There is no day or night in Azkaban. The only embellishment is the roaring of the prisoners every day.
Cyrus soon got tired of the crossword puzzles in the newspaper. Even in Azkaban, doing this kind of thing was a waste of time. He might as well practice some magic. These days, he became more and more proficient in the Patronus Charm.
The brief freedom and happiness almost filled all his emotions, and the silver thread turned into a huge flying bird in front of his eyes, an eagle!
After Sirius left Azkaban, the number of Soul Eaters in Azkaban prison decreased significantly. Fudge used them as manpower to search for Sirius, but it was a pity that this was doomed to be in vain.
But for Cyrus, this is a good thing.
After the number of Soul Eaters decreased sharply, their impact on the climate near Azkaban also decreased. The dark clouds seemed to be a little thinner, and sometimes even a few weak rays of sunlight could be cast occasionally.
Soon, the deadline for the second full moon will arrive.
A big black dog rushed to the shore, shaking off the wet water droplets on its fur. It was holding a small cloth bag in its mouth.
Sirius glanced up with his round eyes. The few Soul Eaters were still flying aimlessly in the sky, showing no interest in a black dog like him. However, he still moved cautiously towards the gray tower.
After passing through many prisoners' cells, Sirius finally found Cyrus in the deepest part.
He passed through the iron bars and transformed back into human form in front of Cyrus. He looked exactly the same as he had a short time ago, except that he had changed his clothes, but he was still dirty, unkempt, and his hair was even greasier than Snape's.
"You finally got out, but you don't know how to clean yourself up?" Cyrus took a step back with a bit of disgust and pointed at Sirius, "Clean up."
In an instant, the stench on the dirty tramp disappeared, revealing a thin face that looked unhealthy.
"I don't have that much time. Besides, the waterproof spell you cast on me last time was useless. It lost its effect as soon as I left the cell." Sirius threw the bag to Cyrus. He wished he could go back right away. Anyway, he had done everything he had promised.
"That's because Dumbledore's magic has locked my magic in this cell," Cyrus said. "I trust you wouldn't mind doing me another favor?"
"What?" Sirius didn't refuse directly, but looked at Cyrus in confusion. In fact, he was also very curious about what Cyrus wanted Malfoy to bring. The fear that Malfoy showed when he heard the name "Tom Riddle" also surprised Sirius.
But because of his oath, he couldn't ask anything about Cyrus.
At this time, Cyrus took out the contents of the small bag that had been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm - a wand, a Nimbus 2000, a small transparent bottle, a bottle of dew, a Hawk Moth pupa, and the most outrageous thing was that Malfoy even thoughtfully prepared a small bottle of Felixir.
There are a few drops of golden potion in the transparent glass bottle.
Now, Sirius knew what the other party was trying to do.
"Are you planning to practice Animagus here?" he asked with a ridiculous look on his face.
Animagus is not an easy transformation. Generally speaking, in order to practice Animagus, a wizard may need to prepare for a long time, sometimes even for several years. Not to mention in such a harsh environment as Azkaban.
Malford specially customized a wand made of the same material as Voldemort's previous wand, but Cyrus felt that it was not as smooth as the one Voldemort remembered. Of course, for a powerful wizard like him, unless it was some special wand, there was no big difference.
"Of course there is a problem! Moonlight, how are you going to solve it?"
"That's why I want you to help me." Cyrus spat out the leaf of mandrake that had been in his mouth for a month, protected it with magic, then pulled out a strand of his hair and handed everything to Sirius.
"Originally I could have found a way to break through the clouds with these things, but Dumbledore's magic restricted me, and my spell couldn't leave the cage. But you can." Cyrus looked at him and continued, "In exchange, I can give you another piece of information."
"Are you still hiding something from me about Peter Pettigrew?"
"Not Peter Pettigrew, but your brother, Regulus Black."
Sirius fell into a brief silence, with surprise and a little sadness on his face, but it was soon replaced by a sneer. He said sarcastically: "Regulus? Why should I know about that kind of coward - why should I know about a dirty Death Eater? I don't want to know in which stinking corner he died!"
"But what if he's not a coward? He's just a kid who accidentally went astray but found his way back." Cyrus looked into Sirius' eyes and said softly, "He's actually a hero, and more importantly, he holds the key to destroying You-Know-Who.
"It's really ironic, isn't it? The well-known war hero is actually just a traitor who betrayed his friends, while the person who has always been believed to be a loyal follower of You-Know-Who is actually a true hero."
"Do you really know anything about him?"
"At least it's much clearer than your brother."
Sirius was speechless for a moment. He had been at odds with his family since he was young, and had already joined the Potter family before he graduated. He really didn't understand his timid brother at all, and never cared about him. He only remembered that he was always proud of being a pure-blood, and was the heir of the Black family that his mother who hated Muggles was most proud of.
They were not on the same page when they were in school, and after graduation, they immediately parted ways.
Someone actually told him today that his brother - a Death Eater - was actually an unknown hero?
But what concerned him more was the "key to eliminating the mysterious man" mentioned by Cyrus.
Didn’t they make so many sacrifices more than a decade ago just to eliminate the mysterious man?
Sirius couldn't refuse. In fact, he had no intention of refusing from the beginning. Cyrus had already done him a great favor by telling him about Peter Pettigrew. The matter of Regulus was just a pleasant surprise to him.
Although he was still very curious about the mysterious Cyrus himself, at least he was sure that he was not one of Voldemort's gang, and that was enough.
(End of this chapter)