From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　 The days in jail are boring and tasteless.

　　 If there is no regular meal for the dementors once a day, life here can be said to be as ordinary as water-but it is a pity that no prisoner welcomes the dementors to come and have a little excitement.

Even a little bit of new information is invaluable to the prisoners here. If a newspaper is delivered, the greedy prisoners are not even willing to let go of the advertisements in the cracks, let alone the prison room or the freshness that appears. It's up.

　　 The criminals' own business is also the old sesame seeds and rotten grains, and they can't escape those routines, stealing and robbing them over and over. The cheaters, kidnappers, murderers and arsonists were quite surprised when they first came. After squatting for two months and looking at the newcomer, they knew why they came in. They didn't even have the desire to inquire.

　　Occasionally, if someone commits a strange crime, the neighboring cells will be excited like a Chinese New Year-it's like saying that half a month ago, William and the others came to the prison next door to violate the magical creature protection law.

　　 Generally speaking, people who violate this law either harm endangered species or secretly breed creatures that are prohibited from private breeding, but this is different.

　　 He did research and sent himself to Azkaban, and his sentence was still long-if he hadn't been greeted before he came in, he would have stayed on the side of the felon.

　　 According to his self-introduction, he has published 13 papers on Centaur, including "Centaur Reproduction Behavior Research" and "Centaur Feeding Cub Behavior Research". A series of works such as "Research on Centaur Embryo Development".

　　 After these papers became famous, after the angry centaur negotiated with the Ministry of Magic, the man was prosecuted and sent to Azkaban. It is said that the Ministry of Magic officials searched for a long time before finding a basis for the prosecution.

　　 I have been the topic of this story in Azkaban for a whole week, and I can know how lack of daily entertainment here.

　　 And today, the prisoners in each cell have been given a new way of entertainment-last night William's method of renovating the newcomers in his cell has spread throughout the entire area of ​​light sentence prisoners through the adjacent cells.

　　 This new routine of idleness and letting newcomers do confession has been accepted by almost all cells.

Azkaban is a place where no democracy is concerned. One cell with eight people, tossing a newcomer to entertain seven old people is such a cost-effective thing, no one is unwilling. As for newcomers, they are willing to be the best. If they are unwilling, others will teach. He will.

　　 So when William gave up studying the system that came suddenly and changed to studying magic, he unexpectedly received a series of system messages.

　　 [A magical creature recognizes you, and you get a treasure chest. 】

　　...

　　 A similar message has been sent twenty-one times, and these 21 wooden boxes are uniformly shabby and shabby, nailed up with a few pieces of fast-decomposing wood, as if a gust of wind could blow off the outside wood.

　　 These chests that are even worse than the treasure chests provided by Monton can only draw two cards each, and the skills attached to them are even worse.

Ignoring the different names and pictures above, 19 of the 21 cards are related to theft, and the success rate is also a certain probability that people can’t believe—if William didn’t guess wrong, then these boxes are The sources are all prisoners who are being rectified in various cells.

　　Because the character introductions attached to those cards have suffixes like (resentment).

As for the remaining two cards, one is a card with a certain probability of deceiving success, and the other is the only card in all the offerings that is not a character—the card has a blue face and a blue meal is painted on it. Voucher.

　　 [Meal coupon; you can use it to offset the cost of using a card]

　　 This is probably the only thing of value in these twenty boxes.

　　 At the same time, William also knows roughly how to get more boxes and whether only cards of relevant characters can be opened in the boxes.

　　Ran and egg.

Trapped in a cell and unable to get out, he does not have the ability to buy more treasure chests. This system does not help him much at this moment-unless he is willing to escape the prison under the name of being wanted, and he may not succeed. .

　　 William put away the system and continued to study magic.

　　——

　　 is another big day in January.

　　 William once again refused the big man’s kind invitation and began to wander among the prisoners.

　　 "I got a massage! The massage with the potion, two chocolates and one, is genuine and fair, and the female offender is half price for a limited time!"

　　 "Kalon has changed his cigarette! One full cigarette for one gallon, and one cigarette **** for three Wests!"

　　 "The canned food has changed to newspapers, four cans a can, four cans a can, it's cheaper, it's cheaper!"

　　 All kinds of yelling and shouting are just right—it just happens to be heard by the prisoners and won't reach the ears of overtime batters, and William feels this kind of breath that is close to the normal human market in it.

　　 Although some of these transactions will not be seen in the normal trading market, they can be regarded as special Azkaban transactions.

However, there is no other ancient human transaction besides the killer—it has happened before, but the excessive joy in the air has attracted the attention of the dementors, and those guys can’t stop them when they can’t control themselves. .

　　 It is said that the man is still anxiously checking the advertisements in various magic newspapers and magazines after he was released from prison.

　　 And while William was wandering around, UU read www.uukanshu.com to wipe the toilet for a whole month and to be on duty to warn the Dementor Monton sneaked into the corner of the prison.

The batters were happily exchanging how much gold could be exchanged for worthless things this time on duty. They all changed their faces when they saw the prisoner coming over—they were not afraid that someone would sue a black account because of this, mainly because the new prisoner offended it. Up their authority.

　　Monton was controlled by magic almost instantly.

　　 When he shouted that I wanted to see Mad-Eye Moody, the batter had already kicked it over.

　　 "You dare to call the name of Lord Moody?"

The thin and tall hitter has a look of disdain—Mad-Eye Moody is an Auror, a trump card in the Ministry of Magic. He has a strong record and is a big shot in the hitting hand. Although he has retired, he occasionally still Will be invited to teach percussion hands, with a high reputation.

　　 Don't look at the hitters who are making money, but this does not affect their worship of crazy-eyed men.

　　 "I promised to be an informant, please tell the crazy-eyed guy."

　　 The two strikers at the front glanced at each other and nodded.

　　 There are few informants who can't get things done—it's common to get more information by treating individuals who have not committed serious crimes lightly.

　　 "I'm Mondungus Fletcher, crazy-eyed people know me."

　　Monton let out a sigh, and quickly said to the batter.

He had known Mad Eyes a long time ago and helped Dumbledore through him-but the work was too dangerous. This time his sentence was not long, and he didn't want to contact Mad Eyes at all. This sentence is more dangerous than those. It's a long way off.

　　 Unfortunately, after a month of living in Azkaban, he suddenly discovered that it was actually good to help the crazy-eyed people.