Chapter 1

Gringotts.

A treasure vault that had been sealed for a long time.

In the vast space, only a notebook lay on the ground, covered in dust.

Today, an old man opened the vault's door.

He followed the clues left by someone and found this place.

Seeing the notebook, the old man cautiously refrained from touching it with his hands.

He waved his old wand gently.

The notebook flew up and opened automatically.

What caught the old man's moon-shaped glasses was a passage of "national essence," and as expected, he heard someone cursing in his ear, a very familiar voice.

"Merlin's beard!"

"Oh." The old man showed a hint of surprise.

"Such a short-tempered young man."

He said.

This notebook, like a howler, had a voice. When the notebook was opened, someone was roaring!

Hysterically.

"If the despicable Crouch gives me another chance, I will commit suicide before being sent to Azkaban.

That place is truly terrifying.

It's worse than death.

Even if I escape, it will forever be my nightmare.

I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

These stupid Ministry bureaucrats, these disgusting Dementors.

One day, I will kill all the Dementors, all of them!

Such disgusting creatures should not exist in the wizarding world!

I will throw all the Ministry bureaucrats into Azkaban! I swear!"

Someone used blue ink to vent their emotions in this ordinary notebook.

The resentment was evident.

Below this passage, a pseudonym was written.

Dewey Jones.

"Dewey Jones? Indeed, it's you.

You called me here to show me your journey of the heart?

This is truly interesting. Although you are not my most outstanding student, you are the most interesting person I have ever met."

The old man smiled gently and continued to flip through the pages.

After reading this page, the person reading the diary seemed to become interested in it.

He used his old wand to turn the pages, arriving at the first page.

On the first page of the diary, the writing became increasingly messy.

The voice it emitted also became increasingly manic!

"Hard mode mission, I open my eyes to find myself in Azkaban?

What merit do I have to be sent to Azkaban with that crazy woman, Bellatrix?

No!!

No, I have to escape. I don't want to go to Azkaban.

I am innocent!

Damn Voldemort.

Damn the Ministry.

Damn Dumbledore.

Minister, Aurors, Hit Wizards, White Lord, Dark Lord, and the Ministry's bureaucrats!

You are all a bunch of idiots!

I will get out of Azkaban!

The Ministry's bitches, you will pay for what you have done!"

Hearing himself called the White Lord, the old man was speechless.

He raised his old wand and deflected a few curses hidden in the pages, feeling even more helpless.

"Naughty boy."

He said.

To this day, the old man still doesn't know how Dewey escaped from Azkaban.

He doesn't even know where the boy has gone.

He has fooled half the wizarding world.

It's truly intriguing.

Just as the old man wanted to delve deeper into Dewey's psychological journey, the lock behind him was opened.

A huge figure walked in.

Hagrid, wearing his large robe, jingling.

His face was very pale, looking like he was about to vomit.

"Headmaster," he said to Dumbledore, "I have retrieved the item you wanted. Dewey left a curse on the door, turning the opening goblin into a pig.

He left a Galleon, saying it's for Harry Potter.

He said it's the price for the Invisibility Cloak, paid upon delivery, and the transaction is complete."

"Transaction complete, good, Hagrid."

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised that someone had bought a Deathly Hallow for one Galleon.

He naturally put the diary in his pocket and said, "Good, since you have retrieved the item, let's go back. The Gringotts carts are quite thrilling, aren't they?

Would you like to ride in one again, Hagrid? This time, I'll ride in the cart in front of you.

Remember to hold onto that Galleon; it's for Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore said playfully, winking at Hagrid, and got into the cart, speeding towards the Gringotts building, making a "whoosh" sound.

Hearing the headmaster's words, Hagrid's face turned even paler. He forced himself to suppress his urge to vomit, put on his wind goggles, and said, "Alright, little goblin, let's start the adventure!"

The goblin of Gringotts wore a malicious expression.

"Alright, sir, hold onto the bar tightly."

The goblin looked at Hagrid maliciously, accelerated, and the cart shot towards the Gringotts building at a breathtaking speed!

A few minutes later, in the Gringotts bank hall.

Hagrid, trembling, landed on the ground, and with a "vomit" sound, he vomited all over the floor.

The goblin looked at him with disgust.

Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it.

"Hagrid, it seems your motion sickness hasn't improved much."

Dumbledore said, pulling Hagrid out of Gringotts and seeing the bustling wizards in Diagon Alley.

"Let's go back."

Dumbledore said.

"I still need to find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher for the school. I hope this time, the teacher will stay longer. There are not many qualified candidates left."

He muttered, leading Hagrid into the crowd and disappearing.

...

1982, evening.

