This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

'hiss…'

As soon as he stepped into the depths of Azkaban, Andrew felt that something was slowly draining from his body.

"Usually the dementors outside the ministry will go to the other side to avoid too serious impacts, but there is no way inside - after all, there is a need for defense."

The Auror who led the way introduced it like this.

In fact, he didn't need an introduction - Andrew saw the dementors easily - their entire... entire existence looked like a tattered gray cloth suspended in the air.

The first time he saw it, Andrew felt like he was being drenched from head to toe by the late autumn lake water. It exposed a small piece of dry and disgusting arm-like existence, as if it had been painted with some ointment. Just looking at it made me feel that the smell must make people despair.

‘How to deal with it? ’

This thought came to Andrew's mind almost instantly - why is there such an uncomfortable existence?

Almost all the things he could do with the transformation technique appeared in his mind, but it was of no help - it was floating in the air, and the disgusting smell clearly told Andrew that most of them Transfiguration is just a weak wind in front of it...

"This way, Mr. Taylor..."

Just as Andrew was thinking rapidly, the assistant minister pulled him calmly, "We have to hurry up, this is not a good place."

"Okay, I'm just curious..."

Andrew quickly restrained his inappropriate thoughts - Dementors are the top non-staff thugs of the Ministry of Magic. If he doesn't want to cause embarrassment, it's better not to speak out his thoughts.

The leading beater quickly led them around to the middle area. In front of a cell door that didn't look very strong, he finally saw the final target of the trip - Sirius Black.

It is worth mentioning that there is a cell near here that is occupied by dementors, and they obviously regard this as their own nest.

"here we go again?"

In the innermost prison, a man with messy hair and a messy beard stood up and greeted them calmly - this was very unusual. After Andrew entered the inner layer, he only saw madmen and dementors. , and Black, who was previously known as the number one Death Eater, had no influence at all...

If Andrew hadn't personally participated in the interrogation, Andrew might have supported Barty Crouch's point of view...

"Yes, but this time we brought good news..."

The assistant minister next to Andrew stood up and said, "Our people discovered another hidden secret in the original case and captured the fugitive prisoner Peter Pettigrew..."

"If there is no hidden secret, I should be squatting in Azkaban until..."

When the name Peter Pettigrew appeared, Andrew saw him go from calm to crazy - the weak prison door grew extremely sharp spikes the moment it was touched, but Blake seemed to have no feeling at all. Same.

"Where is he? He is still alive? How dare he be alive?"

Pettigrew, who was originally escorted at the end of the team, curled up almost instantly - he had been tortured before and had no strength at all. He even had the tendency to break away from the attacker at this moment, but he was pulled there by the attacker like a dead dog in just one moment. .

'Damn it...these arms and legs don't look like the original ones...'

The alarmed Andrew suddenly discovered the secret in the torn clothes, and the pressure brought by Black was almost swept away... Even in Azkaban, he instantly became energetic.

"I'm afraid not. We understand your feelings, Mr. Black," the assistant minister said as if he didn't notice anything, "but he has to die of old age in Azkaban before you can leave legally."

"There's no need to leave, just put him in. That's enough. Really, you don't need anything, just put him in."

Black's voice was trembling, but no one would doubt his determination - as long as Peter was let in, he could stay happily in Azkaban until his death.

"This is not okay, Mr. Black. The Ministry will compensate you for the suffering you suffered in Azkaban, but it will definitely not include harming another wizard."

"Give him to me!"

The prison door was shaken by bloody hands and rattled. Obviously, communication failed.

"Are you coming?"

Andrew heard the whispered instructions.

The additional requirements for a thousand Galleons are really many...

Andrew rolled his eyes silently in his mind, took two steps forward, and lowered his voice after making sure that he would not be attacked at a distance, "You have to leave, Mr. Black, James Potter's son Harry Potter is waiting. you."

"James...James' son..."

Sirius began to soften, muttering under his breath before regaining his composure.

"How is he doing?"

"There was a car accident a few days ago. Fortunately, everyone is fine."

"What? Take me to see him!"

? ? ?

So effective?

No...you put it on those guys...I'm afraid you'll be questioned and you don't want Harry...or anything.

Andrew nodded behind him. The striker stepped forward and opened the door with his wand. Blake, who was still wounded, came out and rushed towards Pettigrew, but was knocked unconscious by a stun spell from Huffman, who was well prepared. The ground is gone.

"The professor told me to knock him unconscious and take him back when I see him."

Huffman raised his eyebrows, looking proud.

He had grown up listening to the stories of the great Death Eater Sirius, so it was a good sign to successfully take down one of them before the adventure even started.

"It's also... trouble-free."

The Auror who was born in Gryffindor nodded - Hogwarts important people, they were the ones who caused the fainting. This is the best thing, as it saves the hassle later.

"Let's go, I have no intention of eating here."

——

The return trip went smoothly.

They took the boat back to the shore, wrote a letter to the school, then drove to Hogsmeade, and finally the carriage took them back to the school.

Everything was fine except that it was already past lunch time.

Fortunately, after getting out of the car, they saw Professor McGonagall and Percy standing guard over there.

"Everything is safe...very good, Taylor, Huffman." The professor observed them first, and then began to thank the Auror and Striker.

"I've always been reliable when I was in school, Professor—can we have a meal? The food at the Ministry is... terrible."

"Of course, Taylor, you take Blake to the school hospital to lie down. Huffman, you go ask the kitchen to add food. Weasley, you take them to eat."

The professor quickly took the assistant minister away to handle the final handover documents, while Andrew fell into silence looking at Sirius who had passed out over there.

Taking him to the hospital alone?

He shook his head and took out his wand and the rope he had brought with him. A long and strong bandage quickly covered Black's body and part of his face.

