hp Ouroboros

Between the east of Scotland and the Scandinavian Peninsula where Northern Europe is located, there is a North Sea with not deep water but frequent storms.And in a corner of the North Sea, there is a sea area that ordinary people never notice. The sky here never sees the sun, and it looks gloomy and gloomy all year round. Strong storms shroud the sea, and huge waves beat against it all year round. Around the only small island in this area, countless grotesque reefs and submarine vortexes are formed.

Even though it is mid-to-late July, when the temperature in the North Sea is the most pleasant time of the year, this place that no one pays attention to is still dark. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that the reefs protruding from the sea around the island are still covered with ice.

A huge figure swayed slightly in the storm to keep its balance, intermittent hawk-like cries came from the howling whirlwind.

"This kind of environment... It's a good thing that Sirius can swim out by himself." To ordinary people, it sounded like an eagle's cry, but to Sylvia, who had transformed into a caracal cat, she could understand the words.

Because of Dumbledore's plan, Sylvia, Camille and Sirius Black were leading Sirius to prepare to go to Azkaban, the most notorious prison in the British wizarding world, on the morning of the Quidditch final.

Camille turned into a huge Thunderbird, holding a big steel basket with its paws, and Sylvia, who transformed into a furry silver gray caracal, and Sirius, a big black dog, sat in the basket.

"As long as adult wizards don't want to die, the natural environment won't pose too much danger to us!" Sirius, who looked like a big black dog, replied whining.

Before Camille could say anything, a small isolated island appeared in the waves.

"Here it is, there it is!" Half of Sirius' body was hanging outside the basket, and he pointed his paw at the isolated island in front of him excitedly.

"Don't go down after you reach the sky above Azkaban. Dementors can sense magic power, and they may come to attack you." Sylvia stretched out her sharp claws and retracted to confirm the state , while explaining to Camille.

"Hey! So I'm just a vehicle!" Camille shook her paw dissatisfied, and the violently shaking basket almost threw Sirius out.

"Stop making trouble! You didn't listen to Principal Dumbledore's explanation in the old house before! Well, it's almost there, we're going down!" The island is getting closer, and Sylvia can already see the island There is a solitary dilapidated stone tower-like building on the top. The stone tower is not high, only about four or five floors, and there are damages everywhere. If you don't say it, Sylvia would never think that such a dilapidated stone tower can actually live in people.There are a few black and gray figures floating around the island, which are dementors.

Inclement weather, isolated islands, and countless dementors who feed on hope and happiness, it's no wonder that there has never been a record of a wizard imprisoned here before the illegal Animagus Sirius Black.

As Camille approached, several dementors seemed to have discovered a magical creature there, and they flew over.

"They've spotted you! Lower the altitude! It's here!" Sirius yelled.

As soon as the wings were retracted, Camille quickly swooped to the surface of the sea, at the moment when he was closest to the surface of the sea.

"Jump!!" Sirius roared and jumped out of the big steel basket on Camille's paw, and fell directly into the sea.Silvia also followed and jumped into the sea.

Camille spread her wings and fanned it vigorously, and took off again before the dementors caught up with her, and flew away from the small island. Several dementors chased after the re-flying Camille, and it seemed that they did not notice that it was not magic. Creatures of Sirius and Sylvia.

Flying a short distance away, the dementors may not be able to catch up, or there may be a distance limit in the restrictions of the Ministry of Magic. The dementors chasing Camille gradually stopped, hovering in the air for a while, and finally stopped. Unwilling to fly back to the island.

The interior of the Azkaban Prison was completely in line with the dilapidated appearance from the outside. Except for the stone cells, which were relatively complete, other places, such as the corridors and stairs, showed a dilapidated state of disrepair.

Jumping over a short section of broken steps, the big black dog continued to run up, "I remember that Lestrange was locked on the top floor, and he should be on the top of me at that time. Hmph, I have heard about Les now and then. Trange's voice."

