Chapter 286 The beginning and end of prison escape
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
"Speaking of which, how did you escape from Azkaban?" Harry put down the sour juice in his hand and asked curiously,
"I've heard many people say that you were the first person to escape from Azkaban in centuries. The newspapers didn't even mention how you escaped."
"Of course they won't tell me how I escaped." Blake chuckled, his voice full of contempt.
"That guy Fudge won't let any news that goes against him come out, let alone scandals like criminals escaping from Azkaban. Any fool can see that he wants to get himself a Merlin Order."
"Actually, Harry, it was you who gave me the idea of escaping Azkaban."
"Because...me?" Harry was suddenly moved.
"Yes, because of you." Black said softly, "By chance, I was in the Daily Prophet and I saw that --- mouse."
"The mouse---is it Ron's Scabbers, ah, Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione, who had shown interest since just now, asked aloud.
"There is no way I can forget him." Blake nodded, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, and then he thought that the damn traitor might have turned into a walking corpse at this time, and the hatred quickly turned into pleasure.
"No one knows him better than me. On the day I was arrested, in order to successfully escape, he used magic to blow up an entire street and left a finger behind just to frame me."
"So, did you escape from prison to catch him?" Harry asked in a harsh voice.
"Not entirely." Black shook his head and looked at Harry deeply, "I just said it, it's for you, Harry."
"You all know that Pettigrew betrayed us a long time ago and got in touch with the Dark Lord." As he said, Black showed a sarcastic smile, "And Voldemort, as we all know, was arrested just the day before I was arrested. Harry defeated.”
"Everyone thought that Voldemort was dead and they were safe, so they sang and danced, and fireworks filled the sky. However, many people clearly knew that he never died, but only survived in a way that we did not understand."
Everyone in the audience nodded solemnly, and Harry's face showed a touch of sadness. It was at that time that he lost his family, but fortunately, now he has another relative, although this relative is not related to him by blood.
However, for him, compared to the so-called relatives of the Dursleys who are only related by blood, but hate each other, and have almost no emotional connection, he prefers the family in front of him who can make him feel the warmth in every aspect.
Yes, in just one meal, Harry had accepted Black from the inside out.
And Blake's narrative continues:
"The mouse hid and successfully sneaked into Hogwarts Castle and lurked next to Harry. This is a very dangerous thing."
"Once Voldemort's power shows signs of re-rising, the rat as a loyal lackey will definitely attack Harry. There is no greater achievement than returning Harry, who once defeated his master, to his master."
"If Harry can be sacrificed, he will definitely be praised as a hero. By then, who will care whether there was a problem in the first place?"
"So you decided to escape." Harry said again.
"Yes, Harry, I decided to escape. To be honest, I don't care whether I will die or simply be recaptured and let the dementor give me a kiss. I just want to kill that person. "Blake said softly,
"This is the motivation, or belief, that has kept me going in that hellish place for a long time."
Everyone was silent. Everyone present knew how terrifying Dementors were. Harry, Soule and Hermione had all had close contact with them.
It's hard to imagine the torture Black suffered in Azkaban.
The atmosphere also became cold.
"What happened?" Blake chuckled, "It's all over, isn't it? I was about to talk about how I escaped. Come on, that's a very thrilling story. I'm also going to teach at the school after Christmas. It’s time to tell everyone.”
"Needless to say I've already guessed it, it's an Animagus, right?" Hermione said.
"Smart little witch." Blake smiled and gave a thumbs up, "In this matter, the magic of Animagus has given me a lot of help."
"Dementors are actually invisible creatures. If you pay attention to what they look like under their hoods, you will find that where their eyes should be, there is a piece of rotten flesh."
"I wonder if Remus ever introduced you to dementors in class?" Black looked at Lupin, and Professor Lupin shook his head.
"So far, I have only briefly told Harry, and it was because he fell off the broom. Dementors are not something that third-year students should be exposed to."
"Then I'm going to add a Dementor episode to my prison escape story." Blake said excitedly. "I've already figured out how to give an impressive Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson."
"It is not an honorable thing to tell students how you escaped from Azkaban." Lupine shook his head and objected, but Black seemed to have made up his mind.
"So how do dementors find prey?" Hermione asked.
"There is only one organ in their body that functions as a sense of smell. What they smell is not smell, but emotion." Blake gestured, "This organ can be used as a tool for eating after they find the target."
"That's disgusting." Hermione thought for a moment, combined the description in Black's mouth with the impression she had seen in her mind, and commented.
Blake nodded with deep understanding, "It's indeed disgusting, so over the years, whenever I can't bear it, I often use the magic of Animagus. The form of Animagus suppresses human emotions. Mood swings will become much easier, and the dementors will subconsciously ignore me."
"I also turned into a big dog when they weren't paying attention. It could protect me from their influence, so when I had the idea that I had to escape from Azkaban, the Animagus gave me great help."
"Big dog?" Harry was stunned. "So, you are the one I saw during the summer vacation and during Quidditch matches?"
"It's me." There was a trace of guilt on Blake's face, "I really want to see you, Harry. You know, if a person has an uncontrollable idea, he will want to complete it. .”
"I really didn't expect that I would scare you that day, and you would almost be attacked by a dementor and fall off the broom."
"Fortunately, someone woke me up." As he said this, Blake glanced at Suer without leaving any trace.
"Although that way is really uncomfortable."
