Klein finally understood what was going on in the little girls'' heads.


    Good guy, I really don''t have any spare time!


    Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, his identity as a "popular lover" is a stone hammer.


    Even Krum''s partners were eager to look into the field after the opening dance. Krum looked black.


    "Go if you want."


    But he didn''t get angry, just waved helplessly.


    Can''t win


    He can see that he can''t win either way.


    I don''t know if they had a feud in their last life, damn Klein Greenwald always seems to be targeting him.


    Krum was wronged.


    Krum has nowhere to say.


    After all, his principal Igor Kakarov was beaten.


    Well, it can cure Klein I''m afraid there are only great wizards like Dumbledore.


    Huh?


    wait!


    Krum looked at his girlfriend''s back, and his mind flashed.


    Yeah, how did you forget that man.


    But soon, he shook his head again, as if trying to get rid of those dangerous ideas.


    "No, no, how could I think so? It''s wrong..."


    He was talking to himself in the corner, his voice getting lower and lower.


    Finally, Krum raised his head and looked firmly at the most beautiful cub on the dance floor, seemingly determined.


    There will be no other answer.


    Only Sauron can help him gain his lost dignity!


    ......


    Azkaban prison.


    Winter is getting harder and harder.


    "Ah sneeze."


    Peter Perudi was wrapped in thin sheets, but he couldn''t resist the cold invasion.


    He laboriously opened his eyes and touched his eyelashes - there was a thin layer of ice on them.


    "Is there... Is there anyone... Help me..."


    Peter felt that if he went on like this, he would freeze to death.


    So he shouted with difficulty.


    But unfortunately, this is a place where hope is abandoned. Pain and despair are the best nourishment.


    Until his voice was hoarse, he couldn''t speak any more, and no one came even to look at him.


    Peter bit his teeth and stopped talking.


    He has only regret in his heart now.


    Of course, he doesn''t regret what happened that year.


    He just regretted why he was so careless and caught by the Ministry of Magic - he knew it would happen. He found an excuse to watch the house on the day when the Dark Lord attacked the Ministry of magic.


    "Alas ~"


    Peter sighed again when he thought of the Dark Lord.


    Although he was branded with the "black mark", he couldn''t jump off Voldemort''s ship, one said that his unlucky master had been silent for too long and couldn''t see the current form.


    Not to mention Soren, who was lawless and could not even unite with the European Ministry of magic, but to mention the "little devil" of Hogwarts, Peter felt that if the Dark Lord came in front of others, he would also be severely beaten.


    "Wake up, it''s not time for you to cross England more than ten years ago!"


    If he could, Peter really wanted to shout this in front of Voldemort.


    But it''s a pity that he doesn''t have the courage and won''t have the opportunity.


    If nothing happens, Azkaban will be the last stop of his life


    Unwilling, afraid.


    All kinds of emotions were brewing in his heart. Peter bumped up and down his teeth and still refused to give up the last chance.


    "Is there anyone... Help... Spare me..."


    He shouted intermittently for a long time. This time, someone paid attention to him.


    Um


    It''s not appropriate to say "human". To be exact, it''s a Dementor covered in a ragged cloak.


    "Stay away from me!"


    Peter screamed at the sight of the Dementor, and even his fat face, pale with cold, twisted.


    These monsters who only know to absorb positive emotions will turn themselves into an empty shell!


    Dementors stared at Peter crouching in the corner and growling with interest, just like watching the roast pig on the table tonight.


    But now it''s not time to "eat", so it can only fly away.


    Seeing the Dementor go away, Peter felt as if he had just pulled it out of the water, and the cold sweat soaked his back.


    When the wind blew, he felt like falling into an ice cave.


    "I don''t know how Sirius survived all these years..... Ha ha......"


    Peter smiled miserably and gnawed nervously at his Fingerless hand.


    In a trance of consciousness, he seemed to hear Voldemort''s whisper in his ear.


    "Peter... My servant..."


    "The Dark Lord?"


    Peter responded subconsciously, and suddenly a spirit came.


    No, it''s not an illusion.


    "Peter, my servant."


    Again, the whisper in my mind became clearer and clearer.


    Peter was so frightened that he first went to the iron fence door and looked around. When he saw no one around, he swallowed his spit, moistened his dry hoarse voice and held the "black devil mark" on his left arm.


    "Master, Peter is here. Peter has been waiting for your contact."


    "Good... My faithful servant..."


    Voldemort seemed weak and spoke intermittently.


    Peter was patient and felt a fire burning in his chest.


    This is the only chance to escape Azkaban now. He must not miss it!


    "Come to me... I''m in the original... Original place..."


    The original place?


    Hearing the speech, Peter seemed a little overwhelmed.


    The Dark Lord is talking about the black forest in balgolia.


    Was it Soren who seriously injured him and returned to the hiding place?


    As soon as his eyes turned, he replied in a low voice pretending to be respectful.


    "Master, I''d love to help you, but now I''m trapped in Azkaban!"


    I''ve been locked up for a fucking year. Now I think of me half dead?


    Peter was very angry, but he still looked embarrassed.


    "They know I''m an illegal" Animagus ". I can''t escape."


    "I know... I will use my last magic to help you lift the ban, and you will run when you see the opportunity... Then I will fall into a deep sleep, and you will come to me..."


    Voldemort seemed to have planned everything and spoke methodically.


    The words fell, and without waiting for Peter to reply, a cold and pure magic came to Peter through the "black devil mark".


    With great joy in his heart, Peter shrank and turned into a big gray mouse.


    "Come to me... Be sure to come to me... You know... I hate betrayers..."


    When Voldemort fell asleep, he repeatedly told Peter to come to him after escaping from prison.


    But now Peter couldn''t hear anything else. He took four short legs and ran wildly.


    Running with the wind is the direction of freedom~


    He has never felt so powerful as now!


    That is the call of a better life.


    He, Peter Perudi, about to get out of the cage and return to freedom!


    "Squeak!"


    He was so excited that he couldn''t help crying.


    But no one cares about a running mouse - Azkaban has no other, there are many mice.


    Peter ran all the way and finally ran out of Azkaban''s gate.


    He''s free!