The draw starts from Azkaban

Chapter 4 He's at Hogwarts
Time does not know how long has passed.

Du Wei is full of old fists on Sirius.

The fist is a little weak.

[User: Du Wei Jones (pseudonym)
Cards learned:
[Fuchsia (Level 1)] (Blue Treasure)

[Armor and Body Protection (Level 1)] (White Normal)
[Fainted (Level 1)] (White Normal)*2
[Araho Cave (Level 1)] (White Normal)*2
name: none
Mana: 10
Magical Essence: 0
Duel Point: 1]

Du Wei leaned against the wall with difficulty.

He found that the falling of these cards is not all irregular.

The more common, common and commonly used cards for Sirius, the more they drop.

For example, the opening of the Araho hole is a very common spell, which is used to open the door lock.

Du Wei did not know why Sirius was so obsessed with sliding the door to pick the lock.

The cards that fell out had too many Araho holes.

As for dueling points and magic points, magic essence, Du Wei does not care what it is.

His brain, under the ravages of Dementors, could only think in a single thread.

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

Du Wei said that chronic malnutrition has left him with little energy to fight.

He was a little drowsy.

Sirius Black's expression was very exciting, and he rubbed his hands, a little uneasy.

In the first few questions, he did not dare to ask this question.

But now, he rubs his hands together, his gray pupils stare at Dewey uneasy, and he asks with some panic and some longing: "Harry Potter, James' son, is he doing well? Is he still alive?"

Even though he knew that what he was asking might be nonsense, and that he would also be punched for this nonsense, Sirius asked involuntarily.

He wants a definite answer.

"Yes, that's right, he's alive, the boy who survived, um, the child of the prophecy, he's doing well, studying at Gryffindor at Hogwarts."

Du Wei said that he was too lazy to lift his eyelids, so he punched Sirius with great effort and dropped a card again.

[Except your weapon (level 1)]

[Except your weapon: I see, I use, I disarm.A wizard without a wand is like a tiger without teeth, this is the most brilliant spell in a duel, trust me]

["Hey, you Dumbledore's Army will not use other spells besides your weapons?"]

Du Wei saw this spell and took it back.

Sirius continued to ask as if there was no pain: "Peter Pettigrew, you said he was still alive, why?
I clearly remember that I killed him. "

This is the question he has always wanted to know.

"He turned into an ugly, dirty rat and hid at the Weasleys.

You know, no one cares about a rat, especially no one knows he's an unregistered Animagus,
He blew up a street back then and turned into a rat and ran away from the gutter. "

Du Wei said, Sirius Black probed over and asked Du Wei to punch.

【Fainted (Level 1)】

[Passed out: There are no waste spells, only wizards who can't use them]

["Hey, you Dumbledore's Army can't use other spells besides fainting?"]

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 Du Wei said something true or false.

Most of Sirius's questions are about Harry Potter.

Du Wei felt that with his conversation, Sirius became more and more energetic.

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

Du Wei was noncommittal about this, he continued to ask Sirius to ask questions, and then beat him.

About three days have passed.

It is calculated from the frequency of the beater delivering meals.

Sirius felt that Du Wei's fist was completely weak and weak, as if stroking.

Du Wei fell into a deep despair.

He even played out the purple card and shapeshifting, but 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.

Bloody Sirius.

Looking at this dark world, a person who chatted for three days.

Du Wei was a little out of control.

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

Conscience always comes when it shouldn't. "

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

You are the person who has spoken the most since I entered Azkaban. "

He said.

Sirius is similar, he is as thin as a skeleton, but his eyes are extraordinarily bright.

"You are not the worst among the Death Eaters."

"But definitely the dumbest."

Duwey said, "Tom was a good leader, a natural lunatic, a powerful wizard, but Voldemort was not.

Voldemort's soul fragments are too many, they are crazy.

Aha, the greatest potions expert of the century, Parseltongue, master of transfiguration, and one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time, to be what he is now is truly a shame.

