The card draw starts in Azkaban

Four, he's at Hogwarts

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Du Wei used his old punches on Sirius.

The fist is a little weak.

[User: Dewey Jones (pseudonym)

Cards learned:

[Upside Down Golden Bell (Level 1)] (Blue Treasure)

[Armor Protection (Level 1)] (White Ordinary)

[Fainted (Level 1)] (White Normal)*2

[Alaho Cave Opening (Level 1)] (White Ordinary)*2

Title: None

Magic value: 10

Magic Essence:0

Duel point: 1]

Du Wei leaned against the wall with difficulty.

He discovered that the falling of these cards was not completely irregular.

The more common, common and commonly used cards by Sirius, the more they will be dropped.

For example, Alajo Cave Opening is a very common spell used to open door locks.

Duwei didn't know why Sirius was so obsessed with sliding the door and picking the lock.

The cards that fell out had too many Alajo holes open.

As for duel points, magic values, and magic essence, Du Wei didn't care what they were.

His brain, ravaged by the dementors, could only think in a single thread.

"You ask, what's the question? It doesn't matter, just ask."

Du Wei said that long-term malnutrition left him with no extra energy to fight.

He was a little drowsy.

Sirius Black looked very sad. He rubbed his hands, feeling a little uneasy.

He didn't dare to ask this question in the first few questions.

But now, he rubbed his hands and stared at Duwei uneasily with his gray pupils, asking with some panic and longing: "Harry Potter, James' son, is he doing well? Is he still alive?"

Although he knew that what he asked might be nonsense, and he would be punched for such nonsense, Sirius still asked involuntarily.

He wants a definite answer.

"Yes, that's right, he is still alive, the Boy-Who-Lived, ahem, the child of the prophecy. He is doing well and studying in Gryffindor House at Hogwarts."

Du Wei said, without even bothering to raise his eyelids, he punched Sirius hard and another card fell.

[Expelliarmus (Level 1)]

[Expelliarmus: I see it, I use it, I disarm it. A wizard without a wand is like a tiger without teeth. This is the most brilliant spell in a duel, believe me]

["Hey, Dumbledore's Army doesn't use any other spells besides disarming you?"]

Du Wei saw this spell and took it back.

Sirius continued to ask as if there was no pain: "Peter Pettigrew, you said he is still alive, why?

I clearly remember that I killed him."

This was the question he had always wanted to know.

"He turned into an ugly, dirty rat and hid in the Weasley house.

You know, no one cares about a rat, especially if no one knows he's an unregistered animagus,

He blew up a street and turned into a rat and ran away from the gutter."

Du Wei said, Sirius Black poked his head over and asked Du Wei to punch him.

[Fainted (Level 1)]

[Fainted: There are no useless spells, only wizards who don’t know how to use them]

["Hey, you Dumbledore's Army don't know how to use other spells besides falling unconscious?"]

Seeing this card, Du Wei put it away numbly and continued to ask Sirius to ask questions.

On this day, Sirius asked a lot of questions, and some of what Du Wei said was true and some were false.

Most of Sirius's questions were about Harry Potter.

Du Wei could feel that as he talked, Sirius became more and more energetic.

"I can't stay here," he said to himself, "I want to kill this traitor!"

Du Wei refused to comment, he continued to ask Sirius to ask questions, and then beat him.

About three days passed.

It is deduced from the frequency of meal delivery by the beater.

Sirius felt that Duwei's fist was completely weak, as if he was stroking.

Du Wei fell into deep despair.

He even played Zika and Apparition, but the Animagus still didn't appear.

More importantly, he felt that he had a friend in this dark prison.

Damn friendship always appears when it shouldn't.

For example, now.

Sirius's face was covered in blood.

Looking at this dark world, there is a person who has been chatting for three days.

Du Wei was a little reluctant to take action.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have chosen this condition, and I shouldn't have had a conscience.

Conscience always appears when it shouldn't."

Du Wei said, he looked at Sirius's face and said, "I don't want to beat you anymore.

