Jailbreak

After learning from a photograph published in the newspaper that Peter was still alive, Black had no mood for crossword puzzles.

He had seen Peter transform into a rat countless times. There was no way he could mistake him.

That damned traitor was actually still alive, and hiding beside Harry now. Without question, it was the worst thing Black had encountered in the past ten years.

Black knew he was the only one who knew Peter was still alive. He had to act.

But he was still imprisoned in Azkaban. Escaping from that infamous prison was no easy task.

For hundreds of years, not a single wizard had successfully escaped.

Before Black could put his escape plan into action, the Dementors of Azkaban had already tightened security under Fudge's orders.

There were more Dementors guarding outside his cell. Every day, they opened the cell door and lowered the shapeless mouths beneath their hoods through the iron bars toward Black, constantly sucking in the emotions from the air around the cell. The dreadful sound was like a death rattle.

The Dementors were quite happy to carry out Fudge's orders, though they did not believe anyone could escape from Azkaban.

Black could not either.

At that moment, Black's face was deathly pale. Countless terrible memories surfaced in his mind, as if he had returned to the night James and Lily died.

He curled up, clutching the newspaper tightly in his hand, muttering something under his breath.

Black struggled to overcome the voices in his head, trying to recall any information that might help him escape.

He failed. His eyes rolled upward, and his body seemed to lose all strength as he curled up in a corner of the cell. Miserable memories from his childhood kept surfacing in his mind.

Not long afterward,