I became Harry Potter's brother at the beginning

"Black or white?" The young wizard repeated this sentence several times, and then he asked, "Then wizards like us, are they white wizards or black wizards?"

"Strictly speaking, you are gray wizards, right?" Hill said, "Grey wizards, well, this is a genre that emerged at the end of the war, because many people don't like white wizards or black wizards, and they call themselves gray wizards. It's neither black nor white, that's their slogan." At this point, Hill slapped his forehead fiercely, and gave the young Auror an angry look, "It's all your fault, I almost digressed again!"

The young Auror touched his head speechlessly, and shrank aside.

"White wizards are full of justice, and they don't bother to repeat what black wizards did, or some smart people among them have seen a corner of the future." Hill paused, and then continued: "Creating this new Things have been won, so what should we do with these manufactured things? Abandon or keep?"

"Those things are all produced for war. Are they really useful in peacetime? Some people in the White Wizard see further, so they didn't choose to make another weapon to fight against dementors. They chose to make a restraint Dementor stuff, that's the Philosopher's Stone!"

dividing line of memories
"Dementors are incomplete beings, and their nature is to plunder, plundering everything that can be plundered to fill their vacant part. Of course, we all know that they prefer souls. And the essence of the Philosopher's Stone is to absorb , Absorb everything that can be absorbed, and allow yourself to complete evolution and sublimation. You have also seen that it prefers human emotions." Nicolumel's voice was already very weak, and he couldn't get out of bed for several days.However, he still insisted on explaining useful or useless knowledge to Hill.

"In order to restrain the dementors, the Philosopher's Stone is set to absorb and devour the dementors! But the dementors can't do anything with the Philosopher's Stone, because it is one level lower in terms of level!"

Hill suddenly thought of a question, and he asked: "Then, can the dementors absorb and devour each other? In this case, if only the last one is left, then the last dementor should be in another realm, right?" !"

Sighing, a trace of pain flashed across Nicolome's face, he closed his eyes and nodded, and said, "You guessed right, those black wizards didn't take this into consideration, and they ended up in big trouble!"

Except for Nicole May, few people now know the reason why the high-level combat power of both the black wizard and the white wizard suddenly appeared in a vacuum at the end of the [Three Wars].At that time, many people suddenly discovered that the two sides suddenly stopped fighting and stopped the war that had lasted for many years.Moreover, many famous wizards who had been prominent for a while died successively within a very short few years after the war.

"It's really dangerous. Those black wizards played with fire, and almost let the dementor evolve to the last step! The result is that the black wizard high-level can't control the dementor, causing the dementor to riot. There is no difference. The attack on Muggles had serious consequences. According to the historical records of Muggles, they called it [Black Death]!"

"Where are the White Wizards? How are they doing?"

"In order to subdue the dementor that almost evolved to another level, most of the high-ranking white wizards chose to sacrifice themselves, let the Philosopher's Stone absorb everything from them, and complete that extremely important sublimation!" Nick Lemay said here, his face Tears had already appeared on his face, those who died were all his close comrades-in-arms!

"So, the magic of the Sorcerer's Stone does not come from itself, but from the top wizards absorbed by it, right?" Hill didn't feel relieved when he learned the truth, nor did he feel relieved.On the contrary, his heart was extremely heavy.

"After the war, the Philosopher's Stone was in my custody, and I will leave this world with it. The re-established Ministry of Magic thought it was a good tool, and conquered them despite the opposition of most wizards. Of course, they also set up a restriction that dementors can no longer devour each other, and the number of devourers cannot exceed five, and the total number is limited to less than one thousand." Nicolas sneered, "The group of greedy Idiots, they will pay for their stupidity sooner or later!"

Silently, the dementors finally betrayed the Ministry of Magic and took refuge in Voldemort.

Dementor's dividing line

"The basic situation is like this. You can't tell you some things, and you won't believe them." Hill finally finished his 10-minute basic knowledge teaching, and then looked at the young Auror with a sluggish face and snorted: "Now can you tell me why we don't go in?"

The young Auror was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked at his watch, and said, "It's time, you can go in." Looking at Hill a little puzzled, he explained: "The time to enter Azkaban is limited. Yes, the dementors must be notified in advance, otherwise they will be attacked indiscriminately, even the Minister of Magic."

(#')Depend on!Xi Xier felt a little upset, and it turned out that it was because of this that he had been arguing for a long time!However, this group of dementors are really attractive, even the people of the Ministry of Magic don't care, they have nothing to fear!Wait a minute, is it because...

