Du Wei was not joking, he really thought so.

After finishing their meal, Du Wei had just punched Sirius twice when footsteps suddenly came from outside them.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The warm breath hit their faces, and Sirius and Duwei groaned involuntarily.

This feeling is so comfortable.

It's like soaking your whole body in a hot spring.

The Patronus Charm is not a very bad spell. Even many adult wizards may not be able to cast this spell.

Among the strikers of the Ministry of Magic, there are not many who know the Patronus Charm.

Most of them are on duty in Azkaban.

The door was pushed open and a beater walked in. He waved his wand and cast magic with some disgust to change the environment here.

"Why are you here?"

The beater saw that there was one more person in the prison and took another look at Du Wei.

Du Wei didn't say anything. He smiled "hehehe" and gave the batter a mouthful of blood.

Striker didn't care about this little thing. He waved his wand and shaved Sirius's beard and hair, making him look neat and tidy. Even the blood on his face was wiped clean.

Someone found newspapers and periodicals from outside and put them inside. Even the blood stains on Du Wei's legs were cleaned by special personnel.

Du Wei looked at this scene and couldn't help but sneered.

"Oh oh oh, look at our hard-working batter, what are you doing, little cutie?

Does the Ministry of Magic also engage in face-saving projects?

Let me guess, is there someone important coming to Azkaban?

Uh-huh, you little cuties are working as cleaners for the big shots?"

The striker casually cast a curse on Du Wei. The fire was so hot that Du Wei's body felt as if it had been burned by lava, and huge abscesses grew out!

"Stop talking nonsense, you disgusting maggot."

The beater said, "Next time you speak, I will make you unable to speak forever. I will make your tongue jump out and run away."

Du Wei endured the pain, looked at the wand and said, "Hmm, applewood wand, ten and one-third inches long. I've fallen in love with your wand. One day, your wand will be in my hand.

Bloom with the brilliance it should have.”

Du Wei said with a strange smile.

The batter glanced at Du Wei again, turned around and left.

There will always be a place for these disrespectful people in Azkaban's cemetery.

No one likes to be threatened.

The same goes for hitters.

Throwing the newspaper in front of them, the striker threw Du Wei out.

Sirius grabbed the newspapers.

That's a copy of the Daily Prophet.

His eyes were glued to the Daily Prophet, and he could no longer look away.

In the Daily Prophet, there is a photo of the Weasley family.

Behind them were the Egyptian pyramids, but at this moment, Sirius didn't care about anything.

He didn't even pay attention to what the text said.

He lay on the newspaper almost greedily, looking at the Weasley boy.

To be precise, his eyes fell on Ron Weasley's shoulders.

On his shoulder, there was a fat, greasy mouse.

The most important thing is that this mouse is missing a finger.

Ron Weasley's pet, the little mouse Scabbers.

No matter what, even if he died, Sirius would never mistake the mouse.

"Peter, Peter, I found you, Peter."

He re-read the text and found the little boy's name.

"He is Harry's classmate."

"Peter is alive."

Sirius suppressed his pain, joy and worry.
Chapter completed!