort heard the demonic voice filling his ears again.

Yes, again, again!

Yes again!

"ah!"

Hearing this annoying sound, he once again let out an angry shout. Beside him, an unlucky wizard was easily killed by him. After losing his thoughts (Harry Potter's blood), Voldemort

The strength has grown by leaps and bounds.

He has reached a certain level of strength now!

At least this time when Du Wei saw him, he wouldn't hurt him easily.

Seeing the crazy Voldemort, several wizards around him subconsciously knelt in front of him.

"My lord, why are you angry?"

they asked in horror.

Voldemort did not dare to speak. He covered his bare head with both hands and forcibly sealed his brain with Occlumency, telling himself that he could not hear Duwei's voice. He could not understand that the fragments of his soul were attached to the dead object.

, how did you hear such a noisy sound?

Mental pollution!

If he had a choice, he would rather become deaf than suffer such mental torture.

In the mountains, green light flashes!

Voldemort is impotent and furious!

But the person over there seemed to be mentally ill, and he didn't think it was normal at all - constantly calling other people's names and screaming like crazy without stopping.

The person on the other side kept calling for about ten minutes!

Voldemort also endured it for more than ten minutes!

It's not just Voldemort.

Because of the resurgence of Voldemort's power, the other Horcruxes, here we are talking about two living creatures, Nagini and Harry Potter, were also affected.

Under Duwei's magic voice, Nagini frantically knocked over several big trees and swallowed the wizard.

As for Harry Potter? He passed out in Hogwarts. Hagrid and Lupine looked at him worriedly, and saw Harry lying on the ground. He kept saying: "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort,

Are you there, are you there, are you there?”

Lupine, Hagrid: "???"