Chapter 190 Bellatrix Lestrange

"You do not know who I am?"

The crazy witch bared her teeth and showed a nervous smile. Through the disheveled hair that covered half of her eyes, she looked at Dracula who was walking slowly from the narrow staircase.

"Why do I know who you are?" Dracula looked at her with interest and raised his lips, "Do you think you are famous?"

"It's so boring, it turns out you are not from the Ministry of Magic." The witch withdrew her nervous smile very abruptly, and then said with a sad face, "It's so boring, I thought that idiot Fudge was screwed by my cousin. He’s stepped down.”

"Oh? Is Sirius Black your cousin?"

Dracula stepped forward and wanted to lean against the grating where the witches were imprisoned, but when he saw the rust on the grating, he silently gave up the idea.

"If that's the case, then I might actually know who you are," he continued.

Dracula once saw the tapestry recording the family tree in the Black family's house. With his excellent memory, it was not a problem to recall the specific contents on the tapestry.

If this witch is Sirius Black's cousin, and Regulus is Sirius' biological brother, then she is also Regulus's cousin.

Regulus once introduced the family tree to Dracula. He had a brother and three cousins——

They are Andromeda Black, who married a Muggle-born wizard and was removed from the Black family's family tree; Narcissa Black, who married Lucius Malfoy; and Strand, who married Bellatrix Black of House Odd.

Andromeda Black didn't care about the pure-blood concept that Voldemort valued most, so it was obviously impossible for her to become a heinous Death Eater and be locked up in Azkaban;

Dracula was quite familiar with Lucius and knew that he and his wife were fine. Draco Malfoy did not have a mother imprisoned in Azkaban, so this crazy witch obviously could not be Narcissa Black;

Then the result is obvious, this witch is Bellatrix Black, or Bellatrix Lestrange, who married into the Strange family.

"Bellatrix comes to Strange, am I right?" Dracula said softly.

The mad witch leaned on a pile of dirty haystacks, looking at Dracula with eyes full of novelty and interest, and a lunatic smile on her lips.

"It seems that you are really not one of those boring officials from the Ministry of Magic." She said with a smile, "So, does this handsome gentleman bring anything interesting to us boring people?"

"Or do you want to rescue us as a reward for surrendering to the Dark Lord?"

Having said this, an extremely fanatical expression suddenly appeared on Bellatrix's face, "I can feel that the master has never left us! You - it's you! As long as you rescue us people, Send it to our master and you will be reused!"

"Since you can bypass the surveillance of the Ministry of Magic and enter Azkaban, you must also be a wizard of some ability." Bella's expression suddenly calmed down again, and she stared deeply into Dracula's eyes.

"Come on, gentleman, it's time for you to make a choice..."

The seventh floor of Azkaban seemed to be awakened by Bella's words. The Death Eaters in other cells also set their sights on Dracula's position, and some who were in a slightly better condition even started to boo.

"Boy, let us out quickly. The Dark Lord will never treat you badly!" a wizard with an ugly face yelled.

"Carlo, be quiet!" Another elderly wizard shouted in a hoarse voice, "What if you make this gentleman angry because of your uncultured guy, thus ruining our chance of leaving the prison? Look how I deal with you!"

"Mulciber, how do you know this kid can take us out?" Another witch shouted, "What if he is just a pretender and opportunist who got in?"

"I'm thinking about our freedom! You..."

The prisoners in the seventh-floor prison soon started to quarrel.

It can be seen that they are indeed not overly affected by the dementors. Most of them still have the strength to speak, and they are quite confident when they quarrel.

But neither Dracula nor Bellatrix made any noisy quarrels, but looked at each other with interest.

"Have you made a decision?" Bella grinned.

Seeing the performance of the crazy witch in front of him, Dracula chuckled.

"Before I tell you my choice, there is something I want to tell you." There was a hint of joking in his eyes.

Bella didn't hear the answer she wanted, and seemed a little unhappy. The raised corners of her mouth drooped again, and her expression became listless.

"Tell me about it," she said weakly.

"The news I want to tell you is related to your Lord Dark Lord." Dracula said slowly.

Bella's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she suddenly raised her head to look at Dracula.

Her eyes seemed to radiate a breathtaking light, her eyes were shining, as if she was about to cry nervously at the next moment.

"Say it! Come on-" Bella screamed.

"Hehehe... Then you must listen carefully." Dracula raised an intriguing smile on his lips and said word by word, "Your Lord Dark Lord... is indeed not dead!"

The air on the seventh floor of Azkaban suddenly became quiet, and the entire space seemed to be frozen.

The Death Eaters who were still arguing ferociously and venting their depressed emotions wantonly stopped suddenly, with all kinds of expressions frozen on their faces, and then turned their heads to look at Dracula in disbelief.

Bella's performance was the scariest.

More than ten years of prison life did not seem to have any impact on her physical fitness. She jumped up from the haystack and rushed to the cell grille, clutching the rusty metal grille tightly, her eyes filled with fear. With a fanatical light.

"Are you sure this news is true?" Bella gritted her teeth and stared at Dracula who seemed to be careless outside the grille.

"Of course." Dracula said with a half-smile, "I don't need to lie to you, right?"

"Hahahahaha... I knew it!" Bellatrix raised her head and laughed crazily, "I knew the Dark Lord would not leave us so easily! Hahahahahaha..."

The other Death Eaters were in disbelief at first, and then showed expressions of ecstasy one after another. Some Death Eaters also had a desire for freedom that had not appeared in their eyes for a long time.

These Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban are Voldemort's most die-hard followers. They are all impressed by Voldemort's personal strength and tough attitude and are willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

When they heard the news that Voldemort was still alive, they all felt joy from the bottom of their hearts. At the same time, they firmly believe that their master will not abandon them and will definitely rescue them from this dark prison one day!

"We are saved!" Amycus Carrow, a die-hard Death Eater, clenched his fists happily, "The Dark Lord will never forget our most loyal servants. When he regains his strength, he will definitely come to save him. us!"

Dracula looked at their performance, and the curve of his mouth became even more exaggerated.

"Yes, your master did not abandon you." He said happily. "As soon as the Dark Lord regained some of his strength, he immediately wanted to get you out of Azkaban."

Hearing Dracula's words, Bella suddenly let go of her hands holding the grille and fell to her knees on the ground.

"Uuuuuuu...Master, how can I repay your kindness?" She covered her face with her hands and sobbed with tears in her eyes, "Master has indeed not forgotten me..."

Then, she suddenly raised her head again and lifted her face from her hands.

"Are you the one sent by the master to save us?"

Bella looked at Dracula with tears in her eyes. Her face was stained with rust from the hand that had just held the rusty grille, and it spread with two lines of tears, making her look a little ferocious.

"Well... let me give it a try." Dracula chuckled and changed the subject without leaving a trace, "I have another question to ask you -"

"I was wondering, did any of you see how Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban?"

By this time, the Death Eaters, who had been imprisoned in the Azkaban prison for many years and had long lost hope for freedom, had regarded Dracula, who brought good news, as a ray of light in their dark lives. He almost obeyed and believed everything he said.

The moment Dracula asked the question, Death Eaters started rushing to answer it.

"Sir, I live opposite Sirius Black. I am definitely the one who can see it most clearly." A wizard walked two steps into the prison and said loudly to Dracula, "I was there the day before. Sirius Black was seen lying in bed at night and the next day he was gone."

"It was like it disappeared out of thin air. I didn't notice anything wrong there at all."

"You mean, you didn't see what method he used when leaving Azkaban, right?" Dracula asked with a frown.

"Not at all," the wizard said, "By the way, sir, why are you paying attention to Sirius Black? Is there something wrong with this matter?"

"No, there's no problem." Dracula slowly shook his head and turned to look at the others, "This is really strange...Has anyone else seen the way Black disappeared?"

The other Death Eaters also shook their heads, none of them discovered the method used by Sirius Black to leave Azkaban.

"Can he still disappear out of thin air?" Dracula stood in the cell where Sirius Black was originally located, frowning and looking at the various furnishings inside.

There was a tattered wooden bed, a haystack of hay, and a dinner plate with a big crack in it for passing food.

The furnishings inside were no different from other cells, and there were no signs of damage to the cell's grilles or walls. It was as if Sirius Black had really disappeared from this cell out of thin air.

If it were a wizard holding a wand, it would be easier to say: just use Apparition to leave; use the Unlocking Charm to unlock the door, and then lock it after coming out; use the Cutting Charm to cut the grille, and then use the Repairing Charm to restore it after walking out... It's no problem if you have magic in hand.

But it's different in Azkaban. There are not only anti-Apparition spells covering the entire island, but also ancient rune circles that eliminate magic.

In addition, the prisoners here do not have wands, and their spirits will be disturbed by the dementors and become dizzy.

Obviously, these prisoners do not have any possibility of performing magic!

So, how did Sirius Black escape from the cell?

Dracula was lost in thought.

"Sir, why do you care so much about an outsider like Sirius?" At this moment, a Death Eater suddenly asked.

"An outsider?" Dracula was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, if he hadn't been imprisoned, I never knew that there was such a number one person in the Death Eater team." The Death Eaters all muttered, "And he couldn't deal with us before he was imprisoned. Yes, after all, he was still a member of the Order of the Phoenix back then."

"He is also from the Order of the Phoenix?" Dracula felt more and more that something was not right.

A wizard who was recognized by Dumbledore and joined the Order of the Phoenix would join the Death Eaters camp after the fall of Voldemort, and his personality would change drastically and he would kill thirteen innocent people...

At this time, Bella's voice suddenly sounded.

"Why are you still obsessed with Sirius?" She looked at Dracula and asked impatiently, "He is an unimportant outsider, understand? Tell me quickly, are you the Dark Lord? Someone sent to rescue us?”

Bella couldn't wait to hear Dracula tell him the good news about Voldemort.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Dracula sneered, "Okay, if that's the case, then I'll have a good talk with you -"

"To disappoint you, I am not the rescuer he sent to rescue you," he said.

The Death Eaters had disappointed looks on their faces.

"But..." Dracula changed the subject, "The Dark Lord is here in person and wants to rescue you with his own hands."

Hearing these words, Bella burst into tears again, wiping away the mud spots and rust stains on her face with both hands.

"Speaking of which, you may be a little curious." Dracula chuckled. "Since you have come to save people in person, why has a wizard as powerful as the Dark Lord not yet successfully invaded Azkaban and killed you?" How about being rescued?"

The Death Eaters present were also stunned.

Could it be that the Dark Lord's strength was far from restored and he couldn't even attack Azkaban, which didn't have many Aurors stationed there? Or is it that the Ministry of Magic has strengthened Azkaban's security?

They looked to Dracula for an answer.

"Because... I don't want him to succeed!"

Dracula laughed happily.

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