Dementors of the Blakes

In Azkaban, there are no doctors, and there are no potions that can be used for treatment, so getting injured is a very troublesome thing.

Generally speaking, the prisoners here seldom have extra energy to carry out "fighting" incidents. Besides, the punishment for "prisoners hurting prisoners" is very severe. Ruining the quality of other foods?Don't want to live anymore, don't you? !

Therefore, to a certain extent, this has put an end to the most serious phenomenon of "eating the strong" and "forming cliques" in other human prisons. This is the most proud achievement of our race as prison guards. Outside humans... can't learn that.

Let's not go into detail on this point.

All in all, here's one thing I'm trying to say: I'm struggling with Bella's injury.

You can't expect me to take care of this woman the way I took care of Sirius when he was sick.

I am a prison warden.

Since I could sense the annoyance and a trace of regret in Sirius' heart, I simply threw him to him, and let him put on a "what's the matter with me" attitude, and ignored him.

I called a house elf as a helper, it will help Sirius to a certain extent, at least it is not a problem to prepare some common items.

As for myself, I suppressed the gloomy aura that was leaked just now, with Sirius' resentful eyes, Rodolph's horrified eyes, Bella's dreamy eyes, and Rabastan's silent eyes, Leisurely drifting away.

I have important things to prepare.

As far as the current situation is concerned, it is impossible to transfer the other three people, because the previous agency area has been handed over to the new team leader. Instead of changing three people, it is better to transfer Sirius alone. It's more convenient to come out.

Therefore, I have to explore where it is more appropriate.

I have been going around all the areas under my jurisdiction, and I have not found a cell that will not be disturbed by other prisoners and that suits my wishes. It is not as good as the current one. It is at the corner again, and there were two lunatics on the opposite side. OK.

I was very impatient, and even regretted my decision to bring the three Lestranges over. I gave up the two-person world with Sirius in order to watch a big show. Oh, it's really not worth it!

And just when I was annoyed, before I knew it, I floated to my room.

Oh, yes, you heard that right, it is indeed my own room.

Although we dementors don't need to rest and sleep, in Azkaban, in our own home, there is always an independent place to rest.

The Azkaban castle is very large, and it has a very tall spire. Near the top of the tower, there are scattered stone caves that are occupied by our people.

I thought... maybe I could get Sirius here?

Once this thought popped up, I couldn't restrain it.

Think about it, the Ministry of Magic only requires prisoners to be imprisoned in Azkaban, but there is no rule that prisoners cannot share a room with a dementor!Naturally, our family does not have strict requirements in this regard, as long as the prisoner does not leave the cell for himself.

Then, make my dwelling place his prison.

It couldn't have been better.

However, this open stone cave, although the stone caves in the neighbors are all empty and was not selected by other clansmen, it is very safe for Sirius, but after all, there are no iron railings, so it is not suitable as a prison cell.

I thought about it, and called the house elves to install a lot of chains and shackles in the deepest part of the cave, and then drew a "[-]th line" at the entrance of the cave, called "Whoever crosses the line dies".

In this way, if Sirius still had a brain, he wouldn't run out in this place full of resting places for other tribesmen, and if he was not careful, he would be courting death...

After finishing all this, I decided to go and get the man back myself.

As soon as I got closer to that cell, I felt the smell of blood faded a lot. Obviously, Sirius had treated Bella's injury, although I don't know what kind of dispute he had with Bella, so that the rage got out of control Until Armanigues came out, but looking at it now, he obviously calmed down.

Immediately afterwards, I heard their conversation.

"Sirius Black! What was that one just now!?" The voice belonged to Rodolphus.

"As you can see, a dementor," Sirius replied casually.

"...You!! You traitor!! This is the one, isn't it?!"

This is Bella's voice. It seems that she is in good condition. I know she has been obsessed with finding out the reason and the inside story of why Sirius received special treatment in Azkaban, and now... as she sees, I am this Insider.

