Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

"Feel sorry?"

Dumbledore looked at Ryan in confusion.

"..."

Looking at the old wizard pretending to be confused, Ryan was speechless for a moment.

That's right.

Although it was only a brief exchange, Ryan had almost figured out who Sirius Black was—he was indeed quite clear-headed.

A brave but reckless, even a little willful at times, a typical Gryffindor who does things without considering the consequences!

His feelings for James Potter were so deep that they almost surpassed his own life.

His hatred for Peter Pettigrew was so intense that it surpassed almost everything else he had.

In this case, after learning that Peter was not dead, it was impossible for him to continue to stay safely in Azkaban.

Especially Dumbledore's last words - he said that Peter Pettigrew would receive the justice he deserved.

The result of this trial is obvious: Peter will be sent to Azkaban to serve life sentence.

This might seem like a good idea, but... with Sirius's temper, he would never accept it.

An eye for an eye, blood for blood is the character of people like him.

He wants to kill Peter himself, so he will inevitably try to escape from prison.

And coincidentally...

"There is currently no evidence that Dementors attack animals..."

Ryan looked at Dumbledore with a strange tone.

"Hmm? I don't quite understand, Ryan?"

And Dumbledore blinked.

"...Aren't you afraid that I will report you?"

Ryan said helplessly: "You know, this will cause me a lot of trouble - I hate trouble."

"Oh, I thought we were on the same side... I'm going to share some limited edition desserts with you, right?"

While they were talking, they had already walked through quite a few cells.

But it was at this moment that Ryan heard a voice.

"Oh, look who this is?"

"The great Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and...oh, a cute little one. Who are you? Dumbledore's child?"

The voice was crazy and hoarse, full of strong hostility.

Ryan looked towards where the sound came from - a cell not far away.

There he saw a thin woman with disheveled hair.

She leaned against the iron bars of the cage, her eyes wide open with a twisted smile.

"Oh, Bella."

And Dumbledore obviously recognized her: "You look the same."

His tone was calm.

"of course."

The madness in the woman's eyes grew stronger. "What do you think will happen to me? Beg for mercy, and cry that I understand love and justice?"

At this point, she burst into laughter.

Then she looked at Ryan: "Come on, little cutie - come to Auntie... let me take a good look at you."

She said this just to mock Dumbledore.

But she didn't expect that after hearing her words, Ryan actually walked towards her.

What's even more bizarre is that Dumbledore didn't stop him!

"..."

Even someone as crazy as her was stunned at this moment.

But at this moment, Ryan was gradually approaching.

He came to the cage and looked at the woman who looked a little surprised.

"Um... yes, I recognize you—Bella Lestrange."

he said softly.

"You are just as hideous as Mr. Frank remembered you to be."

"Frank?"

Bella was also stunned when she heard the name.

Then she seemed to remember something and her smile grew even crazier.

"Oh, I remember that name—the Longbottom one? I remember him and his wife…their singing while they were tortured was intoxicating."

She said excitedly.

"I wanted the great Dark Lord to listen to it, which would surely delight him, but alas - they were too fragile, and collapsed like two insects..."

She grinned, revealing her teeth that had turned yellow from not being washed for a long time.

"Who are you? Their child? Are you going to cry?!"

She scoffed, but...

"..."

She was surprised to find that the boy's expression did not change at all.

He looked at her calmly, even indifferently.

There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a piece of meat to be slaughtered.

"I've been in a lot of contact with Mr. Frank and Ms. Alice recently."

He whispered, "I know almost all their memories, even better than Neville - oh, Neville is their child."

"They are kind, righteous and brave people... the kind of people I used to protect and fight alongside my teachers."

"You are the exact opposite. You are a bore. You lack ambition and simply enjoy torturing others. Even as a Dark wizard, you are not good enough."

He spoke words that Bella couldn't understand.

"So I thought, if I ever get the chance to see you... I'll swing my sword and chop off your head."

He said so.

To be fair - if an ordinary child said this, Bella would just find it ridiculous.

But at this moment, Bella suddenly realized in her heart.

What the kid in front of him said was true - he was really seriously considering chopping off her head right here!

But then, Ryan whispered again.

"but..."

"I'm now thinking maybe I shouldn't have done this."

He looked at Bella, as if analyzing her mind.

"I've seen many dark wizards, but few like you—you seem to believe in Voldemort and admire him like a god?"

"So you are not afraid of Professor Dumbledore, nor of death. You are even so determined that you can stay awake even when tortured by Dementors."

he said softly.

"You little mudblood, how dare you address the great Dark Lord by his name..."

At this moment, Bella showed unprecedented anger.

It was hard to tell where her anger came from - was it because Ryan had called Voldemort by name, or was it because her inner feelings had been exposed?

She reached out frantically and grabbed Ryan's clothes.

Then...

"what!"

She screamed in pain and abruptly pulled her hand back.

Then she saw her hands begin to age rapidly.

The aging continued to spread until it spread to her entire body.

Bella felt as if her body was about to decay, and she felt her magic power beginning to fade.

In a moment, she turned into a decrepit old woman.

Ryan, on the other hand, was calm.

"Tabesco, a new spell I've mastered."

He casually said, "It comes from the reverse application of life magic...very cruel, but just right for you."

"It will cause your body to age and decay, and your magic to gradually decay - rendering you useless to your master."

"That's what you fear most, isn't it?"

His words sounded like the whispers of a devil to Bella.

She felt as if she were in a nightmare.

That's right.

She wasn't afraid of death, or even of the powerful Dumbledore - she was only afraid that she would be of no use to the Dark Lord, that he would abandon her.

And now...

"You seem to enjoy torturing others?"