304 Jailbreak
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Yun Yin Shen
304 Jailbreak
In the night, the Kuroshio continued to roll up, slapping the reef, and roaring deafeningly.
Thousands of dementors surround Azkaban, floating above the island.
In the dark, these monsters, their figures hidden in black cloaks glowed faintly.
It is a cool white light, bleak.
They hovered, roared, and whispered in the sky, telling stories of pain and despair.
Thick fog shrouded the entire island.
Here, apart from the penetrating light that comes with them, there are only rows of magic lamps hanging on the outer wall of the prison to provide lighting.
But even the outer walls of that magnificent fortress were eroded to a livid brown by the sea moisture.
What's more, most of the lamps that have not been maintained for a long time, most of these magic lamps have long been extinguished, or have simply been swept away by years of storms and broken.
Only dilapidated traces are left, and the strictness of the past can be seen.
The only surviving lamps may be the two octagonal prism-shaped glass lampshades hanging on the left and right corners of the gate of Azkaban Prison.
The magic fire inside is still burning.
It emitted a faint blue light, swaying in the sea breeze.
Dim, swaying!
More penetrating and weird.
This is Azkaban, the safe haven of dementors, and the burial place of evil wizards.
Here the dementors can recklessly extract the 'food' in the air, all of which can be called joyful and happy thoughts, memories.
A cold white mist permeated every corridor in the entire fortress, and the dementors pushed and rushed (every once in a while) into the corridors, facing the criminals in the prison through the iron bars, and raised the faces hidden under the hoods.
From time to time, from under the head, stretch out those rotten, skinny, leather-packed skeleton-like hands, and knock on the iron bars across the prison, so as to hammer the heart of every prisoner, toss the fear, twist the soul, and see if you can extract a trace of happy memories and thoughts of hope.
That long gasping sound came tremblingly from under the black hood...every trace of warmth in the air seemed to be sucked away by that weird breath.
It is a breath that terrifies even all wizards.
With the arrival of the dementors, white fog began to surround the entire prison, the corridors... and the floor of each cell.
Like a rising tide, the more the dementors gathered and approached, the faster they drowned the prisoner in a wave of hopeless mist.
Sirius Black was in this situation for about 12 years.
Blake felt a sudden chill begin to pass over his body.
Breathing seems to be condensed.
- It's time for the dementors to patrol (eat) again.
In order to prevent all the prisoners here from dying in just a few years, the Ministry of Magic specially installed magical heat preservation devices in each room.
Lest the prison really become a killing paradise for dementors.
Thinking darkly, maybe the Ministry of Magic relies on dementors, the murderous watchmen, to torture these dark wizards and spread all kinds of sensational rumors to shape their deterrence and dominance.
Black shook his head, and quickly drove the thought out of his mind, because he knew that if such negative emotions completely occupied his mind, he would have no way to hold on.
Try to let go of your thoughts, keep calm, and not think about anything.
Yes, especially at this momentous moment.
He looked at the green-brown ground.
There was a feeble candle there, flickering and burning brightly. (This is the only source of light in this prison, which is not extinguished all year round, but it cannot be brighter any more)
Next to it was a brass dinner plate, holding a plate of twice the usual amount of food (slices of bread and fried fish steaks, and a stack of clear water with a few kelp leaves floating on top).
Next to the dinner plate was a copy of Zoubaba's newspaper, which looked brand new, but some of the writing was illegible.
It was drenched with Sirius' tears.
Because it is written like this:
【MacGuffin Albert is famous, a good friend of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived...】
"Harry!"
Sirius muttered slightly, feeling a little sour.
This news made him unable to control himself.
He hadn't heard from the outside world for twelve years...and now he knew that James' son, the one he'd handed to Hagrid that night, was still alive.
That's it.
And some parts of the newspaper were scratched by sharp nails, and some were even crumpled to the point of splitting.
That's the photo of the back, especially where the creases are most concentrated around Ron's shoulders.
This made the trace of emotion in his brain occupied by those endless negative emotions.
Especially the idea of being judged and thrown directly into Azkaban to rot... while the real murderer, the traitor, escaped.
He had recognized the mouse just now when he saw the picture.
"Peter Pettigrew!"
He was still alive... the betrayer, the lackey of Voldemort, who was lurking beside this Harry.
