Chapter 62 61. The Silent Island
The gray mist is filled with dead despair.
Tall creatures covered in tattered black robes roamed the island, guarding the old castle in the middle of the island together.
Under the scouring of time, the castle looks extremely dilapidated, the mottled stone walls are covered with black moss, bathed in the sea breeze, like withered arms protruding from the wall, standing between sin and death struggle.
Looking at the two dementors floating side by side from the corridor, Lupine, with a pale face, breathed steadily, stepped lightly on the black stone slab, and walked to the deepest cell in the prison.
Strangely, no one was imprisoned in the prison, but a big dog with pure black hair was lying inside.
The keen perception made the black dog aware of the movement outside the iron railing. He opened his fierce eyes, and after seeing Lupin, his eyes became calm again.
The black dog's body was writhing, and almost in the blink of an eye, a tall, strong, fair-skinned man with a pair of striking gray eyes appeared in the prison.
"The interval between your visits this time is too short." Sirius said casually.
He didn't seem to be affected by those dementors. He didn't feel the slightest bit of sadness and despair, but was full of activity and restlessness.
Lupine seemed to be in poor condition. Apart from his pale face, he seemed to have exhausted a lot of physical strength. His breathing was obviously much faster than normal people, and his bloodless hands were trembling slightly.
"I can't help it. I came out of the cave just after experiencing the full moon last night. There are a lot of news from outside. There are also many things on the island to let you know. If it wasn't for the wrong time, I should have come here last night. .”
Sitting on the yellow straw, Sirius raised his eyebrows.
"Let me guess, if it makes you come in such a hurry, is there more good things or more bad things."
"Dedalus died in prison."
The scene fell silent.
It was so quiet that only the breathing of two people could be heard.
Sirius, who was sitting casually, tensed up for some reason, his gray eyes stared at Lupin like this, and his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Obviously you told me the last time you came, he was doing really well!"
"Yes, he was really good, but at that time he was going crazy." Lupine's already short breathing became more erratic now, "he would cry and laugh, and say himself In pain, he wanted to die, but after a while he said that he must hold on and go home to visit his mother."
"When I went to see him the day before yesterday, he couldn't hold it anymore. I brought him a lot of chocolates and puddings that he liked, but he was lying on the ground and couldn't even sit up. He could only keep repeating, He wants to see his mother."
Lupine's voice trembled, and he could only finish his words here. Sirius clenched his fists tightly, and he desperately suppressed his voice, as if he had exhausted all his strength to say this sentence.
"67! When we came here, there were 67 of our people imprisoned here! Now that De Dalo is dead, there are 42 left! Counting Hesjia and the others who were arrested later! In the past three years, those who Animals sucked to death 28 people! 28 people! 28 lives!"
In the end, he seemed to control his emotions, as if he covered the pot with boiling water, covering up all the irritability, and asked in a calm to weird voice.
"How is the current progress?"
Lupine took a deep breath.
"Another year?"
"This time is just right. According to our previous estimates, we will be able to complete all the preparations almost in the spring of next year."
"Why not earlier?"
"Don't forget, if you start early without meeting expectations, what are the consequences of failure?" He stared into Sirius' eyes, "There are so many people who are counting on us, we have been encouraging them to persevere until now, don't let What they end up waiting for is despair."
Sirius fell silent, and Lupine also looked quietly at the gray stone wall without windows on the other side of the prison.
Azkaban is quiet today, but it won't stay that quiet forever.
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Hogwarts summer vacation has begun.
But in fact, for the vast majority of students, there is no difference whether they have summer vacation or not. They are already homeless, and even if they have no courses to take, they have to stay in the carriage.
Among the freshmen who will not be freshmen in two months, Ron and Neville can still have a home to return to, and Justin and Lavender can only spend this summer in the car.
Just when they thought Jon was the same, on the evening of the third day after the final exam, when the students gathered in the restaurant for dinner, Dumbledore took Jon out of the carriage without disturbing anyone.
Their appearance at this time is not what they used to be.
Dumbledore's Transfiguration has reached the point of perfection, even the title of Transformation Master is not worthy of his level of Transfiguration.
No need to use any potion as an aid, just relying on the spell itself, he directly changed the appearance of himself and Jon completely.
They all have the appearance of a middle-aged wizard, without any distinctive features. They belong to the kind of popular faces that are basically forgotten subconsciously after a glance.
After being sent off the carriage by Hagrid in a field, Jon asked suspiciously.
"Professor, how do we get to our destination?"
"Use apparation, but apparation can't let us fall directly to the destination. Wherever there are a large number of wizards, the starting point and landing point of apparation are also strictly monitored. We need to wait for the carriage to go far away. , and then pick a location not far from the destination."
He explained softly, and reminded me by the way.
"Don't forget, don't call me a professor from now on, you are Jack, I am Williams, we are brothers, my mother is a Muggle wizard, my father is pure-blooded, and we ourselves are half-blooded."
Jon nodded.
"Don't worry, Williams, I have already written down the information you prepared in the carriage."
Estimating the time, Dumbledore grabbed Jon's arm.
"There is a high probability that we won't need these things, but preparing in advance can always be in case." He waved his wand while speaking.
"Apparition."
The next moment, the figures of the two twisted and disappeared into the air. At the same time, in a deserted alley in London, the pair of "wizard brothers" regrouped.
(end of this chapter)