Hogwarts' Golden Glory

The carriage slowly came ashore, and a group of people disembarked.

Lucius Malfoy held a serpent-headed staff, his long golden hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

It was as if Azkaban before him was nothing more than an ordinary building in his estate.

Strictly speaking, that is indeed the case, since he is the one who pays the guards' salaries.

Narcissa Malfoy followed closely behind, draped in a silver fox fur shawl, her elegance standing out from the surroundings.

Draco Malfoy walked at the back, his face pale, clearly uncomfortable with his surroundings.

His hands gripped the dragon-skin gloves tightly, his gaze darting away from the hovering Dementors.

And walking at the very front was a blond boy.

His steps were steady, his gaze unwavering, as if the eerie atmosphere around him had no effect on him.

"That's... Kane Malfoy?" the first guard exclaimed in a low voice. "I heard that the Malfoy family's businesses now all require his approval!"

"I can see that. Although the two brothers look very alike, this..."

Before he could finish speaking, the people around him covered his mouth.

How could you say such a thing?

Do you not want your salary anymore?

The warden strode forward, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

"Welcome to Azkaban, Mr. Malfoy."

His voice was clearly ingratiating, "And this...Young Master Kane, your presence has made this place truly special."

Kane nodded slightly, but his gaze passed over the warden and landed on the black tower.

"We need to see Sirius Black," his voice was calm but unwavering, "now."

The warden's smile froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

"Of course, of course, please follow me." He stepped aside to make way and gestured for me to enter.

The two guards stared in disbelief at the scene until the Malfoys had walked away, at which point they came to their senses.

"Merlin's beard," the first guard murmured, "that Kane Malfoy... he seems even more terrifying than the rumors say."

"Terrible?" The second guard gave a wry smile.

"Didn't you see the warden's attitude? That's not how you treat a regular student. This Kane... just who is he?"

The sea breeze howled past, carrying with it a salty, fishy smell.

A Dementor's shriek echoed from a distant tower, as if in response to their questions. However, no one could provide an answer.

Inside Azkaban's meeting room, the cold air seemed to freeze one's breath.

Kane stood in the center of the room, his gaze sweeping over the mottled silver tapestry on the wall—a protective measure against Dementors, but clearly in disrepair.

His parents sat on a bench nearby, Narcissa gracefully adjusting her skirt, while Lucius rhythmically tapped the ground with his serpent-headed staff, as if calculating time.

"Father, Mother," Kane turned around, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Have Bella come over later, you two can talk. For the sake of the family's future, we need... to have a backup plan."

Lucius frowned slightly, and the tapping of the serpent-headed staff stopped abruptly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" His voice carried a hint of displeasure. "Bellatrix is ​​a madwoman; her loyalty belongs only to the Dark Lord."

"They'll hate me for trying to get rid of that identity!"

Narcissa gently held her husband's hand, her gaze tender yet firm as she looked at Kane. "Darling, we'll talk. But you... be careful."

Her voice carried a mother's worry, yet also revealed her trust in her son.

At this point, Draco had no idea what was happening.

"Draco, you stay here."

After saying that, Kane left and asked the guard to take him to another place.

Right after Kane left.

Bellatrix Lestrange was led into the room; her black hair was disheveled like straw, but her eyes gleamed with a mad light.

She wore heavy shackles on her wrists, but she stood like a queen.

"Lucius, Narcissa," her voice was hoarse and shrill, "what a rare sight. So, the Malfoys have finally remembered to visit their poor relative?"

Lucius stared at her coldly, his serpent-headed staff twirling in his hand. "Bella, we're not here for a reunion."

Bellatrix let out a piercing laugh. "Hahaha, what old times do we have left? You betrayed the Dark Lord!"

Lucius tried to calm himself: "Bella, I'm only doing this to prevent us from being wiped out!"

However, the other party clearly did not believe her explanation.

He just kept shouting, "You betrayed me! I don't want to communicate with a traitor like you!"

Lucius's voice carried a hint of warning, "We need to talk... about the Dark Lord!"

Bellatrix fell silent for a moment before speaking again, her voice now filled with hope.

"I knew it! He's still alive! Tell me quickly! Master, where is Master?"

Lucius then added, "I was just hearing..."

Kane stood before the deepest cell in Azkaban, the heavy iron door covered in rust and scratches, as if recording the despair of countless prisoners.

The air was thick with the smell of dampness and decay, and the chilling aura of the Dementors seeped through the walls, sending shivers down one's spine.

Two guards stood behind Kane, their wands trembling slightly, clearly uneasy about the atmosphere.

"Open the door." Kane's voice was calm but left no room for argument.

"It's dangerous here, do you want to go?"

The guard looked at the young wizard and hesitated for a moment.

"Just open it."

Despite Kane's cold gaze, they still unlocked the cell door.

The iron gate creaked open slowly with a harsh sound.

The cell was dark and cramped, with the only light source being the faint moonlight filtering in from a small window high up.

The walls were covered with black mold, and some moldy straw was piled up in the corner.

Sirius Black sat in the corner, his messy black hair covering most of his face, but his eyes had lost all hope of living.

Kane looked at the man, Harry's godfather and his cousin.

How destitute they are right now.

Despite having immense wealth, he chose to suffer in Azkaban in the name of so-called atonement.

They could have raised Harry, but they ignored him for twelve years.

He could have simply mentioned that Little Pettigrew had betrayed him after meeting Hagrid, and he wouldn't have been seen as a traitor.

He could have explained himself after being caught, but...

Kane felt that his uncle had something wrong with his head; it was an illness that needed treatment!

"A Malfoy kid?" Blake's voice was hoarse and full of sarcasm. "What, did your father send you to mock me, a prisoner?"

Kane did not answer, but instead waved his wand, the tip of which shone with a soft silver light.

The light dispelled the darkness in the cell and illuminated Blake's haggard face.

"I'm here to discuss a deal with you," Kane said calmly and firmly.