The anger in his heart, and the desire for revenge, was burning, especially wanting to protect Harry from being attacked by the whole betrayer, the Death Eaters, making Sirius...
For the first time in 12 years... for the first time, Blake felt power in his heart, in his body.
He is innocent, and killed Peter Pettigrew... These unpleasant thoughts supported Black's extremely weak body and began to burst out with a kind of strength.
A longing to escape here.
suddenly,
--Da da da!
A pungent smell, like the smell of rotting in water, came in from outside the rusty iron bars.
A hand with a length of robe stretched out from the dark corridor,
That strange hand... Thin and scabbed, it seemed to be covered with scorched black skin, and the five fingers were covered with long dark brown nails.
The strange hand tapped and slid on the iron rod with its nails.
--despair! --despair!
——呵!
The owner of the strange hand seems to be thinking, but also seems to be puzzled. It is looking for something.
A dementor stays outside Sirius' prison.
Although Black tried his best to present himself as usual, weak and silent, lying on the cold stone floor with great effort and shivering.
But the dementor was still getting more and more confused. It could feel the prisoner in front of him had a seductive taste deep inside.
It is deeply hidden.
Black knew it was impossible for these dementors to enter the cell, but he was still a little worried.
(The last time the dementors were allowed to enter the cell was during the battle with Voldemort. It was originally intended to intimidate the crazy Death Eaters, but the Aurors who came over did not control the dementors. They rushed in and tore the soul of the screaming Death Eater to pieces. After that, the Ministry of Magic did not allow these guards to enter any cell. They only allowed them to eat through the cell door and iron bars and feel whether the prisoner was alive.)
If the dementors stayed there, all the preparations would be in vain.
The magical power, physical strength, and energy that Black has just accumulated in his body will be absorbed and drained.
He couldn't escape from here either.
Just when Black was considering whether to transform into a big dog in advance, (the dementors are not very able to distinguish the emotions of animals) there was a burst of crazy curses from the prison next to him.
"The Dark Lord will come back, you monsters, quickly seek refuge with the Great Demon King, and release his most loyal servant, otherwise he will burn this place and destroy you."
"Master...Master, are you here?"
"Kill Potter, kill Potter!"
"Idiot Sirius Black... the little boy of the Potter family... Master, I will complete your task... I will kill him."
"Abuzzo Dumbledore..."
Following the yelling of Bellatrix Lestrange in the next cell, the entire prison began to howl again and again.
All kinds of crazy words kept coming with the wind.
--call!
At this time, a gust of sea wind from outside lifted the dementor's black robe and cloak high.
"Woo... Ka, Cha..."
A sharp sound came from under the black hood.
The sound was like the sound of a Muggle machine converging, noisy and harsh.
Blake didn't know what that meant.
But from the rhythm, it can also be felt that this dementor is extremely angry.
It turned the black hood, retracted the bony 'claws' into the folds of the black cloak, and immediately floated in the air, turning like the opposite prison cell.
——The only thing that fear can't scare is probably madness!
Bellatrix Lestrange, the pure-blood, the fanatical follower of Voldemort, the sadist... within a short period of time, he adapted to this place with amazing speed.
She is crazy.
Or in other words, she didn't have many pleasant thoughts in her original head, and this Death Eater's head was full of some kind of sadistic nature.
Not even the dementors can do anything about it.
For example, now, when the dementor who was interrupted to eat angrily rushed to the cell where Bellatrix Lestrange was being held.
It sucked the emotions in the air vigorously, trying to teach her a lesson.
What I didn't expect was...
"what!"
The crazy witch, she attacked directly, and suddenly stuck her head between the iron bars.
Crazy eyes stared at the dementor.
There is no trace of fear, but it seems to be intimidating this monster.
The witch was dark-skinned, with a broad jaw and thick eyelids, staring at the dementor through two thick, swollen black glasses.
Curly, messy hair piled on the head.
The phantom of the past beauty can be vaguely seen from the face.
But now it's just a crazy Death Eater.
The mad witch yelled and repeated - the stupid thing that Voldemort would be back soon.
From time to time, she told herself and answered, expressing her love and longing for Voldemort, completely ignoring that her husband, Rodolph Lestrange, was imprisoned in the next cell.
And even more will poke his head out from the iron bars, threatening the dementors...
Sirius looked at this 'vigorous' mad witch...compared to him,... this kind of Death Eater, a truly evil person seemed to be more able to adapt to this environment.
