Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Alexis flew slowly against the sea breeze.

His flying tool is very strange. It is not the traditional broom of British wizards. Looking up from below, it looks more like a weapon.

Alexis stood on the strange flying vehicle, letting the salty sea breeze blow on her face, and pursed her lips tightly.

Blake was still blaming him.

Blame him for quarreling with James that day, blame him for leaving, blame him for not arriving in time.

He blames himself too.

But these are not issues to consider now.

How on earth are we going to get Blake out?

How will Blake live after he comes out?

Do you want to ask Huang Weijun for help?

However, the Far East is too far away from Britain. Whether the Yellow Guards can handle it or not is another matter, and Black may not agree.

Alexis tapped her head, feeling a little headache.

Arriving at the shore, back in London, Alexis went to the Ministry of Magic.

This time, he did not meet the lion-like head of the Auror Command. It was said that there was a big case on the Auror side, and all Aurors were dispatched.

He didn't meet Arthur either. Arthur was away for something.

Alexis walked around the Ministry of Magic, and after coming out, walked into Diagon Alley.

He wrote a letter to Dumbledore, telling him that he had finished meeting Black from Azkaban and would go back tomorrow.Tell him not to worry.

After finishing writing, Alexis wandered aimlessly down the street.

He didn't want to go to Hogwarts just yet.

Meeting Black this time, including the news that Dumbledore brought him, touched him greatly. He seemed to feel something, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

He needed to be alone for a while, preferably to clear his head.

………………

Alexis was wandering around, sorting out some budding thoughts that were either good or bad, and so was Black in Azkaban Prison.However, he was not shopping in the street.

According to the rules he pointed to, newcomers like Peter Pettigrew who were sentenced to life imprisonment would be temporarily detained in the outer area to give them a time to adapt. After a period of time, they would be transferred to the place where they should be detained.

Unfortunately, Black is also imprisoned for life - although his case has not been tried and he has not been convicted, but similarly, there is no term of imprisonment, so it means forever.

Blake followed the guard, walking slowly past the stinking cells.The people in the cell seem a little numb. The further inside, the less emotions humans should have. At the back, there will be a "doll".

Blake was a little anxious.

He had to do it quickly and go out and see Harry.

After all, little Harry is now 11 years old, so he should have grown up.

I don’t know if he looks like James or not.

He should be similar. When he was a child, he looked exactly like James.

With that guy Alexis taking care of him, he shouldn't be bullied.

If he can't even do this, haha.

As for Snape, for Lily's sake, he should take care of Harry.

Black was thinking wildly as he walked, selectively forgetting how he had teased Snape and made Snape embarrassed.

After staying in Azkaban for 11 years, this was the first time that he had so many thoughts, the first time that he could not stay calmly, the first time that he wanted to get out as soon as possible, and the first time that he began to yearn for freedom.

Why is it so cold here? That person, please smile.

Ah!

Little Harry...

Hope rekindled in Blake's heart, he walked slowly, and soon, his eyes were attracted by a figure from behind.

Pettigrew Peter!

Peter Pettigrew was not doing well.

Everyone knows the story of James and Lily's family. Even during the detention period before the Wizengamot trial, the prisoners who were detained together also beat him with fists and kicks after they heard that he was the one who betrayed James' family.

In just half a month, Peter Pettigrew's originally plump body has turned into a football. In a few days, he will evolve again and turn into a telephone pole.

After the trial, Peter Pettigrew collapsed to the ground when he heard that he had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

Ever since he was sent here last night, Peter Pettigrew has been in a constant state of panic.

At first, the inmates in his room were quite kind to him. They explained the rules here to him and taught him how to deal with the dementors. Everyone was still very kind.

By this morning, somehow they began to know that Peter Pettigrew was the one who betrayed James.

The way these people looked at him changed.

When Black saw him, he had just finished being "sucked" by the dementors and was being surrounded by his fellow inmates in a corner, maintaining a crouching position and trembling all over.

Opposite him, a "prison bully" dug around and took out a few yellowed papers from his pants. While reading the short story on it to his fellow inmates, he glanced sideways at Peter Pettigrew.

"Squat down!"

"Who told you to listen!"

"That's right! Who told you to listen!"

A tall and thin inmate was sitting cross-legged on Peter Pettigrew. He felt the shaking underneath him and almost fell to the ground.He steadied himself, slapped Peter Pettigrew on the back of the head, and yelled.

Pettigrew didn't dare to make a sound, silently stabilizing his crouching position and enduring it.

Blake saw everything, and he sneered, causing the slightly noisy prison area to fall into silence.

Several wandering dementors seemed to sense something, paused slightly in the air, and began to approach Blake.

"Shut up! Go!"

The guard's expression changed, he scolded in a low voice, and quickened his pace.

He didn't want to get close to these monsters.

"Peter Pettigrew. We meet again."

Black ignored the guard's words, came to Peter Pettigrew, and said with a smile.

His smile was warm, with a cheerful and sunny flavor.

The dementors floated faster.

"Help me, Blake, help me!"

As if seeing a savior, Peter Pettigrew immediately turned to Black for help.

Blake's smile grew brighter. He stood outside the iron fence and grabbed Peter Pettigrew's hand, like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"I will." He nodded. "I'll come back to you. Peter."

At this time, the prisoners who bullied Peter, the guards guarding Blake, and the prisoners in several surrounding cells all backed away in fear, trying to stay as far away from Blake as possible.

Above their heads, several dementors floated quickly and circled around Blake.

"let me go!"

Peter trembled all over, suddenly collapsed to the ground, and kept retreating.

Unfortunately, his arm was tightly held by Blake.

"Don't go, Peter Pettigrew."

"I'll come back to find you."

"This is my meeting gift for you."

Blake always maintained a sunny and cheerful smile.Greet the Dementor with a smile.