Then, Andrew closed his eyes and the levitation spell...activated...

——

Perhaps Dumbledore had made all the arrangements before, and there was no trouble in sending Black to the hospital.

Madam Pomfrey skillfully shaved off all his hair and beard (which were full of fleas and lice and had to grow back), and with Andrew's help, she cleaned him up with magic and put him in a new hospital gown. .

'What a skillful cleanup, what a flexible floating spell...'

Andrew was impressed when he discovered that everything took less than ten minutes, and watched with his own eyes as Madam Pomfrey filled him with half a portion of life and death water and three portions of different nutrient solutions (he needed a good night's sleep to regain his strength).

'You must never offend Madam Pomfrey. ’

Andrew warned himself like this, and then left quickly - it was none of his business how Dumbledore arranged it. He was in urgent need of a perfect lunch, and it would be even better if there was ice cream!

He happily ran towards the auditorium, had a pleasant meal, and got a considerable amount of ice cream.

However, it wasn't until the meal was over and he stopped thinking about food that he realized something.

The first class in the afternoon is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

And he was already late for most of the class.

'I even forgot to ask for leave... I hope they made it up for me...'

Andrew, who was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, simply closed his eyes and chose to continue on duty - going after half a class and announcing that he was late because he was helping Professor McGonagall?

God, Professor Lockhart's show-off character, God knows what he will say...

——

"Blake is not awake, but Albus has already seen it. He will have arrangements for the evening. The handover has also been completed. Good job this time, Taylor."

"It's just a trip to Azkaban..." Andrew shook his head, "It's really not a place for people."

"Dementors..."

The professor gave a rare nod, "Yes, it is true. Dementors can hardly coexist with normal people."

"Yeah, when I look at them, I feel like I can't cast a spell. It's like meeting a hedgehog and I can't do anything."

"That's true. They are immune to most magic damage and are a collection of all negative emotions. Even in black magic, they are extremely high-end existences."

"Is there no way to deal with them?"

"The Patronus Charm, the simplest and most effective spell - an advanced spell in Defense Against the Dark Arts, can summon a Patronus that cannot be harmed by dementors, thereby driving them away."

"No," Andrew shook his head, "Not that, I meant Transfiguration, Professor."

The Patronus Charm does not belong to the Transfiguration system at all.

He didn't believe that the entire transfiguration system had no way to deal with dementors.

"It's difficult, Taylor, this is not an area you can get into at the moment..."

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, and finally avoided the answer, "The relevant principles are too far away for you, and they are not even part of the knowledge students study in school."

"Not now? That's great, Professor."

Andrew's originally worried heart suddenly relaxed.

That’s fine—it’s just a more difficult problem, then there’s a chance.

If you can't hurt it except for the guardian angel, that would be really disappointing.

——

"Read today's evening paper!"

When night fell, the Evening Prophet began to be delivered frantically by owls.

"Ah, the speeding suspect was arrested!"

"The fugitive was caught many years ago!"

"Sirius Black acquitted? Merlin's beard!"

The thickened newspaper was passed around by the students, and the news spread all over the place. The story about Mr. Weasley's righteous murder of his parents was widely circulated throughout Hogwarts.

"Forehead…"

Harry and Ron looked at each other, you looked at me and I looked at you.

"Dad is really here to catch me?"

"I feel like I didn't see it. Are we too afraid of seeing it wrong?"

"But I remember it was Snape who did it - and then he got sick to this day."

Harry looked at the empty seat on the professor's chair and gloated.

Ron was actually controlled in the speeding incident, and he didn't realize that the guilt caused by this incident was all washed away by gloating.

But the remaining joy quickly dissipated.

As he started flipping through the rest of the newspaper, a small section attached to the inside of the newspaper contained a story that was highly relevant to the speeding incident.

The crimes committed by the arrested prisoner back then were uncovered by reporters, and every word of the news pierced his heart...

‘Are you such a bastard that you deceived your father? ’

'How could he...'

…

"Harry!"

Harry, who was immersed in grief, was suddenly woken up by a shout and realized that the person who came was Percy.

"You come with me, Harry."

"What do you want, Percy? This has nothing to do with Harry."

Ron said anxiously.

"It has nothing to do with that, it's something."

Percy shook his head, "Let's go, Ron...forget it, Ron, just follow."

Only then did Harry notice that Ron's expression was also painful.

——

"You guys are here?"

When Harry was taken to the school hospital, he saw Dumbledore and a man lying on the bed.

"Um."

Harry didn't know what to say. Even if Dumbledore showed up and showed concern, he was still sad.

"Wait a minute... I slept for an afternoon, it should have calmed down a bit."

He gently nodded at the man on the bed - and then Harry realized that the man was a man with only eyebrows left.

"I'm going to kill you!!!"

A shrill but determined cry, and extremely determined actions.

"Here is...here is...ah, James! You bastard!"

The original firm voice turned into a mixture of sadness and joy, but soon it was mixed with doubts.

"Why is Dumbledore here...Who is this red-haired guy?

"Where's that little bastard! Wait...here is..."

"Hogwarts."

Dumbledore added cheerfully.

"Hogwarts? Yes, Hogwarts. Oh, you're not James, you're Harry."

He tried to stand up, but was stopped by several sturdy bandages.

Harry didn't know why, but he stretched out his hand and tried to help him, but unfortunately, he couldn't pull it.

The two of them looked at each other, looked at each other and laughed.

Only then did Harry realize that Dumbledore had left at some point, while Ron looked at the two of them with a panicked look on their faces, giggling.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"No, I'm just...a little happy."

Harry didn't know how to describe the feeling - a true friend to his father, but even more than that.

"Come closer, Harry, come closer, we have a lot to say, a lot, a lot of that... you too, come here, Harry's friend."