He actually maintained his physical strength and energy.
Those bureaucratic gentlemen from the Ministry of Magic will never come here to see what is really going on.
Black felt that the Death Eaters here were like a huge powder keg, waiting for Voldemort's comeback all the time, and would become his army again with one order.
And those dementors...
Sure enough, soon a taller dementor with a more rotten smell came over and drove the dementor away.
They didn't pay much attention to it, and the crazy witch poked her head out.
(To a certain extent, dementors can directly absorb the souls of those prisoners who are trying to escape. According to the original rules, this crazy witch should have been executed long ago, but now...)
Sirius was cold inside, and it seemed that the rumors about the last battle with Voldemort were not groundless...
He is trying to recruit these terrifying monsters.
As pairs of dementors patrol 'eating', move on to deeper cells.
Blake knew it was time!
He struggled to shake his bony body, managed to stand up again, and took a last look at the cell where he had been in for 12 years.
It was empty, with nothing left but the walls.
There is a green-brown slate floor, and there is a broken wooden bed in the corner, on which some damp and almost moldy quilts are randomly piled up (it is as hard as a wooden board in winter).
There is a small room in the lower left corner, where is the toilet, and the shower.
Only there is a small iron bar window at a height of more than two meters, which is the only place in this prison that is ventilated with the outside world.
Blake was able to survive until now by looking at the scenery on the sea and insisting on his innocence.
The prison is still clean, and some kind of regular cleaning magic has been cast here.
(The Ministry of Magic was set up together with the magic warmer after a certain "Daily Prophet" interview. In that renovation, they used almost half of the Ministry of Magic Aurors and wizards from various European Ministry of Magic to temporarily drive away the dementors. All this was done)
There is an iron door between the cell and the corridor, which is almost never opened.
The rusty iron bars and a large piece of iron sheet in the middle make up the door.
There is no keyhole, only magic can open it.
So the Ministry of Magic is also very relieved, except for those dementor guards, there will be no wizards here.
(In fact, no wizard is willing to risk being sucked dry by thousands of wizards to stay here...or let alone wizards, even mice and bugs cannot survive here)
Only some moss in the corners of the ceiling that could not be cleaned by magic was the only life that existed besides these prisoners because of the humid sea breeze.
Blake staggered to pick up the food on the plate on the ground, and moved it out of the iron bars one by one.
Lestrange on the opposite side poked his head out, cursing wildly at Black. (The dementors are also not surprised, as if this did not happen)
Black mentally counted down how long the dementors would stay.
In 12 years, he had clearly figured out the habits of these monsters and even the crazy female neighbor.
One last look at the newspaper, especially the one with Pettigrew Peter turning into a mouse.
Strengthened the goals and beliefs in my heart.
"Bella! Bella!"
"Bellatrix... what's that sound? Is Voldemort looking for you in your room!"
For the first time in 12 years, Blake uttered two different voices, one sharp and cold, the other hoarse and weak.
Sure enough, hearing Sirius imitating Voldemort's voice, the crazy witch returned to her room.
Seeing no gaze, Blake knew
——It's time to start!
He bent down and knelt on the ground, screaming in pain.
In the dark corner of the prison, his limbs were twisted and elongated, and black hairs emerged bit by bit from his skin.
The chin and the corners of the mouth are elongated, the fangs grow wildly, the pupils, and the face change drastically with the consumption of magic power.
In the end, he turned into an Animagus.
——a big, skinny black dog with tangled hair all over its body.
Only those two pairs of eyes gleamed in the darkness.
As Blake expected, it easily got through the gap between the iron gate railings and came out of the corridor.
The big black dog, that is, Sirius, unhurriedly bit the food that had been thrown into the corridor before, chewing and swallowing slowly (in the shape of a big dog) into his stomach.
to replenish energy.
Even if a dementor passed by, they just looked at the creatures that had never existed on this small island in bewilderment, and then drifted away after feeling that they could not absorb any valuable 'food (emotions)'.
In this way, after eating and drinking enough, Sirius Black took advantage of the dementors patrolling, which led to the opening of the castle in front of the Azkaban Prison, and trot out of the prison dignifiedly.
Finally, stepping on the bluestone path, jumping on the slippery sea rocks until slipping out of the small island and jumping into the North Sea.
swam away.