Sirius was right. When they finally endured the nausea and despair emanating from the dementors floating around, they reached the highest floor. Sylvia saw at a glance The woman in one of the five stone chambers—I don’t know if it’s a woman is appropriate, Bellatrix Lestrange in front of her is extremely thin, it seems that only a layer of skin is left on her body , The black hair that has not been taken care of for a long time is knotted and dry.Without any chains on her body, the woman quietly huddled in a corner of the cell.

"The door here can actually be kicked open with a little effort..." Sirius said and straightened up, and his two front paws violently slapped on the rusty iron gate of Bella's cell.

"Crack!" There was a loud noise, just as Sirius said, the iron fence door that held the most vicious prisoners was smashed open so easily.

Hearing the sound, the woman sitting quietly in the corner raised her head... Sylvia gasped, the woman's dark eyes were full of madness, her mouth was even smiling, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth.

"Ah...Master, have you come to find Bella..." Bella's voice was as dry as that of someone who hasn't drank water for a long time, her mind seemed to be unclear, and she didn't focus on Sirius or Syl at all. On Via's body, she just looked at a certain place meaninglessly, and said with a strange smile.

"If it weren't for Professor Dumbledore needing you!" Sirius said angrily, and his subordinates slapped his cousin mercilessly in the face. The huge force directly knocked Bella's skinny body into the air. Hit the wall and passed out.

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A moldy old boot...the so-called portkey had given Harry a hard time, a hook seemed to jerk forward with irresistible momentum just behind his navel, before he could express his disbelief. There was a weird feeling that the navel was hooked, and Harry felt that the group of them was stuffed into a front-loading washing machine, twirled wildly for a while, and then fell to the ground in a daze after being spit out by the washing machine.

Stranger things are yet to come. The wizards gathered together and set up a tented camp. What happened, Harry actually saw that it was almost a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied to the entrance, it was said to be a tent camp...

But this was the first time he had seen so many wizards!Mr. Weasley even let them try to pitch the tent themselves!

After working for a long time, I finally set up two crooked two-person tents. When I walked in, I saw that there was an old-fashioned three-room hut inside!There is even a bathroom and a kitchen!

Mr. Weasley picked up the dusty kettle and looked into the dusty room, "We need some water... then Ron, you and Harry and Hermione go get us some water, and then ’” Mr. Weasley handed them the big kettle, “the others go gather wood, get ready for the fire, and clean up the house, okay?”

"But we have a stove," said Ron, who followed Harry into the tent, seemingly oblivious to the unusual space inside, "why not just..."

"Ron, don't forget the safety regulations against Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said seriously, but the excited expression on his face because he was eager to try it was really not convincing, "I've seen it! Muggles When we camped, we lit the fire outdoors!"

Well, Mr. Weasley is a strange pure-blood wizard who is very interested in the life of Muggles, but it sounds fun to light a fire outside. A pair of Weasley children present did not object, and the twins fought and ran out.

Harry and the others also went out with the kettle and walked slowly between the tents. Needless to say, Harry and Hermione had never seen so many wizards together. Even Ron, who was born in a pure wizarding family, was equally interested. Looking around.

Harry had never thought about wizards from other countries. Three black wizards who seemed to be from Africa sat beside a pile of suspicious-looking purple bonfires, muttering some incomprehensible languages ​​with serious faces.A group of middle-aged white wizards were chatting and laughing, and a shiny banner hung high between their tents: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"That's an American wizarding school, I've seen that name in a book!" Hermione said excitedly, if Ron hadn't pulled her back, maybe she would have gone over to chat with other wizarding school people by now up.

"We're going to fill water, remember? These people's tents are here and they won't run away. Let's talk about it later!...Wow!" Ron yelled.

They came to a place that was green as far as the eye could see, and all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, which looked like countless strange-shaped green hills emerging from the ground.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!"

It was Seamus Finnigan, their Gryffindor classmate.He waved to them, sitting in front of his family's clover-covered tent, with his best friend Dean Thomas next to him.

"Do you like the decorations?" Seamus asked with a grin, "although the Ministry of Magic is not too pleased."

