From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　哐!

　　Monton slammed his hand on the iron table, his face full of anger.

　　 What days did he live this month?

　　 Fear, fear and trepidation—Every day I am awakened by the sound of using the toilet just before dawn. If someone wakes up at night, I feel that I have to be 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 and help the cell head to fold up the luggage and stay in jail. They rolled up today’s cigarettes during their meal.

　　Wait until everyone has used breakfast, the rest of the food that is half-cool, without oil or salt, is his.

　　 Those prisoners could still share some canned food or something. He had been shaken with soup once in his can, and he couldn't see any fishy meat at all.

　　 These are not counted. Before going to bed at night, he also gave him the goods that had loosened the head of the cell. After he was tired of sweating, he could lie down on his dark and damp bed.

　　Even the lowest-ranking guy in the prison dare to taunt such a few words when he sweeps the floor—and all of this comes from the special hospitality he received when he was in prison.

　　 The cell that was originally divided into three levels quickly changed to four levels after he came over, and Monton used his own power to raise those guys by 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 jail **** before leaving-but in terms of his labor, this The help guy's private possession is absolutely irresistible to his salary.

　　 However, what Monton didn't expect was that after scouring the corners of the cell where things could be hidden according to his years of burglary experience, all the income was no more than nine cents and fifteen nats! !

　　 Not even a Kanon! !

　　 This small value made Monton feel angry.

　　 These poor ghosts ate and drank all day long. Chocolate cigarettes have never been cut off, but only a small amount of money?

　　‘No, I can’t just leave like this, I’m going to eat up their chocolate, throw all the tobacco in the toilet, and write scribbles on those pieces of paper! I want to use each of them as a toilet! ! ’

　　Monton had countless thoughts of revenge in his mind, especially for the guy named William who looked pretty and actually had a bad stomach-except for the guy who looked like a person, there was nothing to do with people!

　　 Just do it!

　　 Munton furiously attacked his heart, and walked to William's bed in three steps in two steps, and untied his belt.

　　 Then the prison door was pushed open directly.

　　 The whole cell didn't fall down, and stared at him grinningly.

　　 The big one rushed to the forefront, the joints of his two hands kept ringing.

　　 "Yeah, isn't this our newcomer?"

　　 A few steps forward, he held down Monton's shoulder, and looked at him condescendingly: "What do you want to do?"

"Hey Hey."

　　Monton smirked while running his brain quickly, an idea flooded into his mind like lightning.

　　 "No, the story this morning was a bit irritating. I am embarrassed because there are too many people."

　　 While showing a shy smile, he shook his body and hid the money deeper-at this time he was extremely thankful that he hadn't found more money, and he didn't have time to do more.

　　 "cut—"

　　 The big man responded with a sound from between his teeth, turning his head and looking at Nine Fingers.

　　 "What is my business? Call everyone secretly-this kid has a long sentence, what dare he make trouble, Jiuzhi, you can give him a picture, let him see it for himself."

　　 Everyone also found it boring, they dispersed, and after walking a few steps, the big one suddenly turned his head and looked at Monton.

　　Mengton's heart trembled after finally letting go.

　　 "Let's take a moment, don't provoke those black skins-this is not unprecedented, but those guys are hungry today."

"Yes, yes, I must be careful." Monton nodded like a rice pecking, thinking about quickly coping with people. The gang of batters have released the owls. Mad-Eye will come today. If you are in Mad-Eye Before I came, I was surrounded by these guys, and I was beaten for nothing.

　　 He doesn't doubt that Mad-Eye will help him, but he really doesn't have that face.

Forget it, no revenge. Although I think he still has a long sentence, I dare not mess around, but the guy who changed the berth with him is not a good bird. It is estimated that this guy has been staring at him from the moment the wind was released in the morning. , Can't eat 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.

　　 "What are you in a hurry?"

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

　　 "Be careful, if it gets dirty, I'll beat you for a week!"

While intimidating the person, Nine Fingers walked out of the prison door quickly, and said, "I'll take the door for you. Please take it easy. It really attracts the dementors to guess that you are not in Azkaban. I will want these papers."

　　 Cut!

　　Who is rare! I’m different from you. There’s someone behind me. I’ve got in touch. I don’t need to watch the moon in the sea breeze tonight. I’m going to Old Tom’s tavern to have a good drink. You guys have no smoke, no alcohol, no chocolate. Poor ghost!

　　 Monton cursed viciously, but did not put down the paper in his hand.

Going out rashly will only attract the attention of the guys in the same cell. UU reading www.uukahnshu.com is not a good thing for him who is about to be released from prison-even if the crazy-eyed guy helped him beat the group of guys, could he get the Will the beating be lighter?

　　 acting as a full set.

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

　　 And at this moment, the door of the cell opened again.

　　‘I know that those **** are not good things, and they won’t let me go easily. Fortunately, I’m clever and pretending to be like. ’

　　Monton tried to squeeze a panicked expression on his face and looked at the visitor, but in that moment, the expression that was squeezed out became real.

At the door of the cell, a nearly patchwork face appeared, and every organ of this face was flawed, as if God had left a defect deliberately when he created it—but Monton knew very well that every one of this face was flawed. The wounds are all caused by top dark magic players and are almost incurable.

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

　　 He wants to break free from this prison, half of which depends on the relationship with the owner of this face.

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

　　 Now that the asymmetrical eyes on this face are staring at him firmly, the joy and embarrassment of reunion on his face are completely replaced by another expression.

　　 That big, round magic eye, like a coin, stared firmly at the piece of paper in his hand—that magic eye was used for many purposes, including seeing some things through.

　　 "Good noon, Fletcher—it seems, uh, you had a pretty happy time?"

　　...

　　 William in the distance suddenly received a prompt:

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