(End of this chapter)
In the night, the Kuroshio continued to roll up, slapping the reef, and roaring deafeningly.
Thousands of dementors surround Azkaban, floating above the island.
In the dark, these monsters, their figures hidden in black cloaks glowed faintly.
It is a cool white light, bleak.
They hovered, roared, and whispered in the sky, telling stories of pain and despair.
Thick fog shrouded the entire island.
Here, apart from the penetrating light that comes with them, there are only rows of magic lamps hanging on the outer wall of the prison to provide lighting.
But even the outer walls of that magnificent fortress were eroded to a livid brown by the sea moisture.
What's more, most of the lamps that have not been maintained for a long time, most of these magic lamps have long been extinguished, or have simply been swept away by years of storms and broken.
Only dilapidated traces are left, and the strictness of the past can be seen.
The only surviving lamps may be the two octagonal prism-shaped glass lampshades hanging on the left and right corners of the gate of Azkaban Prison.
The magic fire inside is still burning.
It emitted a faint blue light, swaying in the sea breeze.
Dim, swaying!
More penetrating and weird.
This is Azkaban, the safe haven of dementors, and the burial place of evil wizards.
Here the dementors can recklessly extract the 'food' in the air, all of which can be called joyful and happy thoughts, memories.
A cold white mist permeated every corridor in the entire fortress, and the dementors pushed and rushed (every once in a while) into the corridors, facing the criminals in the prison through the iron bars, and raised the faces hidden under the hoods.
From time to time, from under the head, stretch out those rotten, skinny, leather-packed skeleton-like hands, and knock on the iron bars across the prison, so as to hammer the heart of every prisoner, toss the fear, twist the soul, and see if you can extract a trace of happy memories and thoughts of hope.
That long gasping sound came tremblingly from under the black hood...every trace of warmth in the air seemed to be sucked away by that weird breath.
It is a breath that terrifies even all wizards.
With the arrival of the dementors, white fog began to surround the entire prison, the corridors... and the floor of each cell.
Like a rising tide, the more the dementors gathered and approached, the faster they drowned the prisoner in a wave of hopeless mist.
Sirius Black was in this situation for about 12 years.
Blake felt a sudden chill begin to pass over his body.
Breathing seems to be condensed.
- It's time for the dementors to patrol (eat) again.
In order to prevent all the prisoners here from dying in just a few years, the Ministry of Magic specially installed magical heat preservation devices in each room.
Lest the prison really become a killing paradise for dementors.
Thinking darkly, maybe the Ministry of Magic relies on dementors, the murderous watchmen, to torture these dark wizards and spread all kinds of sensational rumors to shape their deterrence and dominance.
Black shook his head, and quickly drove the thought out of his mind, because he knew that if such negative emotions completely occupied his mind, he would have no way to hold on.
Try to let go of your thoughts, keep calm, and not think about anything.
Yes, especially at this momentous moment.
He looked at the green-brown ground.
There was a feeble candle there, flickering and burning brightly. (This is the only source of light in this prison, which is not extinguished all year round, but it cannot be brighter any more)
Next to it was a brass dinner plate, holding a plate of twice the usual amount of food (slices of bread and fried fish steaks, and a stack of clear water with a few kelp leaves floating on top).
Next to the dinner plate was a copy of Zoubaba's newspaper, which looked brand new, but some of the writing was illegible.
It was drenched with Sirius' tears.
Because it is written like this:
【MacGuffin Albert is famous, a good friend of Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived...】
"Harry!"
Sirius muttered slightly, feeling a little sour.
This news made him unable to control himself.
He hadn't heard from the outside world for twelve years...and now he knew that James' son, the one he'd handed to Hagrid that night, was still alive.
That's it.
And some parts of the newspaper were scratched by sharp nails, and some were even crumpled to the point of splitting.
That's the photo of the back, especially where the creases are most concentrated around Ron's shoulders.
This made the trace of emotion in his brain occupied by those endless negative emotions.
Especially the idea of being judged and thrown directly into Azkaban to rot... while the real murderer, the traitor, escaped.
He had recognized the mouse just now when he saw the picture.
"Peter Pettigrew!"
He was still alive... the betrayer, the lackey of Voldemort, who was lurking beside this Harry.
The anger in his heart, and the desire for revenge, was burning, especially wanting to protect Harry from being attacked by the whole betrayer, the Death Eaters, making Sirius...