As for why I became this insider, even I don't know, and Bella may never have the chance to know.

In order to show my existence, I slowly released my aura, and floated over bit by bit in a coquettish and majestic posture. The depressive wind lifted my cloak, and the bottom was floating empty, Oh, I must be so handsome and cool, quietly, they all fell silent without a word.

Well... definitely not being frightened by my instinctive aura.

And I definitely didn't deliberately use this method to make them stiff and dull in order to avoid Bella's screaming and Rodolph's questioning eyes...

I'm so bad, hide your face.

When I came to the prison door, I could feel their happiness flowing into my body. I opened the prison door, then reached out and took out a neck iron ring from under the cloak, and it floated eeriely in front of Sirius. It was put on his neck with a sound.

"You...you..." Sirius uttered a syllable with his teeth trembling. I expressed my surprise that he hadn't endured my aura for so long, yet he was able to face me with my instinct activated, at such a close distance. The distance makes a sound.

He seemed less and less afraid of me.

Thinking this way, I grabbed the iron chain connected with the hoop, led Sirius out of the cell, and closed the cell door again.

It wasn't until I was far away from that cell that I suppressed my aura again.

Sirius took a breath after following me, then grabbed the iron chain with one hand, stopping my progress.

"What the hell is this!!?" He asked me, grabbing the iron chain, "What are you doing with my neck!"

Dog chain, ahem, I made a mistake, it's an iron chain!

This is for confinement of prisoners, definitely not for pets!

I ignored his questioning and anger, and pulled the chain vigorously, but he was obedient. Although he was full of doubts and dissatisfaction, he still followed me.

I think I can already imagine the funny expression on his face full of question marks and forcibly holding back. There is also an iron ring around his neck, connected to an iron chain, and the other end of the chain is held in my hand...

Once again, I deeply regret that my family is blind.

After walking a long way, observing all kinds of prisoners along the way, and meeting several clansmen who were patrolling or eating, I finally brought Sirius to my residence smoothly.

He stood at the door for a long time in a daze. I suspected that the beautiful characters on the ground that read "Those who cross the line will die" fascinated him, and I tried to pull him into the depths of the cave, but he was stunned again.

"This... this... what is this!!?"

Oh, he probably refers to this series of iron chains, handcuffs, and anklets that I carefully prepared for him.

"I don't need these!" Sirius frowned, "Where did you bring me!"

Why don't you need it? You are my prisoner. It is already very risky to bring you to my residence. If you escape, who will be responsible? !

"I...I won't run away." Sirius sighed, "I stayed in Azkaban voluntarily, because of me, I killed a very important friend, and I have to accept punishment for my mistakes .”

... I knew he wasn't lying, because his emotions gave me this signal, but I ignored him, and still reached out to pick up the iron chain. He seemed to be resisting this, trying to struggle, but he forgot, there was still a chain around his neck. Something is in my hand.

I released some dark breath, suppressed his struggle, and used the cold metal to firmly imprison him in the depths of my residence.

That's good, really good.

I haven't been this satisfied in a long time.

It's just that I think it's good, but Sirius doesn't think so.

These things don't actually affect his actions, they just limit the scope of his actions, but he seems really sad, depressed to death, curled up in a corner and doesn't talk to me.

I sighed deeply in my heart, I haven't been alone with him for a long time, and it's been a long time since I sucked his happiness and watched his memory. For me now, these are the things I want to do most.

However, I didn't do this, because I found that I wanted to make him happy more than these.

So, I took out a piece of parchment, and I tried to comfort him.

I wrote seriously: I will take you out to let the wind go, not lock you up all the time.

He moaned and whimpered, and seemed to be even more desolate...

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I—a dementor, a dementor who abducted a large giant dog, kept the pet firmly at home, and promised to walk the dog frequently, and prepare delicious meat and bones, but these... It seems that there is nothing Can make the dog happy, I think, I need a copy of "Dog Raising Encyclopedia".