blogombal Chapter 242 Sirius Black's Memories
Chapter 242 Sirius Black's Memories
I never really thought about Sirius Black being in Azkaban before.
Now that I've finally seen him, I feel a little sorry for him.
The little one with short legs walked to his side and observed him carefully.
In the gloomy, dark, and putrid Azkaban prison, Sirius Black huddled alone in a corner.
The cramped cell was made of cold stone bricks, the walls covered with the marks of time, and damp water stains meandered down, like the silent tears of this dark place.
The only source of light was a few rays of light coming through the tiny, high-up window, which could only slightly dispel the darkness and was far from illuminating the entire space.
Sirius was thin, and his once tall and upright body now appeared somewhat hunched.
His tattered prison uniform was so worn that its original color was no longer discernible. The fabric was torn and barely covered his body, unable to conceal his gaunt frame.
Long-term lack of sunlight and malnutrition have made his skin pale as paper, with an unhealthy bluish tinge.
His hair was as messy as wild grass, draped freely over his shoulders, mixed with dust and grime.
The eyes that were once bright and sharp, radiating intelligence and untamed spirit, are now bloodshot, empty and blank, sometimes revealing pain and despair.
His face was haggard, with stubble growing wildly, obscuring his once handsome features, and etched with deep wrinkles left by time and hardship.
Sirius was now in a daze, hugging his knees, his body trembling slightly involuntarily.
The Dementors of Azkaban constantly drained his joy and hope, causing painful memories to resurface repeatedly in his mind.
The disappearance of his close friends James and Lily, the injustice of being wrongly accused of betrayal, and the resentment of being unjustly imprisoned, were like countless sharp blades, piercing his heart time and time again.
He just sat there silently, waiting for the release that might come at any time. The only remaining belief in his heart was the hope that his friend was still alive, and the longing to clear his name and regain his freedom.
Despite being in this abyss of despair, the flame deep within his heart was never completely extinguished; it merely flickered stubbornly in the darkness, waiting for the moment when the clouds parted and the sun shone through.
"Sigh~ Sirius Black~" I was originally planning to just take a look and leave, but seeing Sirius like this, I really felt sorry for him.
Stunned, Sirius felt as if he were hallucinating; he thought he heard someone calling his name.
Unable to bear seeing Sirius like this, he immediately cast the 'Guardian Angel Charm', a warm light surrounding Sirius, preventing even the Dementors flying around from getting close.
"Sweetie, you'll feel better after a good night's sleep." I used the Nine-Tailed Fox's ability to create dreams to give Sirius a dream in which he could dream of James Potter and Lily Potter.
After Sirius fell asleep, I transformed into human form, picked him up, and placed him on the only bed in the cell, then covered him with a warm blanket.
"Sweet dreams." I used my own blood to carve an ancient mark on Sirius's forehead, a power of the Nine-Tailed Fox that grants the power to grant sweet dreams.
At least this is Sirius's only hope in Azkaban; everything will be alright when he comes out.
I'm not going to sneak out anymore; I'm going to activate time travel and go back.
[Jin: Countdown to traveling back to reality...]
I had just returned to my dorm room when I received a system message from my sugar daddy.
[Jin: Ding—Princess carry of Sirius Black, the target of her romance strategy]
[Rewards: 100 Bond Points, 100 Experience Points, 10 Affinity Points, 100 Galleons]
Upon returning, it immediately severed its nine-tailed fox bloodline and reverted to its original size.
After that, I went to wash up and go to bed. I've been playing for over a year, and I feel so relaxed. I'm sure I'll have a good dream tonight.
However, Sirius Black was having trouble sleeping in his room.
For some reason, he suddenly recalled his time in Azkaban.
The most painful time was when I was first locked up; the cells there were dirty and cold.
There was only one bed in the cell, big enough for one person to lie on.
Those Dementors roamed outside the prison day and night, their ghostly figures constantly looming over Sirius.
These evil creatures will burrow into his mind, devouring his joy and hope, and causing him to relive the most painful memories of his life.
Sirius is often caught up in the painful scenes of hurting his best friends James and Lily. He seems to see that bloody night again, hear Lily's desperate screams, and think of the sound of James falling into his arms. Self-blame and remorse grow wildly in his heart like poisonous weeds.
In Azkaban, food was scarce and barely palatable, consisting of scraps meant only to sustain life.
Sirius grew thinner and thinner, his once strong body became weak and frail, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with emptiness and despair.
Even in such dire straits, his yearning for freedom and justice never went out.
In the silent prison cell, he kept reminiscing about the past, those happy times he spent with James, Lily, Lupin, and the others, which became the only warmth left in his dark life.
He silently vowed to himself that he must get out alive, find the real traitor Peter Pettigrew, and clear his name.
Over the long years, Sirius learned to stay clear-headed in dire straits.
He struggled to resist the Dementors' influence, relying on his strong willpower to prevent himself from completely collapsing.
Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, he would whisper his longing and determination to the prison bars of his cell.
He longed for the skies of Hogwarts, for the friendships he had shared, and for the days of freedom.
In the prison of Azkaban, Sirius gradually transformed from a spirited young man into a weathered and resolute man.
The painful torment did not break him; instead, it strengthened his resolve.
However, he also remembered one night when it seemed like a white figure appeared beside him, and that night he had a very, very good dream.
Finally, one night many years later, he seized the opportunity and, with his strong desire for freedom and his wisdom, successfully escaped from the terrible prison, embarking on an adventurous journey to clear his name and embrace life anew.
As he reminisced, Sirius gradually drifted off to sleep.
Perhaps because he was thinking about it before going to sleep, he dreamed of that little fox, about the size of his palm.