Unknown sea.

An area that cannot be located by magic.

The small boat glided over the turbulent waves.

From here, Azkaban was already in sight.

Due to tension and despair, Dewey Jones, who had just crossed over, felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach, almost nauseous.

His body was also shivering.

The woman behind him was laughing maniacally, making Dewey even more desperate.

"I don't want to go to Azkaban. I am innocent. I am just a pitiful穿越者."

These were the only words in his mind.

He wanted to jump off the boat, but the Aurors on one side and the sharks in the sea made him stop this dangerous idea.

Under the sunset, Azkaban was shrouded in shadows.

"Thud."

The boat docked.

Dewey saw several Hit Wizards from the Ministry's Department of Magical Law Enforcement hurriedly approaching.

They were eager to leave this place.

The boat had arrived, and supplies had arrived, indicating that the Ministry had sent people to change shifts.

The Hit Wizards who had learned "Patronus" were only a few, and they took turns guarding the prison.

Seeing the newcomers, they all breathed a sigh of relief and even rare smiles appeared on their faces.

However, this happiness quickly disappeared.

"Almost attracted the Dementors."

One Hit Wizard muttered.

Dewey's eyes swept over these Hit Wizards and looked behind them.

Behind them was a cliff hundreds of meters high.

On top of the cliff was the location of the high-security prisoners in this magical prison, the habitat of the Dementors, and Dewey's future "home."

The Dementors, those powerful and evil dark creatures, like giant bats, flew around the ruins of the castle on the cliff. Just one glance made Dewey feel his breath freeze.

"These damned, dirty things."

Mad-Eye Moody couldn't help but mutter.

Even elite Aurors didn't like these dark creatures.

He felt as if he was soaking in cold seawater, damp and hopeless.

He took out chocolate from his clothes, broke it into pieces, and handed it to the Hit Wizards.

Beside him, three elite Aurors held their wands, watching the prisoners on the boat.

The Hit Wizards behind them were also vigilant, ready to cast curses if the prisoners made any moves.

Mad-Eye Moody, after scanning the Dementors, looked at the prisoners he was escorting, took a sip of alcohol, and said to them, "Ah, you bastards, enjoy your wonderful life here. I swear you will rot here, definitely.

With your master."

Dewey Jones didn't speak, his heart dead.

"I am innocent."

He said in a low voice.

His words provoked laughter from the woman behind him.

"You coward, weakling, disgusting worm.

Your master doesn't have weak subordinates like you!

You should thank me for not having a wand, or I would use 'Cruciatus' to teach you what loyalty means."

The woman behind him said maniacally, spitting.

Her originally pretty face was now twisted.

Dewey glanced at the woman and then at the senior Death Eaters beside her, his eyes revealing despair.

He didn't understand why he could be so unlucky.

When he crossed over, he found himself in London. Before he could figure out the situation, he saw the senior Death Eaters beside him.

In 1981, Voldemort failed to kill Harry Potter and fled, his soul fragment traveling to Albania.

The Ministry began a full-scale counterattack.

Aurors were capturing fleeing Death Eaters everywhere.

The original owner of this body, Dewey Jones, a Ravenclaw, a loyal Death Eater, had a moment of madness. Instead of seeking help from the Ministry to claim he was under the Imperius Curse and controlled by Voldemort to avoid punishment, he joined the senior Death Eaters, working with the madwoman Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband, and Barty Crouch Jr., to capture and torture the Longbottoms, seeking information about Voldemort's whereabouts.

He was an accomplice in gathering information.

As a result, they were all captured.

Bellatrix and her husband, Barty Crouch Jr., were sentenced to life in Azkaban.

Dewey was sentenced to forty years in Azkaban.

"Get off the boat, you scum."

Mad-Eye Moody, wand in hand, said to them.

Azkaban is the name of the island.

Here, the entire island is Azkaban. Only the most dangerous criminals are imprisoned in the Dementors' lair.

The rest of the lighter criminals are mostly thrown outside the castle, not constantly "harassed" by the Dementors.

Their chances of survival are much higher.

"Expecto Patronum!"

Mad-Eye Moody summoned his Patronus and led them to the castle on the cliff.

Dewey and the others, under the influence of the Imperius Curse, followed Mad-Eye Moody step by step.

Outside the castle, the Dementors flying around looked happy.

They could sense that they would have a feast today!

Dewey was thrown into the castle, the light disappeared, and the Dementors pounced, sucking greedily!

Dewey didn't even have time to think before the Dementors sucked away all his happiness, and he fainted.

After eating, the Dementors turned and left, seeking other happiness.

Mad-Eye Moody continued to lead the other prisoners deeper into the prison.