"I'm very grateful to him."
"I've heard many people say that you were the first person to escape from Azkaban in centuries. The newspapers didn't even mention how you escaped."
"Of course they won't tell me how I escaped." Blake chuckled, his voice full of contempt.
"That guy Fudge won't let any news that goes against him come out, let alone scandals like criminals escaping from Azkaban. Any fool can see that he wants to get himself a Merlin Order."
"Actually, Harry, it was you who gave me the idea of escaping Azkaban."
"Because...me?" Harry was suddenly moved.
"Yes, because of you." Black said softly, "By chance, I was in the Daily Prophet and I saw that --- mouse."
"The mouse---is it Ron's Scabbers, ah, Peter Pettigrew?" Hermione, who had shown interest since just now, asked aloud.
"There is no way I can forget him." Blake nodded, a flash of hatred flashed in his eyes, and then he thought that the damn traitor might have turned into a walking corpse at this time, and the hatred quickly turned into pleasure.
"No one knows him better than me. On the day I was arrested, in order to successfully escape, he used magic to blow up an entire street and left a finger behind just to frame me."
"So, did you escape from prison to catch him?" Harry asked in a harsh voice.
"Not entirely." Black shook his head and looked at Harry deeply, "I just said it, it's for you, Harry."
"You all know that Pettigrew betrayed us a long time ago and got in touch with the Dark Lord." As he said, Black showed a sarcastic smile, "And Voldemort, as we all know, was arrested just the day before I was arrested. Harry defeated.”
"Everyone thought that Voldemort was dead and they were safe, so they sang and danced, and fireworks filled the sky. However, many people clearly knew that he never died, but only survived in a way that we did not understand."
Everyone in the audience nodded solemnly, and Harry's face showed a touch of sadness. It was at that time that he lost his family, but fortunately, now he has another relative, although this relative is not related to him by blood.
However, for him, compared to the so-called relatives of the Dursleys who are only related by blood, but hate each other, and have almost no emotional connection, he prefers the family in front of him who can make him feel the warmth in every aspect.
Yes, in just one meal, Harry had accepted Black from the inside out.
And Blake's narrative continues:
"The mouse hid and successfully sneaked into Hogwarts Castle and lurked next to Harry. This is a very dangerous thing."
"Once Voldemort's power shows signs of re-rising, the rat as a loyal lackey will definitely attack Harry. There is no greater achievement than returning Harry, who once defeated his master, to his master."
"If Harry can be sacrificed, he will definitely be praised as a hero. By then, who will care whether there was a problem in the first place?"
"So you decided to escape." Harry said again.
"Yes, Harry, I decided to escape. To be honest, I don't care whether I will die or simply be recaptured and let the dementor give me a kiss. I just want to kill that person. "Blake said softly,
"This is the motivation, or belief, that has kept me going in that hellish place for a long time."
Everyone was silent. Everyone present knew how terrifying Dementors were. Harry, Soule and Hermione had all had close contact with them.
It's hard to imagine the torture Black suffered in Azkaban.
The atmosphere also became cold.
"What happened?" Blake chuckled, "It's all over, isn't it? I was about to talk about how I escaped. Come on, that's a very thrilling story. I'm also going to teach at the school after Christmas. It’s time to tell everyone.”
"Needless to say I've already guessed it, it's an Animagus, right?" Hermione said.
"Smart little witch." Blake smiled and gave a thumbs up, "In this matter, the magic of Animagus has given me a lot of help."
"Dementors are actually invisible creatures. If you pay attention to what they look like under their hoods, you will find that where their eyes should be, there is a piece of rotten flesh."
"I wonder if Remus ever introduced you to dementors in class?" Black looked at Lupin, and Professor Lupin shook his head.
"So far, I have only briefly told Harry, and it was because he fell off the broom. Dementors are not something that third-year students should be exposed to."
"Then I'm going to add a Dementor episode to my prison escape story." Blake said excitedly. "I've already figured out how to give an impressive Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson."
"It is not an honorable thing to tell students how you escaped from Azkaban." Lupine shook his head and objected, but Black seemed to have made up his mind.
"So how do dementors find prey?" Hermione asked.
"There is only one organ in their body that functions as a sense of smell. What they smell is not smell, but emotion." Blake gestured, "This organ can be used as a tool for eating after they find the target."
"That's disgusting." Hermione thought for a moment, combined the description in Black's mouth with the impression she had seen in her mind, and commented.
Blake nodded with deep understanding, "It's indeed disgusting, so over the years, whenever I can't bear it, I often use the magic of Animagus. The form of Animagus suppresses human emotions. Mood swings will become much easier, and the dementors will subconsciously ignore me."
"I also turned into a big dog when they weren't paying attention. It could protect me from their influence, so when I had the idea that I had to escape from Azkaban, the Animagus gave me great help."
"Big dog?" Harry was stunned. "So, you are the one I saw during the summer vacation and during Quidditch matches?"
"It's me." There was a trace of guilt on Blake's face, "I really want to see you, Harry. You know, if a person has an uncontrollable idea, he will want to complete it. .”
"I really didn't expect that I would scare you that day, and you would almost be attacked by a dementor and fall off the broom."
"Fortunately, someone woke me up." As he said this, Blake glanced at Suer without leaving any trace.
"Although that way is really uncomfortable."
"I'm very grateful to him."
