Chapter 393 He Finally Started His Own Journey

In March 1993 (the exact date is unknown), it was still gloomy outside the bars

I don't know how long I can last in Azkaban. Just last night, a dementor pounced on me. With that horrible appearance, I think I might have nightmares for days.

So I didn't sleep tonight.

I'm tired enough to have nightmares, but I still don't fall asleep.

Because diagonally across from my prison, there is a terrifying Death Eater who cries for a while and laughs for a while, and is particularly infiltrating in the empty and quiet prison.

I……

"Hey hey..."

Anton frowned, stopped writing "Prisoner of Azkaban", pushed open the cell door and walked out angrily.

He stared at Rodolphs coldly, "You're so fucking endless, it was your brother before, now it's you, laugh again, I'll kill you right now!"

Rodolphus just poked his head up, blinking his eyes desperately with his upturned head, and there were faint tears in his eye sockets.

"Shut up, understand? I need to prepare my emotions!"

Rodolphus did not speak, but took a deep, sobbing breath.

"Very good." Anton stretched out his hand and nodded him, "Whether you are happy or sad, shut up!"

Slap.

The cell door is closed.

Sadness rippled again on Anton's face, and the dark green flame words floated in front of him.

——I raised my head desperately, not letting my tears fall, how regretful I am.

——I dare not make a sound, these dark wizards are too scary, they warned me with a murderous look.

——I just feel that this immature heart is constantly sinking, sinking...

--I……

"Woo woo woo..."

What the hell am I!

Anton's finally brewing emotions were dissipated again. He kicked open the prison door, rolled up his sleeves, and strode to Rodolphs' cell.

Zheng~

A series of dagger-like bear claws extended from the fingertips, cutting through the iron railing in an instant.

Anton reached in with his left hand and grabbed Rodolphs' collar, pulled his upper body out of the gap, and held the 'pale spine' against his throat with his right hand, "Do you want to die?"

Rodolphus just shook his head sadly, tears flowed down the gully on his face, shaking on his chin and refusing to drip.

"Am I stupid?"

"Yes, you idiot!"

"Then you kill me!"

"???" Anton blinked, leaned back tactically, and looked at this guy suspiciously, yo, do you really want to die?

He is a good man, this kind of request is too simple.

"Okay, then I'll kill you and let others know what the rules are."

Rodolphus looked at this world with nostalgia, but unfortunately, there was nothing in Azkaban worth remembering the last scene of this world, so he closed his eyes deeply, and waited patiently for the coming of death.

There was a rattling sound from the cell opposite.

Rabastan, Rodolphus' younger brother, roared angrily, "Don't kill my brother! You devil, if you want to kill you, kill me first!"

"Ha~"

Anton sneered, "Don't pretend to be a brotherhood in front of me. When you killed other people's families, when young parents killed them when they were babies and elderly parents, why didn't you show the beauty of human nature? gone?"

He looked around, "Who else, who else is going to die together, I work harder, help this world clean up the garbage, don't be afraid to trouble me for things that are convenient."

Shhhhh~

The prisoners who had just been watching the play on the railing shrank back one after another and disappeared into the darkness.

Anton raised his eyebrows, sneered, ignored the younger brother, and looked down at Rodolphs, "Master An showed kindness today, and let you die with dignity."

He pulled Rabastan out of the gap and threw him in the corridor.

"Remember, the secret of becoming a bear lies in the mobilization of emotions. Think about your happiest things, the happiest times, the best past, and it is best to have something to protect."

"Come, come, try quickly, become a great white bear, and fight with me."

Rodolphs just lay silent on the ground, did not speak, slowly buried his face under his arms, and wept.

"!!!"

"It's hard for me to do it like this. It's like a puddle of mud lying there. It's hard for me to start."

silent~

Silence is the noise of the night in Azkaban.

It's really quiet here, except for the faint to almost inaudible wailing from the downstairs floor that can be heard from the iron bed, there is no other sound.

There's not even a bug in this damn place.

It's so quiet that sometimes you can actually hear your heartbeat.

Anton shook his head, "It's boring."

Turn around and go back to your cell to continue writing "Prisoner of Azkaban".

—at last, the dreaded Death Eater fell silent. But it's so quiet here that it's scary, and I can't help but think back to my pale and short life. I used to live in the Muggle world before I was apprenticed to Fiennes the Potions Master.

——It was a war-torn country, a cannonball could easily destroy a tall building the size of the Ministry of Magic, fired from 20 miles away with a whoosh, the cannonball crossed the sky and exploded in the ears.

——At that time I was thinking, Muggles are too scary. Until I met the wizard, I still maintained this concept.

——It was a lingering nightmare in childhood...

"Roar……"

A beast's roar interrupted Anton's train of thought again, and he frantically rubbed his hair, "Ahhh~~~ How can I make it up like this, bah, how can I write it~~~"

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the huge figure of the big white bear with antlers appearing in front of the cell.

The generous body almost completely blocked the remaining light in the cell.

The arm that was so thick that it was almost as thick as a gasoline barrel suddenly straightened, grabbed the iron railing, and the huge muscle mass of the shoulder shook, completely removing the entire iron railing wall.

Obviously, Rodolphs has a good talent for controlling the body of the great pyrenes.

The huge palm just grasped lightly, and pinched the entire upper body of the person.

Pulled it out.

"Bellatrix Lestrange!"

Rodolphus's animal eyes reflected the woman in his hand, his mouth opened and closed, revealing fangs longer than Bella's head, "No, you don't deserve this surname, you should be called Bellatrix Black. "

"or……"

"The same last name as the Dark Lord?"

Oh huh~

Anton's eyes lit up, he waved his hand to disperse the dark green flame text in front of him, and quickly recorded everything in front of him.

"Rodolphus seized the opportunity and grabbed the woman in the next cell by the neck."

"The woman's name is Bellatrix Lestrange, and she is his wife."

"But he obviously doesn't see it that way. His eyes are full of anger, sadness, questioning, um, and some incomprehension."

"...Do you still think I'm your husband? The man asked. Bella just laughed maniacally. Merlin's beard, I'm absolutely sure about it, this woman may have gone crazy."

"...God, the crazy woman said, 'I only belong to the master'. Wow, it's too scary. Even though the mysterious man is dead, he still has such loyal fans..."

"But Rodolphs doesn't seem to understand the feelings of such fanatical fans for idols, thinking that he was cuckolded by his former master."

"What should I call Bella? You-Know-Who's woman? That's an interesting title."

"..."

"It's amazing that the Death Eaters are fighting each other. Brothers, husbands and wives, comrades-in-arms, all beautiful terms, in this terrible hell, where all the sharpest conflicts erupt here, these relationships are expressed like this fragility."

"Everyone is desperate. Everyone knows that their ultimate destiny is death."

"I once told Professor Dumbledore that death is a great adventure, and Professor Dumbledore agreed with me with a smile."

"Yes, I have always believed that death is not terrible, what is terrible is living but has lost all hope and vision of the future."

"Right now, I have no future because I am a prisoner of Azkaban."

Tut tut.

Anton looked at this article in admiration. To write a book, the most important thing is to write the first word.

He has finally started his journey, and with these lovely materials, he is sure to write a best-selling book.

Thanks to Professor Lockhart for his tireless teaching.

As a traveler, it really is a perfect match for publishing a book.