From Azkaban to Hogwarts

From Azkaban to Hogwarts Chapter 6

2021-04-05

Chapter 6 Monton is out of prison
Bang!
Monton slammed his hand on the iron table, his face full of anger.

What has he been like this month?
feel alarmed and apprehensive - every day I am woken up by the sound of using the toilet at dawn, and if someone wakes up at night, I feel even more interrupted.

However, not only could he not lose his temper, but after everyone used the toilet in the morning, he had to obediently wipe the toilet with a rag, then wash his hands and help the prisoner to carry the luggage. It was folded and rolled up today's cigarettes while they were eating.

After everyone has eaten breakfast, the half-cold, oil-free and salt-free leftovers will be his.

Those prisoners could still eat some canned food, and even his jar had been rinsed with soup once, and there was no fishy smell at all.

These are not enough. Before going to bed at night, he also gave him the goods to loosen his muscles and bones. After he was tired and sweaty, he could lie down on his dark and damp bed and slept.

Even the lowest-ranking guy in the prison dared to taunt him when he swept the floor - and all of this came from the special reception he received when he was in prison.

The cell that was originally divided into three levels quickly changed to four levels after he came over, and his Monton made those guys Level 1 by the strength of oneself.

So, after all these days of special treatment, it's perfectly normal for Monton to take all the savings of a bastard in a cell before leaving - but As far as his labor is concerned, the private collection of these guys is definitely not worth his salary.

However, what Mundon didn't expect was that after groping the corners of the entire cell where he could hide things based on his years of experience in burglary, all the income was only nine west and fifteen Knuts! ! !
Not even a Galleon! ! !

This insignificant value made Monton angry.

These poor ghosts eat shouted all day long, and have never seen chocolate cigarettes cut off, so that's just a little bit of money?
'No, I can't just leave, I'm going to eat up their chocolate, throw all the tobacco down the toilet, and scribble on those scraps of paper! I'm also using each of their quilts as toilets! ! ! '

There are countless thoughts of revenge running through Mundon's mind, especially for the guy named William who looks delicious and pretty and actually has a bad stomach - that guy doesn't look like a man. , there is no point of being side by side with people!
Just do it!

Mundon, furious, walked to William's bed in three steps and two steps, and untied his belt.

Then the door was pushed open.

All the people in the cell didn't fall behind, staring at him with a smile.

The big one rushed forward, the joints of both hands rattling non-stop.

"Yo, isn't this our newcomer?"

He stepped forward a few steps, held Mundon's shoulders, and looked at him condescendingly: "What do you want to do? Huh?"

"hehe, hehe."

Mundon smirked and ran his brain quickly, an idea flooding into his mind like lightning.

"No, the story was a little irritated this morning, and I'm sorry for too many people."

He smiled shyly, shaking his body and putting the money away Hidden deeper - at this time, he was extremely grateful that he didn't find more money, and he didn't have time to make more actions.

"Cut—"

The big man responded with a sound from between his teeth, turned his head and looked towards Jiuzhi.

"What's the matter with me? I'll call everyone here secretly—this kid has a long sentence, what dare he make trouble? You can touch him with nine fingers and let him see for himself."

Everyone also felt bored and dispersed, and after a few steps, the big man suddenly turned his head and looked towards Mundun.

Mundun's heart suddenly trembled.

"Take it easy, don't provoke those gangsters - this is not unprecedented, those guys are hungry today."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure Be careful." Mundon nodded like pecking rice, thinking about quickly dealing with the person, those batters have already released the owl, mad-eye Han will come today, if he is caught by this group before mad-eye Han arrives The guy is surrounded, and getting a beating is nothing.

He didn't doubt that mad-eye Han would help him, but he really didn't have that face.

Forget it, no revenge, although I think he still has a long sentence and dare not mess around, but the guy who changed berths with him is not a good bird, it is estimated that from the moment when the wind blows in the morning This guy is staring at himself and can't eat this immediate loss.

Thinking of this, he simply moved towards the door of the cell - he didn't want to smell the smell of Azkaban for a moment.

"What's your rush?"

The voice of Nine Fingers behind him stopped him, and a piece of paper was thrown over.

"Use it carefully, if it gets dirty, I'll beat you up for a week!"

Jiuzhi hurried out of the prison door while threatening, and warned "I'll bring the door for you, take it easy, it really attracts the dementor, I guess you won't want these papers in Azkaban anymore."

Cut!
Who cares about the same! I'm different from you, there is someone behind me, I got in touch, I don't have to watch the moon with the sea breeze tonight, I'm going to old Tom's pub to have a drink the poor man!
Monton cursed fiercely, but didn't put down the piece of paper in his hand.

Going out rashly will only attract the attention of the guys in the same cell, which is not a good thing for him who is about to be released from prison - even if the mad-eye Han helps him beat the group of guys, isn't it? Will he be beaten less lightly?
A full set of acting.

He simply lay down on his bed, unfolded the piece of paper, and pretended to show it to those people.

And just then, the cell door opened again.

'I knew that those bastards were not good things and would not let me go easily. Fortunately, I was clever and pretended to be like. '

Mundun tried his best to squeeze a lost one's head out of fear expression on his face, looked towards the visitor, but in that instant, the expression he squeezed out became real.

At the door of the cell, a nearly patchwork face appeared, and every part of this face was defective, as if God had deliberately left it with regrets when he created it - but Monton was very Clearly, every wound on such a face is almost incurable by top dark magic masters.

And the owner of this face has provided a large number of tenants for the prison under his feet.

He wants to break free from this prison, and half of it depends on the relationship with the owner of this face.

However, in this situation, it was the last time he wanted to see this face.

The asymmetrical eyes of this face were now staring at him, and the joy and embarrassment of not seeing each other again was completely replaced by another expression.

The big, round magic eye that looks like a coin is staring at the piece of paper in his hand - that magic eye has a lot of uses, among which is included to see through some things .

"Good noon, Fletcher -- it seems, um, you were having a good time?"

...

William in the distance suddenly received a prompt :
[A magic creature recognizes you more deeply, you get a treasure chest]

(end of this chapter)