Chapter 90 Do You Understand My Brother, or Do I Understand My Brother?

There is no day or night in Azkaban. The only embellishment is the daily roar of the prisoners.

Cyrus soon got tired of the crossword puzzles in the newspaper. Even in Azkaban, doing such things is a waste of time. If you have this spare time, you might as well practice more magic. These days, his Patronus Charm has become more and more proficient.

The short-lived freedom and happiness almost filled all his emotions. The silver thread turned into a huge flying bird in front of his eyes, an eagle!

After Sirius left Azkaban, the number of Soul Eaters in Azkaban prison decreased a lot. Fudge used them as manpower to search for Sirius's traces everywhere, but it was a pity that this was destined to be in vain.

But for Cyrus, this is a good thing.

After the number of Soul Eaters decreased sharply, their impact on the climate near Azkaban was also reduced. The dark clouds seemed to be a little thinner, and sometimes even a few faint rays of sunlight could be cast occasionally.

Soon, the deadline for the second full moon will be here.

A big black dog rushed up to the shore, shaking off the wet water droplets on its fur. It was still biting a small cloth bag in its mouth.

Sirius glanced up with his round eyes. The only Soul Eaters were still flying aimlessly in the sky, not interested in a black dog like him. But he still moved cautiously towards the gray tower.

After passing through many prisoners' cells, Sirius finally found Cyrus in the deepest part.

He passed through the iron bars and turned back into a human form in front of Cyrus. He looked no different from not long ago, except that he changed his clothes, but he was still dirty, unkempt, and his hair was even greasy than Snape's.

"You finally got out, don't you know how to clean yourself up?" Cyrus took a step back with a little disgust, pointed his finger at Sirius, "Clean up."

In an instant, the stench on the dirty tramp disappeared immediately, revealing a not-so-healthy, thin face.

"I don't have that much time. Besides, the waterproof spell you cast on me last time was useless. It was invalid as soon as I left the prison." Sirius threw the bag to Cyrus. He wanted to go back immediately. Anyway, he had done everything according to his oath.

"This is because Dumbledore's magic locked my magic in this cell." Cyrus said, "I believe you don't mind doing me another favor?"

"What?" Sirius did not refuse directly, but looked at Cyrus in confusion. In fact, he was also very curious about what Cyrus wanted Malfoy to bring. The fear that Malfoy showed when he heard the name "Tom Riddle" also surprised Sirius.

But because of the oath, he couldn't ask anything about Cyrus.

At this time, Cyrus took out the contents of the small bag that had been cast with the traceless extension spell - a wand, a Nimbus 2000, a small transparent bottle, a bottle of dew, a ghost-faced hawk moth pupa, and the most outrageous thing was that Malfoy even thoughtfully prepared a small bottle of Felix Felicis.

The transparent glass bottle contained a few drops of golden potion.

Now, Sirius knew what the other party wanted to do.

"Are you going to practice Animagus here?" He asked with a ridiculous face.

Animagus is not an easy transformation. Generally speaking, in order to practice Animagus, a wizard may need to prepare for a long time, and some may even take several years. Not to mention in such a harsh environment as Azkaban.

"What's wrong, is there any problem?" Cyrus first picked up the wand and looked at it carefully. He quickly distinguished that the material of the wand was yew wood and the wand core was phoenix feathers.

Malford specially customized a wand made of the same material as Voldemort's previous wand, but Cyrus felt that it was not as smooth as the one Voldemort remembered. Of course, for a powerful wizard like him, unless it was some special wand, there would be no big difference.

"Of course there is a problem! How are you going to solve it, Moonlight?"

"That's why I want you to help me." Cyrus spit out the leaf of mandrake that had been in his mouth for a month, protected it with magic, and then pulled out a strand of his hair and handed everything to Sirius.

"Originally I could have found a way to break through the clouds with these things, but Dumbledore's magic restricted me, and my spell could not leave the cage. But you can." Cyrus looked at him and continued, "In exchange, I can give you another piece of information."

"Are you hiding something about Peter Pettigrew from me?"

"Not Peter Pettigrew, but your brother, Regulus Black."

Sirius fell into a brief silence, with surprise and a little sadness on his face, but it was soon replaced by a sneer, and he said sarcastically:

"Regulus? Why should I know about that kind of coward - why should I know about a dirty Death Eater? I don't want to know at all which stinking corner he died in!"

"But what if he's not a coward? He's just a kid who accidentally went astray, but found his way back." Cyrus looked into Sirius' eyes and said softly, "He's actually a hero, and more importantly, he holds the key to destroying You-Know-Who.

"Isn't it ironic? The well-known war hero is actually just a traitor who betrayed his friends, while the man who has always been considered a loyal follower of You-Know-Who is actually a true hero."

"Do you really know about him?"

"At least I know more than you, my brother. "

Sirius was speechless for a moment. He had been at odds with his family since he was young, and had already joined the Potter family before he graduated. He really didn't know his timid brother at all, and he had never cared about him. He only remembered that he was always proud of his pure blood and was the most proud heir of the Black family in the heart of his mother who hated Muggles.

They were not on the same path when they were in school, and they parted ways immediately after graduation.

Today, someone actually told him that his brother - a Death Eater - was actually an unknown hero?

But what he cared about more was the "key to eliminating the mysterious man" that Cyrus said.

Didn't they make so many sacrifices more than a decade ago just to eliminate the mysterious man?

Sirius couldn't refuse. In fact, he didn't intend to refuse from the beginning. Cyrus told him about Peter Pettigrew, which was a great favor to him. The matter of Regulus could only be a pleasant surprise to him.

As for the mysterious Cyrus himself, although he was still very curious, at least he was sure that he was not a member of Voldemort's group, and that was enough.