[That's right, the Sorcerer's Stones have been destroyed, and their greatest natural enemy no longer exists]

Walking into Azkaban, Hill unexpectedly found that many cells here were empty.As for some of the prison cells, the locks on them have been corroded, and it seems that they can be broken with a kick.However, the prisoners inside are like dead people, lying on their stomachs, lying down, or leaning on them, in short, no one is moving.

Seeing this, Hill began to admire his uncle, who escaped from Azkaban so violently.From this, it can also be seen how much Sirius resented Peter Pettigrew.This resentment has surpassed his fear of dementors!
Hill tries to find his uncle Sirius' cell, but everyone inside is unkempt and completely unrecognizable.He could only give up this futile move, and follow the Auror leading the way to his cell with peace of mind.

"This is your prison cell." The young Auror stopped, pointing to an iron door in front of Hill and said, "Maybe the conditions here are not particularly good, er, anyway, take care."

Hill and these Aurors had a lively conversation along the way, and these Aurors gradually let go of their vigilance towards him.In their eyes, Hill was just a smarter 12-year-old boy, and his temper seemed to be good, not as cruel or evil as they had heard before.

Hill took a deep breath, the dark cell in front of him was like a monster with its mouth wide open, ready to devour any prisoner who entered, chew them up, and then spit out the dregs.

[Tsk, the environment here is really not that bad. Fortunately, I don't have to stay here for long. 】

Hill shrugged, then walked slowly into the cell.The cell was smaller than he had imagined. There was only one stone slab that could barely be called a bed, and there was a dirty quilt that couldn't see its original color.Other than that, nothing.Oh, and that doesn't count the messy handwriting on the wall that looks like it was scratched with fingernails.

There are two windows in this cell, one is next to the door, and the other is on the inner wall, which seems to be connected to the next cell.This is really a weird design, aren't they afraid of what the prisoners will do?

"Clang~!"

Hill heard a sound of chains clashing, but it was not coming from him, he was not wearing shackles.Maybe this is preferential treatment for his young age.He looked towards the window on the side wall, from where the voice was coming from.

"Ugh~"

Rubbing his ears, Hill looked at the extra face on the window rather speechlessly, then sighed, turned around and asked a group of Aurors still outside the door: "So, can you tell me Who is the neighbor?"

The young Auror took out a notebook from nowhere, flipped through it a few times, and then replied, "Bellatrix Lestrange is quite a famous Death Eater."

Confirming that the neighbor is his aunt, Hill nodded, then walked to the bed and sat down.Glancing at the dirty quilt, he said to the young Auror, "Can you give me a cleaner quilt?"

All the Aurors were speechless for a while, you are here to go to jail!However, they talked well with Hill and had a good impression of Hill.In addition, they were all young people, and the dog hadn't eaten that bit of conscience, so the young Auror took out a quilt that was probably new and threw it in from nowhere.

"Thank you!" Hill smiled gratefully at the young Auror, as if he was not in jail, but drinking afternoon tea in his garden.

Sighing, the young Auror said, "I really don't know if it's because you don't know fear by nature or because of other reasons. Your behavior is really unusual."

"Really." Hill chuckled, he tidied up the stone bed, and then spread the quilt on it. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Lynn Nicole."

"Then, let's not live here, you should have other things to do."

"........."

The door was closed and locked, and the room became even darker, with only a ray of pale sunlight coming in from the window shining on the stone bed, barely maintaining a glimmer of light.

Holding his knees, Hill sat on the bed. He suddenly missed Hogwarts, everything about Hogwarts, the food there, and the friends there...

"Cuckoo~"

A shrill laugh interrupted Hill's recollection, he raised his head, and the face remained by the window.He sighed, then said weakly, "What are you laughing at, Bellatrix?"

Bellatrix, it is said that she used to be a beautiful woman, and there is an endless stream of people pursuing her.However, as far as Hill can see now, Bellatrix is ​​just a shattered lunatic who has been tortured by years of prison life.

"Giggle~" There was still a burst of laughter at the beginning, Bellatrix looked at Hill with interest, and said with a playful face: "What crime did you get imprisoned for? You are so old Your child should still be studying at Hogwarts."

Bellatrix found it amusing to watch the little boy next door curled up under the covers.To be imprisoned in Azkaban at such a young age, this should be the youngest in the history of magic.She was suddenly curious, what the hell did this kid do to get him locked up in Azkaban?

"Well, I'm innocent."

Bellatrix laughed again, and when she watched the boy say "I'm innocent" with a serious face, she felt the long-lost joy.

This boy is very interesting!