Hogwarts Lion Girl

The cold sea breeze roared, bringing with it a biting chill and a salty smell, mercilessly hitting the towering walls of Azkaban.

This horrific prison standing in the center of the North Sea seemed like a terrifying monster growing out from the depths of the seabed. It was pitch black and exuded a suffocating breath of despair.

The windows were only tiny rusty vents high up in the sky, letting in a faint ray of light occasionally, but they were unable to dispel the darkness that was like a deep sea abyss.

The cold, damp air was filled with the smell of decay, mixed with emotions of fear and despair, as if it had solidified into a substance, making it so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Creepy whispers and wails echoed in the gloomy corridor, like cries from the depths of hell, making people shudder.

Those disgusting Dementors, clad in tattered black cloaks, slid silently in the darkness, greedily sucking away all the happy and warm memories around them, leaving behind endless emptiness and coldness.

This is an abyss of despair, a living hell.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, an important member of the Order of the Phoenix, is tall, dark-skinned, and has a head as smooth as if it had been waxed.

He always had a calm smile on his face, and a golden earring on one of his earlobes swayed slightly with his movements, adding a touch of elegance to his temperament.

The voice was low and slow, but it carried a reassuring power that seemed to be able to soothe the anxiety and uneasiness in people's hearts.

Perhaps because he is good at communicating with people, the Order of the Phoenix arranged for him to lurk beside Fu Ji, taking on the important tasks of liaison and protection.

Kingsley reached out and patted Sirius' shoulder. A faint smell of tobacco mixed with the sweet scent of honey penetrated Sirius' nostrils. This was the smell of the magic cigarette that Kingsley often used.

Sirius turned his head slightly and saw a firm light flashing in Kingsley's dark brown eyes. The dim light in the corridor shone on his smooth head, reflecting a soft halo.

The damp and cold air around him and the faint wailing could not affect Kingsley's composure at the moment.

He lowered his voice so that only they could hear each other and said, "Listen, according to our agreed plan, you need to get as much information as possible about the other Horcruxes."

Sirius nodded vigorously and looked at Kingsley firmly. "I understand. The mission is more important." His voice was low and powerful, with an unswerving determination.

Kingsley's figure disappeared into the darkness at the end of the corridor. Sirius then slowly looked around. The damp and cold air was still filled with the disgusting smell of corruption. He could faintly hear a few suppressed wails in his ears, which was creepy.

But he was no longer as frightened as before. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the stench in the air. He closed his eyes and the scene of being imprisoned here emerged in his mind: the cold and damp cell, the pervasive darkness, and the desperate whispers of the Dementors.

When I opened my eyes again and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar corridor in front of me, a feeling of being in another world came over me.

He took a step forward, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the cold stone slabs. The sound echoed in the empty corridor, as if announcing his joy of regaining his freedom.

In a corner of a cell, a woman huddled up, her face covered by dirty hair, looking dull and lifeless like a withered rose. She seemed to sense Sirius' gaze, raised her head slightly, revealing a pair of empty eyes, staring blankly ahead.

After a long time, her cloudy eyes seemed to have a glimmer of light, and her eyeballs moved slowly, finally fixing on Sirius.

His cracked lips moved slightly, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he uttered an indistinct murmur.

She raised her skinny finger tremblingly and pointed it at Sirius, a strange light flashing in her cloudy eyes.

“Sir…Sirius…” Her hoarse voice was like a broken bellows, intermittent, “Didn’t you…didn’t you escape? How…why did you come back…”

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. His dry laughter echoed in the cold prison cell. "Hehehehehe... could it be... are you here to laugh at me?"

Her twisted smile was like a rag that was torn apart, disappearing in an instant, and was replaced by ferocious anger.

His cloudy eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

She croaked her voice and screamed like a night owl: "Who do you think you are? How dare you laugh at me!"

She struggled to stand up, but fell back down due to weakness. With a "bang", her back hit the cold wall heavily, but she seemed unaware of it and continued to roar at the top of her lungs: "The Dark Lord will come to save me! I am his most valued subordinate!"

She pointed at Sirius with a trembling finger, her dry lips moving up and down, spitting out foul-smelling saliva, "Then I will kill you all! Kill you all!"

Sirius looked at the cousin in front of him with disgust. He hated this crazy woman both in the past and now, but the mission was important.

He slightly turned sideways to avoid the spit that Bella was spraying, and his tone was full of disdain and ridicule: "You are nothing more than a discarded pawn. What do you call your most valued subordinate? Yet you are thrown into this dark cage and tortured by Dementors every day."

When Bella heard this, it was as if a sharp thorn pierced her heart. She curled up in pain, holding her head tightly with both hands, and screamed: "You are talking nonsense! Shut up! You stupid bastard! Waste! Disgusting ***!"

She raised her head suddenly, staring at Sirius with her cloudy eyes, the hatred in her eyes almost burning Sirius out. Bella struggled to pounce on Sirius, but was blocked by the cell door, and could only wave her skinny arms in vain.

She collapsed to the ground helplessly, the madness in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep sadness and despair. Two lines of turbid tears slid down her dirty cheeks. She whispered in a trembling and broken voice: "My Lord... My Lord Dark Lord... You said... I am your favorite..."

Sirius noticed the wavering tone in Bella's voice, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, a gleam in his eyes.

He slowly leaned over, approached the cell door, and said in a low, seductive voice: "Since he is your favorite... then has he ever given you anything important..."

Bella's eyes were wandering, as if she was lost in some memories. Her cracked lips moved slightly, as if she was repeating to herself: "Important things..."