For the first time in 12 years... for the first time, Blake felt power in his heart, in his body.
He is innocent, and killed Peter Pettigrew... These unpleasant thoughts supported Black's extremely weak body and began to burst out with a kind of strength.
A longing to escape here.
suddenly,
--Da da da!
A pungent smell, like the smell of rotting in water, came in from outside the rusty iron bars.
A hand with a length of robe stretched out from the dark corridor,
That strange hand... Thin and scabbed, it seemed to be covered with scorched black skin, and the five fingers were covered with long dark brown nails.
The strange hand tapped and slid on the iron rod with its nails.
--despair! --despair!
——呵!
The owner of the strange hand seems to be thinking, but also seems to be puzzled. It is looking for something.
A dementor stays outside Sirius' prison.
Although Black tried his best to present himself as usual, weak and silent, lying on the cold stone floor with great effort and shivering.
But the dementor was still getting more and more confused. It could feel the prisoner in front of him had a seductive taste deep inside.
It is deeply hidden.
Black knew it was impossible for these dementors to enter the cell, but he was still a little worried.
(The last time the dementors were allowed to enter the cell was during the battle with Voldemort. It was originally intended to intimidate the crazy Death Eaters, but the Aurors who came over did not control the dementors. They rushed in and tore the soul of the screaming Death Eater to pieces. After that, the Ministry of Magic did not allow these guards to enter any cell. They only allowed them to eat through the cell door and iron bars and feel whether the prisoner was alive.)
If the dementors stayed there, all the preparations would be in vain.
The magical power, physical strength, and energy that Black has just accumulated in his body will be absorbed and drained.
He couldn't escape from here either.
Just when Black was considering whether to transform into a big dog in advance, (the dementors are not very able to distinguish the emotions of animals) there was a burst of crazy curses from the prison next to him.
"The Dark Lord will come back, you monsters, quickly seek refuge with the Great Demon King, and release his most loyal servant, otherwise he will burn this place and destroy you."
"Master...Master, are you here?"
"Kill Potter, kill Potter!"
"Idiot Sirius Black... the little boy of the Potter family... Master, I will complete your task... I will kill him."
"Abuzzo Dumbledore..."
Following the yelling of Bellatrix Lestrange in the next cell, the entire prison began to howl again and again.
All kinds of crazy words kept coming with the wind.
--call!
At this time, a gust of sea wind from outside lifted the dementor's black robe and cloak high.
"Woo... Ka, Cha..."
A sharp sound came from under the black hood.
The sound was like the sound of a Muggle machine converging, noisy and harsh.
Blake didn't know what that meant.
But from the rhythm, it can also be felt that this dementor is extremely angry.
It turned the black hood, retracted the bony 'claws' into the folds of the black cloak, and immediately floated in the air, turning like the opposite prison cell.
——The only thing that fear can't scare is probably madness!
Bellatrix Lestrange, the pure-blood, the fanatical follower of Voldemort, the sadist... within a short period of time, he adapted to this place with amazing speed.
She is crazy.
Or in other words, she didn't have many pleasant thoughts in her original head, and this Death Eater's head was full of some kind of sadistic nature.
Not even the dementors can do anything about it.
For example, now, when the dementor who was interrupted to eat angrily rushed to the cell where Bellatrix Lestrange was being held.
It sucked the emotions in the air vigorously, trying to teach her a lesson.
What I didn't expect was...
"what!"
The crazy witch, she attacked directly, and suddenly stuck her head between the iron bars.
Crazy eyes stared at the dementor.
There is no trace of fear, but it seems to be intimidating this monster.
The witch was dark-skinned, with a broad jaw and thick eyelids, staring at the dementor through two thick, swollen black glasses.
Curly, messy hair piled on the head.
The phantom of the past beauty can be vaguely seen from the face.
But now it's just a crazy Death Eater.
The mad witch yelled and repeated - the stupid thing that Voldemort would be back soon.
From time to time, she told herself and answered, expressing her love and longing for Voldemort, completely ignoring that her husband, Rodolph Lestrange, was imprisoned in the next cell.
And even more will poke his head out from the iron bars, threatening the dementors...
Sirius looked at this 'vigorous' mad witch...compared to him,... this kind of Death Eater, a truly evil person seemed to be more able to adapt to this environment.