Also, I'm not a Death Eater. "

For Du Wei to call the Dark Lord's name, Sirius is not surprised, he even thinks that he has wronged Du Wei.

He was wronged, just like himself.

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

Sirius said that he was caught in a wrongful way.

"Yeah, when I go out, I will kill them all, a group of wine bags and rice bags."

Dewey said, "The same goes for Voldemort, I wouldn't be here without Voldemort, and I wouldn't be here without those idiots at the Ministry of Magic.

These idiots are going to pay for this! "

Du Wei gritted his teeth and said, even if he knew that he was going to kill Voldemort now, it was far from impossible, but he still had to set up a goal for himself.

A person without faith cannot survive in Azkaban.

During the exchange, Sirius felt more and more that Du Wei was wronged, and that no die-hard Death Eater would promise to kill Voldemort.

However, some of what Du Wei said was too shocking.

"Rest and rest, we will always leave."

Sirius said that he did not know whether he was comforting Du Wei or comforting himself.

He thought Du Wei was joking.

Du Wei is not kidding, he really thinks so.

After a meal, Du Wei just punched Sirius twice, and suddenly there were footsteps outside them.

"Call God Guard!"

The warm breath came, Sirius and Du Wei involuntarily let out a groan.

This feeling is really comfortable.

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

The Patronus Spell is not a very bad spell, and even many adult wizards may not be able to cast this spell.

Among the hitters of the Ministry of Magic, there are not many people who can hold the Patronus Charm.

Most of them are on duty on the Azka liner.

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

"Why are you here?"

The hitman saw that there was one more person in the prison, and gave Du Wei another look.

Du Wei didn't speak, he smiled "hehehe", and spit blood from the batter.

The hitter didn't care about this little thing. He waved his wand and shaved Sirius' beard and hair, making him neat and tidy, even wiping the blood off his face.

Some people found newspapers and magazines from the outside and put them inside. Even the blood on Du Wei's leg was cleaned by a special person.

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

"Oh, oh, look at our hard-working batter, what are you doing, little cutie?
Does the Ministry of Magic also do face projects?
Let me guess, is there any big shot coming to Azkaban?
Hmmm, you little cuties doing cleaners for the big guys? "

The striker cast a curse on Du Wei at will, and the fire was so hot that Du Wei's body seemed to be scalded by magma, and huge abscesses grew out!

"Don't talk nonsense, you disgusting maggot."

The hitter said, "Next time you talk, I'll make you never speak, and I'll make your tongue jump out and run away."

Du Wei endured the pain, looked at the wand and said, "Hmm, the apple wood wand, ten and one-third inches long, I have a crush on your wand, one day, your wand will be in my hand, Bloom as it should."

Du Weiwei said with a smile.

The striker glanced at Du Wei again and turned to leave.

Azkaban's cemetery, there will always be a place for these rude people.

No one likes to be threatened.

The same goes for the batter.

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

Sirius grabbed the newspapers.

It was a piece of the Daily Prophet.

His eyes were glued to the Daily Prophet, and he couldn't take them away any longer.

In the Daily Prophet, there is a picture of the Weasleys.

Behind them, is the Egyptian pyramid, but at this moment, Sirius doesn't care about anything.

He didn't pay attention to what was written in the text.

He lay on the newspaper almost greedily, looking at the boy of the Weasley family.

To be precise, his eyes fell on Ron Weasley's shoulder.

On his shoulder, there is a fat, greasy rat.

The most important thing is that this mouse is missing a finger.

Ron Weasley's pet, Scabbers.

No matter what, even in death, Sirius would never mistake a mouse.

"Peter, Peter, I found you, Peter."

He re-read the text and found the little boy's name.

"He's Harry's classmate."

"Peter is still alive."

Sirius suppressed his pain, joy and worry.

"He's at Hogwarts," he kept telling himself, "I'm going out, I'm going to protect Harry, he's at Hogwarts, he's at Hogwarts!"

(End of this chapter)