In a misty haze, the dream slowly unfolds.
In the hazy light, a figure appeared and disappeared, gradually becoming clearer; it was a nine-tailed spirit fox.
It exudes a soft and mysterious light, like moonlight shining on a tranquil lake, shimmering and adding a touch of dreamlike beauty.
The fox's fur was as white as snow, each strand fine and soft, as if woven from the finest silk. It shimmered slightly in the light, like a layer of glistening frost.
Its most striking feature is its pair of light blue eyes.
Those eyes were like deep, dark pools, their blue pupils radiating a cool, detached quality, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world.
The pupils are like two dazzling sapphires, pure and clear, yet they hold endless wisdom and mystery, captivating those who are drawn in and unable to extricate themselves.
A pale blue light gently emanated from its eyes, giving the surrounding air a dreamlike hue.
Its nine tails are like blooming white flowers, fluffy and beautiful.
Each tail swayed gently with its slightest movement, as if a living spirit were dancing gracefully.
The downy fur on its tail trembled gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.
The fox moved gracefully, each step as light as if it were walking on clouds.
Its body is agile and flexible, its movements are smooth and natural, and it carries an innate noble temperament.
The surrounding clouds and mist flowed slowly as it moved, as if making way for it.
When it stopped and looked up at the sky, a complex expression flashed in its pale blue eyes, as if it had awe for heaven and earth and compassion for all things in the world.
At this moment, the entire dream seemed to freeze, with only its pale blue eyes shining brightly, becoming the most dazzling existence in this illusory world.
That light not only illuminated every corner of the dream, but also seemed like a mysterious signal, guiding the unknown direction and making people want to get closer and explore the secrets hidden behind this nine-tailed fox.
Sirius Black was startled awake; he never expected to have such a dream.
As I sat up, the vivid memory of the nine-tailed fox's pale blue eyes from my dream lingered.
At the same time, I slowly opened my eyes.
[Gold: Ding—Entering the dream of Sirius Black, the target of the romance strategy]
[Rewards: 100 Bond Points, 100 Experience Points, 10 Affinity Points, 100 Galleons]
I never expected to appear unconsciously in Sirius Black's dream.
Could this be a side effect of my time travel?
[Jin: Generally speaking, such aftereffects are unlikely to occur, please rest assured, host son.]
I don't know if I was too engrossed in thinking, but I ended up letting my sponsor know my thoughts, and the sponsor even went out of his way to answer my questions.
Since there were no aftereffects, I simply closed my eyes and fell asleep again.
Sirius, on the other hand, was only startled for a moment. He went to the bathroom to wipe his sweat, changed into comfortable pajamas, and went back to sleep.
After the second project of the three champions was completed, it was time to go back to classes and study.
All the young wizards began to focus their attention back on their studies.
“It’s really hard to imagine that Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become so evil? They’re teaching all sorts of dark magic.” Hermione said casually to Harry and Ron.
"Although I hate spiders, that spider just died a really horrible death." Ron actually stood up for a spider; I never expected that.
"Didn't Headmaster Dumbledore forbid the use of Dark Magic in the school? That Professor Moody uses it very frequently, with a different Dark Magic demonstration in every class," Harry said, frowning.
“It felt really dangerous. None of us sitting in the front had any idea that the curse had been accidentally used on us that day,” Ron said with a slightly terrified expression.
“But we lower-years are better off, with Mr. Sirius Black watching over us. The upper-years don’t get that kind of treatment,” Hermione said.
"It seems you guys have a lot of opinions about that Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." I walked over to the three little ones with a smile, and heard them having a really interesting conversation.
"Senior Ayers!" Hermione and Ron both exclaimed in surprise.
"Ayers," Harry called out affectionately, but Hermione and Ron didn't seem to notice.
“Actually, it would be quite good to teach you some dark magic. At least you’ll be able to identify what kind of dark magic it is and make the appropriate spells to deal with it.” I said as I walked with the three of them towards the hall.
Today, Fred and George were kept in detention by Severus. These two troublemakers caused mischief in Severus's class, and as a result, they were honored to receive demerit points and extra work.
Cedric plans to spend his day in the library studying. He's in seventh grade and aims to get good grades on his NEWTs exams.
So instead of sitting at the other house tables today, I leisurely walked to the empty seat between Theodore Nott and Draco of Slytherin and sat down.
“That’s unusual, Senior Ayers. Don’t you usually not eat at the Slytherin long table?” Blaise Zabini joked.
"No, I was planning to eat here today," I replied with a smile to Blaise Zabini's question.
“It’s truly our honor,” Blaise Zabini replied with a smile.
“Ayers, why don’t I see the other people who usually eat with you today?” Draco noticed, though, that I was eating alone in the Great Hall today.
“They’re all busy, so I’m eating by myself. What? Aren’t you welcoming me?” I joked with Draco.
“How could that be? We are very happy to welcome you. Would you like some veal steak? I’ll get it for you. I remember you really like it.” Draco used tongs to pick up a slice of veal steak and put it on my plate.
"Thank you, Draco." I slowly cut the veal steak and ate it in small bites.
“The food over there is a bit far away. Senior Ayers, would you like us to bring it to you?” Blaise Zabini looked at the dishes of food sitting furthest away from me.
"You don't need to take such good care of me. I'll let you know if I need anything." These younger students are so kind to me; I feel like I'm being taken care of.
We finished our dinner chatting and laughing, and afterwards we even made plans to go back to the Slytherin common room together.
When I got back to my dorm room, I realized I'd forgotten something: the twins who had been punished by Severus hadn't eaten yet.
It's estimated that the person who was punished also didn't have dinner.
I smiled helplessly and could only cast a 'Confusion Spell' on myself to take a look.