Chapter 3

Sirius Black heard the person in front of him roar like a beast and felt he had encountered a madman.

But why would a madman know about Peter Pettigrew?

Everyone thought Peter was dead, killed by him on the street.

He thought so too.

That was why he laughed out loud when he was caught.

He had avenged James and Lily.

Sirius forced his rusty brain to work hard at this moment, thinking about the problem.

He hadn't used his brain for a long time.

Under the torment of the Dementors, there were no normal people in Azkaban.

Dewei was the same.

He could only keep his mind running and think by relying on a little bit of hope in his head.

Most of the other serious criminals, except for the Death Eaters, had committed suicide in prison.

Only faith and hatred were the only remedies here.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and punched Sirius's face hard.

Black felt his head buzz.

Even at Hogwarts, he had never been hit like this.

Usually, it was they who hit others, and no one had ever treated them like this!

He roared and tried to retaliate, but Dewei skillfully dodged.

Dewei saw a card fall to the ground after his heavy blow.

A card that only he could see!

He pounced on it with joy, and the card was instantly absorbed into his body.

A wave of information appeared in his mind.

He felt he had learned this magic.

【Levicorpus】

【Levicorpus: One of the small spells created by the Half-Blood Prince, Severus Snape, which can hang a person upside down, as if their ankles were grabbed by a Niffler】

【"Oh, Lily, it's not what you think"】

"Damn!"

Seeing that the card was not the one he wanted, Dewei cursed and quickly turned around.

Just as he absorbed the card, Sirius charged forward.

Even without transforming into a big black dog, Sirius was tall and strong. He grabbed Dewei and punched him, but Dewei dodged by lowering his head.

Dewei felt that his body's boxing foundation was indeed not bad.

Dodging this, Dewei cast a spell silently.

【Levicorpus】.

In an instant, Sirius Black was grabbed by an invisible hand by the ankles and hung upside down.

He opened his eyes in surprise, never expecting that someone could cast a spell wandlessly and wordlessly in Azkaban!

How did he do it!

He opened his mouth, but due to not speaking for a long time, Sirius couldn't shout.

He had even forgotten how to speak.

Dewei had already pounced over.

Just casting this spell, his ten magic points were all gone.

In return, his duel count became 1.

Hanging upside down, Sirius only managed to utter a few words before being punched in the face again!

Dewei was hanging on by a thread.

He couldn't stop.

What he needed now was the Animagus form.

He could ignore everything else!

This time, another card fell from Sirius.

【Protego】

【Protego: Darling, if you're looking for an effective defensive spell, believe me, this is it. The Shield Charm, your best companion in duels】

【"Hey, Fred, the Ministry fools don't even know how to use Protego, we're rich!"】

After another heavy blow, Sirius's liver exploded with anger!

A level one Levicorpus only lasted for less than a second, and then he fell to the ground.

Seeing the tall, thin figure in front of him, Sirius pounced and knocked him down with one punch.

Dewei and Sirius rolled on the ground, and in the end, Dewei was pinned down by Sirius, who was riding on top of him!

Weight suppression!

Sirius was really like a big black dog, strong and powerful.

He panted and spat a mouthful of blood to the side.

"Tell me," he said, staring at Dewei with his deep gray eyes, "why do you know...?"

Dewei guessed he wanted to ask why he knew about Peter Pettigrew.

But he was about to be disappointed.

Feeling the drowning sensation like a tidal wave.

Dewei curled up, hugging his head.

They were here!

The scent of happiness had dissipated.

Sirius's words were cut off, and suddenly, a drowning-like despair and coldness enveloped the place.

"Damn Dementors."

Neither of them knew where the Dementors had come from. Sirius knelt on the ground, powerless, and released Dewei in despair.

"Merlin's beard."

Even though he had expected it, Dewei was still enveloped by the Siberian cold wind of despair, feeling all the joy in his mind being mercilessly taken away.

He clung to himself tightly and fainted.

Sirius also fainted.

The Dementor, having eaten the happiness, left contentedly, leaving two men lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

After an unknown amount of time, Dewei woke up first.

Ignoring the duel points, he looked at the still unconscious Sirius and punched him again.

The card dropped, he glanced at it, but it wasn't what he needed.

Another punch, another glance, still not what he needed.

Dewei felt his despair growing more intense, and his punches became weaker.

He was tired.

Suddenly, the expected punch did not land on Sirius's face.

His fist was caught by a hand.

Sirius had also woken up.

"Stop it."

Sirius, like a beast, grabbed Dewei's arm and threw him off.

"Stop it."

Sirius muttered to himself, his face twisted, standing up and picking up a stone, apparently ready to smash Dewei's head and expose his brains.

Seeing the bloodied Sirius, ready to retaliate, Dewei saw his magic points restored to ten and the cards, and immediately thought of a better idea.

He didn't use Levicorpus again.

Discard your morals, and you can live better.

Dewei thought.

He had an idea that wouldn't involve getting hit.

"Alright, Sirius, drop the stone in your hand first, unless you want to be Levicorpus-ed again like before."

Dewei pointed at Black and screamed.

Sirius laughed cruelly.

"You can try, even though I don't know who you are, I will smash your head before you can cast a spell."

Sirius said fiercely, "Don't doubt my methods and determination."

Dewei leaned his head forward, "Then smash it, Sirius, unless you don't want to know where I got the information about Peter Pettigrew."

Peter Pettigrew is not only still alive, but he is also with your godson.

The Dark Lord is reviving. Guess what Peter will do when he hears this news?

What will he do to Lily and James's son?

This hit Sirius's soft spot, and he seemed to regain his strength.

He dropped the stone and grabbed Dewei again, "Do you know what you're saying, bastard?"

"If you lie to me, I will eat you!"

Believe me, I swear by the name of the Black family, if you lie to me, I will kill you.

Who are you?

What do you know?

He asked Dewei, emotionally agitated.

Dewei leaned against the wall and ignored Sirius.

He only felt his stomach was very hungry, which meant he had probably missed lunch while unconscious.

This was not good news.

Azkaban was not a buffet restaurant; their meals were served at fixed times every day.

"You made me miss lunch, or dinner, Sirius."

Dewei said.

"I can answer your questions, but for each question, you have to let me punch you once."

If you agree, we can start.

If you don't agree, you can break my head or use wandless Legilimency. I'm fine with either.

Dewei continued, unbothered by threats.

He didn't retaliate, showing that he wouldn't say anything unless he was hit.

Sirius released his large hand.

He stared at Dewei.

Dewei knew he would comply.

Compared to the information about Peter Pettigrew, Sirius wouldn't mind a few punches to the head.

He was a person who valued friendship and family.

Especially since Harry Potter was his godson.

For Harry Potter.

He wouldn't mind a few more punches to the face.

Dewei didn't feel bad about using such a despicable method.

In Azkaban, people with morals and conscience had long committed suicide.

Except for Voldemort's loyal followers, only Dewei and Sirius Black, the innocent, were still struggling to survive.

He had to leave here.

No matter what.

No matter what means.

Hearing Dewei's words, Sirius leaned in.

"Very well, I remember your face, scum."

"Let's start."

He said.

Dewei looked at Sirius's face and punched him with all his strength!

A card dropped, and Dewei, too weak to stand, crawled over, absorbed the card, and said weakly, "Alright, one punch down."

"Ask your first question."