In the cell, Cyrus leaned against the wall leisurely. However, Cyrus was not sure whether Malfoy would come to see him in prison. In fact, even if he didn't come, Cyrus planned to let Sirius go to find Malfoy.

These days he spent most of his time immersed in his own memories. Although it was no longer a Horcrux, the Pensieve-like ability it had as a diary still remained.

"Master..." Malfoy knelt humbly in front of the cell, lowering his head nervously. He didn't dare to ask any questions and could only wait for Cyrus's orders.

"I need you to help me with something else, Lucius." Cyrus slowly walked in front of him, and used magic to control the sand to form a line of text in front of him, "Help me get these things."

Lucius hardly looked closely at what those things were. In fact, it didn't matter. What mattered was how to get these things into Azkaban.

"Master... I'm afraid it's difficult. The Ministry of Magic won't allow me to bring anything to Azkaban." He said fearfully, afraid that Cyrus would think he was incompetent.

"Don't worry, Lucius. Black will help you."

"Black? Sirius Black?" Lucius looked up in surprise. It turned out that the man had actually surrendered to the Dark Lord more than a decade ago? But he clearly remembered that the person who surrendered to the Dark Lord was actually Peter Pettigrew?

That ugly little fat boy once appeared in front of the Dark Lord to tip him off.

"But, he is also in Azkaban..."

"I know. I have a way to get him out." Cyrus tried to make himself appear mysterious in front of Malfoy. "At the same time, I also have a way to get him to bring those things in."

As he spoke, Cyrus suddenly thought of something: "Lucius, can the house-elf's Apparition work in Azkaban?"

"I'm afraid not, Master," Lucius said quickly.

Azkaban is different from Hogwarts after all. Hogwarts needs house-elves to serve, but the prison does not. Azkaban has been established as a prison for hundreds of years. If there is really such a loophole, it is impossible for it to be ignored all the time.

"Master, if you need Dobby's service, I will let it assist you when you leave here! It's its honor!"

"Let's talk about this later. You just need to take care of my business first. Blake will come to you later."

"I see."

Lucius left not long after he left. Almost as soon as he left, Sirius came to Cyrus' cell with the newspaper in his hand, looking angry.

"He's still alive! He's still alive!"

He walked around anxiously, stamping the ground with his bare feet. He wished he could appear in front of the coward right now and tear him to pieces with his fangs instead of magic! "I told you so." Cyrus was not surprised at his behavior at the moment. Instead, he pulled out the newspaper that Sirius was holding tightly and flattened it. The photo of the Weasley family and the mouse with a missing finger on the newspaper was so dazzling.

"More importantly, this Weasley happened to be Harry's roommate. For two whole school years, Harry was actually in danger. Fortunately, Peter Pettigrew never dared to act rashly."

Sirius didn't know whether he heard what Cyrus said. At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and he shouted incoherently: "I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him!"

"Of course, but before that, don't forget what you promised me." Cyrus said softly, "Otherwise you might not have time to kill him and die immediately. And he will take Harry's life and go to the dark devil."

He was not afraid of death, he was only afraid that he would not be able to kill his enemy and that Harry would get hurt.

"I will complete your task first."

"Don't worry. I just want you to come back here with the things Malfoy gave you before the next full moon. In the meantime, I think you can take some time to go to Privet Drive to see how the poor boy is doing." Cyrus said tolerantly, "It's really pitiful, isn't it? Every wizard is cheering the day he lost his family."

Sirius was choking with grief and he didn't want to talk about this subject with Cyrus anymore.

His body bent down, his clothes turned into fur, and he turned into a big black dog.

Sirius was about to bite the rolled newspaper and leave, but was stopped by Cyrus.

"Since you're leaving anyway, why not leave this to me? Crossword puzzles are pretty good for killing time." Cyrus said as he cast several waterproof spells and other spells on him to ensure that Sirius could leave Azkaban as soon as possible.

Then, he watched Sirius leave Azkaban.

He escaped from prison. —— "He escaped from prison!" Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, almost rushed to Fudge's office, "I really don't understand why you agreed to let Malfoy visit him!"

"What? That Tom Riddle escaped from prison?" Fudge almost jumped up in panic.

He agreed to let Malfoy secretly meet "Tom Riddle". If the fact was revealed after the other party escaped from prison, it would be too bad for him. However, at the same time, he was also very surprised. How did Scrimgeour know about this? He concealed it very well, and even accompanied him to Azkaban in person.

"What Tom Riddle?" Now it was Scrimgeour's turn to be surprised. "Didn't Malfoy go to visit Sirius Black?"

"Ahem - it's indeed Sirius..." Fudge coughed twice, then felt relieved.

Malfoy's visit to Black was not a big deal, as he had said to Malfoy before, their two families were relatives. And Malfoy cleverly used the excuse of "getting Black's property". Considering this aspect, Malfoy got rid of the suspicion of helping Sirius escape from prison.

But what he couldn't understand was how Sirius escaped from prison?

He recalled the Sirius he saw in prison at that time. His rationality was indeed beyond his expectations. But even so, how did he escape the Soul Eater's siege?

"Start searching for him immediately. Are there any clues in Azkaban?" On the one hand, Fudge put aside his worries, but on the other hand, he was worried that this terrible thug would cause a tragic attack.

"I heard that before he escaped from prison, someone heard him shouting frantically, 'He's still alive.' I guess he might be referring to Harry Potter." Scrimgeour said gloomily.

Fudge's face suddenly turned pale.

"You mean, he might have set his sights on that child?"

(End of this chapter)