He actually maintained his physical strength and energy.
Those bureaucratic gentlemen from the Ministry of Magic will never come here to see what is really going on.
Black felt that the Death Eaters here were like a huge powder keg, waiting for Voldemort's comeback all the time, and would become his army again with one order.
And those dementors...
Sure enough, soon a taller dementor with a more rotten smell came over and drove the dementor away.
They didn't pay much attention to it, and the crazy witch poked her head out.
(To a certain extent, dementors can directly absorb the souls of those prisoners who are trying to escape. According to the original rules, this crazy witch should have been executed long ago, but now...)
Sirius was cold inside, and it seemed that the rumors about the last battle with Voldemort were not groundless...
He is trying to recruit these terrifying monsters.
As pairs of dementors patrol 'eating', move on to deeper cells.
Blake knew it was time!
He struggled to shake his bony body, managed to stand up again, and took a last look at the cell where he had been in for 12 years.
It was empty, with nothing left but the walls.
There is a green-brown slate floor, and there is a broken wooden bed in the corner, on which some damp and almost moldy quilts are randomly piled up (it is as hard as a wooden board in winter).
There is a small room in the lower left corner, where is the toilet, and the shower.
Only there is a small iron bar window at a height of more than two meters, which is the only place in this prison that is ventilated with the outside world.
Blake was able to survive until now by looking at the scenery on the sea and insisting on his innocence.
The prison is still clean, and some kind of regular cleaning magic has been cast here.
(The Ministry of Magic was set up together with the magic warmer after a certain "Daily Prophet" interview. In that renovation, they used almost half of the Ministry of Magic Aurors and wizards from various European Ministry of Magic to temporarily drive away the dementors. All this was done)
There is an iron door between the cell and the corridor, which is almost never opened.
The rusty iron bars and a large piece of iron sheet in the middle make up the door.
There is no keyhole, only magic can open it.
So the Ministry of Magic is also very relieved, except for those dementor guards, there will be no wizards here.
(In fact, no wizard is willing to risk being sucked dry by thousands of wizards to stay here...or let alone wizards, even mice and bugs cannot survive here)
Only some moss in the corners of the ceiling that could not be cleaned by magic was the only life that existed besides these prisoners because of the humid sea breeze.
Blake staggered to pick up the food on the plate on the ground, and moved it out of the iron bars one by one.
Lestrange on the opposite side poked his head out, cursing wildly at Black. (The dementors are also not surprised, as if this did not happen)
Black mentally counted down how long the dementors would stay.
In 12 years, he had clearly figured out the habits of these monsters and even the crazy female neighbor.
One last look at the newspaper, especially the one with Pettigrew Peter turning into a mouse.
Strengthened the goals and beliefs in my heart.
"Bella! Bella!"
"Bellatrix... what's that sound? Is Voldemort looking for you in your room!"
For the first time in 12 years, Blake uttered two different voices, one sharp and cold, the other hoarse and weak.
Sure enough, hearing Sirius imitating Voldemort's voice, the crazy witch returned to her room.
Seeing no gaze, Blake knew
——It's time to start!
He bent down and knelt on the ground, screaming in pain.
In the dark corner of the prison, his limbs were twisted and elongated, and black hairs emerged bit by bit from his skin.
The chin and the corners of the mouth are elongated, the fangs grow wildly, the pupils, and the face change drastically with the consumption of magic power.
In the end, he turned into an Animagus.
——a big, skinny black dog with tangled hair all over its body.
Only those two pairs of eyes gleamed in the darkness.
As Blake expected, it easily got through the gap between the iron gate railings and came out of the corridor.
The big black dog, that is, Sirius, unhurriedly bit the food that had been thrown into the corridor before, chewing and swallowing slowly (in the shape of a big dog) into his stomach.
to replenish energy.
Even if a dementor passed by, they just looked at the creatures that had never existed on this small island in bewilderment, and then drifted away after feeling that they could not absorb any valuable 'food (emotions)'.
In this way, after eating and drinking enough, Sirius Black took advantage of the dementors patrolling, which led to the opening of the castle in front of the Azkaban Prison, and trot out of the prison dignifiedly.
Finally, stepping on the bluestone path, jumping on the slippery sea rocks until slipping out of the small island and jumping into the North Sea.
swam away.
(End of this chapter)