You are the person I talked to the most after entering Azkaban."

he said.

Sirius was similar, he was as thin as a skeleton, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

"You are not the most hateful among Death Eaters."

"But definitely the stupidest."

Du Wei then said, "Tom is an excellent leader, a born lunatic, and a powerful wizard, but Voldemort is not.

Voldemort had so many soul fragments that he went crazy.

Aha, it's really sad that the greatest potions expert of this century, the Parseltongue wizard, the master of transfiguration, and one of the most powerful dark wizards in history, has become like this.

Also, I'm not a Death Eater."

Sirius was not surprised that Du Wei called the Dark Lord by his first name. He even felt that he had wronged Du Wei.

He was wronged, just like himself.

"Those idiots at the Ministry of Magic always do the wrong things."

Sirius said, he was wrongfully arrested.

"Yeah, when I get out, I'll kill them all, they're just a bunch of losers."

Duwei said, "The same goes for Voldemort. Without Voldemort, I wouldn't be here, and without those idiots from the Ministry of Magic, I wouldn't be here either.

These idiots have to pay the price for this!"

Du Wei gritted his teeth and said, even though he knew that he was far from able to kill Voldemort now, he still had to set a goal for himself.

People without faith cannot survive in Azkaban.

During the exchange, Sirius felt more and more that Duwei was wronged. No die-hard Death Eater would dare to kill Voldemort.

But what Du Wei said was a bit too shocking.

"Just rest, we will leave eventually."

Sirius said, he didn't know whether he was comforting Duwei or himself.

He thought Duwei was joking.

Du Wei was not joking, he really thought so.

After finishing their meal, Du Wei had just punched Sirius twice when footsteps suddenly came from outside them.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The warm breath hit their faces, and Sirius and Duwei groaned involuntarily.

This feeling is so comfortable.

It's like soaking your whole body in a hot spring.

The Patronus Charm is not a very bad spell. Even many adult wizards may not be able to cast this spell.

Among the strikers of the Ministry of Magic, there are not many who know the Patronus Charm.

Most of them are on duty in Azkaban.

The door was pushed open and a beater walked in. He waved his wand and cast magic with some disgust to change the environment here.

"Why are you here?"

The beater saw that there was one more person in the prison and took another look at Du Wei.

Du Wei didn't say anything. He smiled "hehehe" and gave the batter a mouthful of blood.

Striker didn't care about this little thing. He waved his wand and shaved Sirius's beard and hair, making him look neat and tidy. Even the blood on his face was wiped clean.

Someone found newspapers and periodicals from outside and put them inside. Even the blood stains on Du Wei's legs were cleaned by special personnel.

Du Wei looked at this scene and couldn't help but sneered.

"Oh oh oh, look at our hard-working batter, what are you doing, little cutie?

Does the Ministry of Magic also engage in face-saving projects?

Let me guess, is there someone important coming to Azkaban?

Uh-huh, you little cuties are working as cleaners for the big shots?"

The striker casually cast a curse on Du Wei. The fire was so hot that Du Wei's body felt as if it had been burned by lava, and huge abscesses grew out!

"Stop talking nonsense, you disgusting maggot."

The beater said, "Next time you speak, I will make you unable to speak forever. I will make your tongue jump out and run away."

Du Wei endured the pain, looked at the wand and said, "Hmm, applewood wand, ten and one-third inches long. I've fallen in love with your wand. One day, your wand will be in my hand.

Bloom with the brilliance it should have.”

Du Wei said with a strange smile.

The batter glanced at Du Wei again, turned around and left.

There will always be a place for these disrespectful people in Azkaban's cemetery.

No one likes to be threatened.

The same goes for hitters.

Throwing the newspaper in front of them, the striker threw Du Wei out.

Sirius grabbed the newspapers.

That's a copy of the Daily Prophet.

His eyes were glued to the Daily Prophet, and he could no longer look away.

In the Daily Prophet, there is a photo of the Weasley family.

Behind them were the Egyptian pyramids, but at this moment, Sirius didn't care about anything.