Chapter 118 The person I want to kill is...Kesenhis!

Azkaban...

"Sirius Black..."

A voice suddenly awakened a skinny figure who was leaning against the wall in a daze.

"...Aurors? You actually went so deep... Hehehe..." Sirius was too lazy to lift his eyelids, and murmured indistinctly.

"Look at this."

The owner of the voice took out a crumpled newspaper from his pocket and threw it at Sirius.

The latter picked up the newspaper lazily. After all, a normal person needs to receive information, and Sirius in Azkaban obviously has no channel to receive information.

A newspaper may be very worn, but it is much better than counting the cracks on the bricks on the opposite wall.

Until he picked up the newspaper and looked at the date, 1993...

He couldn't help laughing after seeing only one year. He would draw a mark on the wall every day. Although it was not accurate, it also roughly recorded the time from when he entered Azkaban to now, which should be 1992.

"Where did you get this newspaper from the future?" Sirius said with a wicked smile.

"Take a look at what's inside, sir."

Sirius shrugged. He would read it without being reminded.

The man seemed to be worried about the dim light, and threw two small glowing cubes over.

"Thank you." Sirius changed to a comfortable position and began to read the newspaper leisurely until he saw a piece of information that deserved his attention.

The Weasley family won the Gold Galleon Award and traveled to Egypt.

In the photo, there was a small thing that he was so familiar with.

He looked at the figure outside the cell.

"You guessed right. In short... I came back to stop a mistake and kill a person. I need a horizontal online helper." The figure said.

Sirius grabbed the newspaper and looked at the figure in front of him: "If I can...will you help me?"

"Uh-huh...if you help me do what I need, then I will help you catch the rat."

"What is the mistake you want to stop? Who do you want to kill?"

The figure came closer and squatted down, and the light of the fluorite shone on his face with the lower half of the mask.

The reflection of the monocle made Sirius rub his eyes.

"I can't tell you what the mistake is, but the person I want to kill is...Kesen Heath."

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Open the safety...

Release!

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! ! !

A series of gunshots in the shooting range, Kesen stood behind the second-floor window sill of a building not far away, this was an explanation from the Prime Minister to them.

"It seems that Mr. Prime Minister is still sensible." Dumbledore smiled at the Prime Minister who was standing next to him and answering the phone.

"Well... wizards are not only found in England, but also in France, Germany, America, and even the mysterious country across the ocean. The number of wizards is almost 20,000. At this time, I am using English wizards for human experiments? Am I a fool?" The Prime Minister shrugged and said.

"In fact, Mr. Prime Minister, you have missed the point. Of course, the point is that you have perfectly solved the incident and prevented it from fermenting further." Kaisen said leaning against the window.

"This professor... I remember that you were originally engaged in private customization? I also asked you to customize a bracelet for my wife." The Prime Minister looked at Kaisen's highly recognizable handsome face and said with some surprise, obviously not expecting him to be a wizard.

"Um... Are you a professor too? Do you like to change the subject too?"

"Oh sorry, you said."

"Because of your active handling, Mr. Prime Minister, the relationship between ordinary people and wizards has avoided sliding to a worse freezing point, so I can talk about my true opinion."

"If we ignore the so-called war between ordinary people and wizards, the first information I saw about that laboratory was not that ordinary people used wizards to do human experiments, but human experiments." Kaisen said.

Mr. Prime Minister handed the phone to the secretary wearing a mask beside him, and pursed his lips awkwardly: "You mean... the human experiments that you really feel the atmosphere? Not the things that ordinary people do to wizards?"

He pointed to the envelope on the table as he said.

"Well, both behaviors make people angry, but if I saw wizards torturing ordinary people and using ordinary people for human experiments, I would still make such a choice." Kaisen nodded and said.

"Oh... You are really a... noble wizard." The Prime Minister stretched out his hand and shook hands with Kaisen.

"Sir, your phone number." The secretary wearing a mask came over with the phone, handed it to the prime minister, and then left quickly with his head down.

Kaisen looked at the secretary with some doubts, and the next moment he suddenly shouted: "Lime!"

The secretary was a little embarrassed, subconsciously looked at the prime minister, and only turned back to take off the mask after seeing the prime minister nod, scratching his head a little embarrassedly.

Kaisen pointed at him and the prime minister.

Lime thought for a moment and reacted and said: "Mr. Prime Minister knows my identity."

"At first I thought you would go to the Ministry of Magic, but I think your future is much brighter now." Kaisen patted Lime's shoulder at this time, remembering that he had reminded him during the exam when he graduated from the seventh grade last year.

As a Muggle-born wizard, it is best to stay away from those pure bloods. I didn't expect him to do so thoroughly and stay away from the magic world.

"But why are you wearing a mask?"

Lime said embarrassedly: "I'm afraid you will be angry."

Kaisen looked confused: "What should I be angry about? But I'm curious..." He lowered his voice a little.

"It's only been a year since you graduated from Hogwarts... Logically speaking, your Muggle education is only elementary school."

Lime showed a smile that only belongs to a top student.

"Well... I studied on my own when I was at Hogwarts, and then I took a day or two off to go back for exams, so my current academic qualifications are strictly speaking a senior high school."

"When you go to college... If you don't know where to apply, I recommend you go to Manchester, where the civil engineering is first-class..."

Dumbledore watched Kaisen recruit people for his alma mater with a stiff upper lip, and dragged him away angrily.

When he left, he didn't forget to say goodbye to the Prime Minister and Lyme.

"Remember, Manchester!" Kaisen shouted.

"I think I need to give you a Hogwarts diploma, so that next time you can say, remember, Hogwarts!" Dumbledore said sourly, and the weird tone clearly showed that he had a deep opinion of Manchester.