"Why can't we show our colors?" A young woman with fair hair came out of the hut, it was Mrs. Finnigan "You should go and see, the Bulgarians hang their tents with pictures, that's called Exaggeration! Of course you support the Irish team, don't you?" Mrs. Finnigan stared at Harry, Ron and Hermione brightly until they assured her that they did support the Irish team, which was obviously the Irish team. The wife of Die-hard fans finally let them go.

Out of curiosity, Hermione took the lead towards the camp of the Bulgarian supporters.

They didn't exaggerate the vegetation, but each tent had the same photo posted on it - a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows, even in the photo of the wizarding world, the gloomy face A young man who does nothing but wink and frown.

"Krum," Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" Ron yelled now, seeming annoyed at Hermione's ignorance of the character, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker! Awesome! And very young , only left and right. He's a genius, and you'll see tonight."

Shrugging, Hermione turned her head to Harry and said in a low voice, trying not to let Ron hear, "But he looks too gloomy."

Walking back to the junction of the tents of the two teams of supporters, Hermione suddenly saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Pansy?!"

"Ah? What's the matter?" Ron stopped and looked back at Hermione, who was lagging behind for a while. Following Hermione's surprised eyes, Ron and Harry saw not far away, they were talking fluently with a group of Bulgarian adult wizards Talking to Pansy Parkinson in a language they don't understand.

Just in time, the conversation should be over, Pansy shook hands with a wizard, and when she turned her head to leave, she saw Hermione standing there watching her.

Instead of coming forward to chat with Hermione, Pansy nodded to Hermione flatly, turned around and left without saying anything.

"What's her attitude!" Ron yelled angrily.

"Are you really as familiar as you said?" Harry also felt strange, logically speaking, according to what Hermione said, they went to Australia together for almost a month a year ago, and Parkinson also entertained Hermione this year. After going to the Zabini family's villa for a few days, shouldn't their relationship be good?

Hermione nodded, and there was no disappointment on her face when she turned her head, but a happy smile instead, "It's a friend!"

"Then why didn't you come up to say a word to you?" Ron caught up with Hermione and asked.

"Didn't you see a few Slytherin wizards behind her? Wouldn't it be embarrassing for Pansy to come up and talk to us at that time? It would be nice if she nodded and said hello to me."

"What, isn't Parkinson supporting us? Then her friends..."

Hermione stopped and looked at Ron very seriously, "It's true that Pansy supports us, but she doesn't have many friends around her. It's not easy for her to leave the family and live outside by herself. How can I Go make trouble for her!"

"They have already supported us, why does she want to make those bad friends! Obviously she is uneasy and kind!"

After being silent for a while, Hermione said, "I couldn't understand it before, but getting along with Sister Sylvia made me gradually understand."

"Life has to be lived anyway... For example, if you are a loyal supporter of the Bulgaria team, don't you go to the shop opened by the supporters of the Irish team?"

"How can this be the same?! It's the 'that person' question!"

"Isn't there nothing happening right now?" Hermione said calmly, "Senior Sylvia and Pansy, both of them are running their own businesses. I think that doesn't mean you don't like it. Who can not socialize with each other. Just like even if Mr. Malfoy is unfortunate enough to work in the Ministry of Magic, he is still in the same department as your father. Can Mr. Weasley say that because he doesn't like Mr. Malfoy and not Did you go to work?"

Ron was speechless, and Harry walked quietly. He had never thought about this issue before, but simply regarded the matter of supporting Principal Dumbledore or Voldemort as a benchmark for judging people, and supported Dumbledore. Principal Lido's people are good people, and those who support Voldemort, even if they are only vaguely biased, he thinks they are bad people, but it seems that they are indeed...

Especially now that the two sides have not started fighting, for some neutral swingers, if they are hostile to them because of this, it will only push more people out.

But Hermione could think of this...Harry looked at the back of Hermione who was walking in the front. Hermione had gradually grown, and Hermione, who was becoming slimmer, looked particularly mature and calm.