From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Bang!

Mengton smashed his hand on the iron table, his face full of anger.

What was his life like this month?

Frightened and on tenterhooks - every day at dawn I am awakened by the sound of using the toilet. If someone wakes up at night, it will be even more interrupted.

However, not only could he not lose his temper, after everyone used the toilet in the morning, he had to obediently wipe the toilet with a rag, then wash his hands, help the cell leader fold the luggage, and put it in the cell. First they rolled up today's cigarettes while eating.

After everyone had had breakfast, the leftover food, which was half-cooled, without oil and salt, was his.

The prisoners were able to share some canned food among themselves, but his canned food had been rinsed with soup, and there was no trace of any fishy taste at all.

Not to mention all this, before going to bed at night, he was also given the goods to loosen the muscles and bones of the prison boss. After he was exhausted and sweating, he could lie down on his dark and damp bed and sleep.

Even the guy with the lowest status in the prison dared to make fun of him while sweeping the floor - and all of this came from the special treatment he received when he was imprisoned.

The cell that was originally divided into three levels quickly became four levels after he came over, and he, Mengton, single-handedly promoted those guys to one level.

Therefore, after so many days of special treatment, Monton felt that it was normal for him to take away all the savings of a bastard in a cell before leaving - but in terms of his labor contribution, The secret possessions of these guys are definitely not worth his salary.

However, what Menton didn't expect was that after searching all the corners of the cell where things could be hidden based on his years of stealing experience, his total income was only nine cents and fifteen kats! ! !

Not even a galleon! ! !

This tiny value made Menton furious.

These poor guys eat and drink all day long, and never run out of chocolates and cigarettes, but only have such a small amount of money?

'No, I can't leave like this, I want to eat up all their chocolates, throw all the tobacco into the toilet, and scribble on those pieces of paper! I also want to use each of their quilts as a toilet! ! ! ’

Numerous thoughts of revenge came to Mengton's mind, especially against the guy named William who looked quite handsome but was actually full of bad intentions. Apart from the fact that he looked like a human being, there was nothing relatable about him. !

Just do it!

Mengton was so angry that he walked to William's bed in three steps and took off his belt.

Then the cell door was pushed open directly.

No one in the entire cell was left behind, staring at him with smiles.

The big one rushed to the front, the joints of his hands shaking constantly.

"Hey, isn't this our newcomer?"

The big man stepped forward, held Mengton's shoulders, and looked at him condescendingly: "What do you want to do?"

"Hey Hey."

Mengton giggled while running his brain quickly, and an idea popped into his mind like lightning.

"No, I got a little excited after listening to the story this morning. There were too many people and I was embarrassed not to be."

While showing a shy smile, he shook his body and hid the money deeper - at this time, he was extremely grateful that he didn't find more money, and he didn't have time to take more actions.

"cut--"

The big man responded with a sound from between his teeth and turned to look at Jiuzhi.

"What do I mean? I secretly called everyone over - this kid is serving a long sentence. What kind of trouble does he dare to cause? Give him a piece of Nine Fingers and let him see for himself."

Everyone found it boring and dispersed one after another. After walking a few steps, the big man suddenly turned his head and looked at Mengton.

Mengton's heart suddenly started to tremble after he finally let it go.

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

"Yes, yes, I must be careful." Mengton nodded like he was pecking at rice, thinking of dealing with the people quickly. The thugs had already released their owls. Mad-Eye would come today. If Mad-Eye I was surrounded by these guys before I came here, and the beating I received was in vain.

He didn't doubt whether Mad-Eye would help him, but he really didn't have the face to do so.

Forget it, no revenge. Although I think he still has a long sentence and dare not mess around, the guy who changed bunks with him is not a good bird. I guess this guy has been targeting me since the morning when he was released. , we cannot suffer this immediate loss.

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

"Why are you so anxious?"

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

"Be careful with it. If you get it dirty, I'll beat you up for a week!"

Nine Fingers threatened and walked out of the cell door quickly, saying, "I'll hold the door for you. Just take it easy. If you really attract dementors, I guess you wouldn't even be in Azkaban." Gonna want these papers.”

cut!

Who cares? I'm different from you. There's someone behind me. I've contacted you. Tonight I don't have to watch the moon with the sea breeze. I'm going to go to Old Tom's pub and have a good drink. I'm so greedy for you guys who don't have cigarettes, alcohol or chocolate. Poor guy!

Mengton cursed fiercely, but did not put down the piece of paper in his hand.

Going out hastily 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 Mad-Eye helps him beat up those guys, will the beating he receives be lighter?

Acting in full package.

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

At this moment, the cell door opened again.

‘I knew those bastards were not good people and would not let me go easily. Fortunately, I was clever and pretended to be like them. ’

Mengton tried his best to put on a panicked expression on his face and looked at the visitor, but for just a moment, the expression became real.

At the door of the cell, an almost pieced-together face appeared. Every organ in this face was incomplete, as if God had deliberately left flaws when he created it - but Monton knew very well that every part of this face was incomplete. Every wound is caused by a top black magic expert and is almost incurable.

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

His desire to escape from this prison was partly due to his relationship with the owner of this face.

However, this situation is the time when he least wants to see this face.

Now the asymmetrical eyes on this face were staring at him firmly, and the joy and helplessness of never seeing each other again were completely replaced by another expression.

The big, round magic eye that looked like a coin was staring at the piece of paper in his hand - that magic eye had many uses, including seeing through some things.

"Good afternoon, Fletch - it looks like, um, you're having a good time?"

…

William in the distance suddenly received a prompt:

[A magical creature recognizes you more deeply, and you get a treasure chest]