He Was at Hogwarts!

Sirius Black used all his strength to roll over, the pain in his body so real that he wanted to thank the guard who had knocked him unconscious.

If he hadn't been hurt by the Stunning Spell, he would have thought that everything that had just happened was a dream.

He recalled the picture in the Daily Prophet, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. "He's at Hogwarts! He's at Hogwarts!"

He murmured to himself, a plan taking shape in his mind—he was going to leave this place and find that person!

Unbeknownst to him, a tear slid down the corner of his eye, seemingly about to slide down his waxy cheek and onto the floor.

He quickly reached out and swallowed the precious tear.

He had to conserve every resource to ensure he could escape and find that damned traitor!

A Dementor appeared, slipping through the iron bars of the window into the cell, hovering above Sirius Black, constantly absorbing his meager happiness.

Happiness is so faint, yet so lingering, as if no matter how much it is absorbed, it can never be completely absorbed.

Nevertheless, Sirius Black couldn't withstand such torment, and with a strange "gurgling" sound as he inhaled, he fainted again.

Even so, his murmurs didn't stop; he kept uttering weak sounds, "He's at Hogwarts! He's at Hogwarts!"

Sirius Black had a long dream, a beautiful dream. He returned to Hogwarts under the blazing sun, and with just a pinch of his hand, he could catch that damned traitor.

However, the traitor escaped once again. He chased after him relentlessly, traversing the dark Forbidden Forest, where the surroundings grew ever darker, as if he had pursued him from day to night.

The traitor disappeared, and as if in the endless night a small house appeared, that was James's small house;

He took a few steps forward, as if by doing so he could see Lily holding Harry and James making faces in the warm light;

He was horrified to discover that he was wrong; he was getting further and further away from the cabin, and even though the cabin seemed so close, he couldn't take another step forward.

He wanted to reach the doorknob, and in front of James and Lily, slap himself hard and reveal who the traitor really was.

It was too late. The traitor appeared before him, with a tall, thin figure standing beside him. The figure was draped in a black cloak and looked like a grim Death of souls.

The figure moved, pointing its wand at James first. A fierce green light, like lightning, burst forth and instantly destroyed everything!

"I'm the one who killed them!"

Sirius Black suddenly opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tattered cloak— the Dementor that had finally sucked away his only happiness.

As happiness faded, his beautiful dream turned into a nightmare.

However, this also reminded him that he was still a sinner, even if he caught that traitor;

If it weren't for his arrogance, and if James and the others hadn't trusted him so much, none of this tragedy would have happened!

This is also why he survived in Azkaban; death would be a relief for him, and he needed to live to endure the torment of the Dementor.

He hoped it could continue indefinitely, that he could die later and endure more torment—a punishment he deserved...

If that's the case, then why even want to leave? Why not just stay and accept your punishment...?

Sirius Black suddenly jolted awake and murmured again, "He's at Hogwarts! He's at Hogwarts!"

One of the effects of having one's happiness absorbed by Dementor is becoming negative. One needs to resist this negativity and stay true to one's own beliefs.

That traitor was hanging out with the Weasley family, and considering the timeline, not only the Weasley family children, but Harry should have already started school too...

Since that traitor is at Hogwarts, Harry is bound to get hurt...

Those are James and Lily's child, his godson...

He needs to leave Azkaban!

He needs to leave Azkaban!

The Dementor are back, hovering above Sirius Black again, emitting eerie "clucking" sounds as they suck in air, once again extracting any positive emotions that suddenly arise.

For Dementor, happiness is just a delicious meal. There are many other foods they can consume, including all kinds of positive emotions, but souls are the ultimate delicacy.

"Have you noticed that Black seems to have changed...?"

"What's changed? Wasn't it always lying there motionless like a corpse?"

"He seems to talk in his sleep, constantly shouting something like 'He's at Hogwarts '..."

"It should be... alright, right? Let's record this anomaly and report it to the Ministry of Magic later!"

"He's also started eating more frequently. Before, he would wait until the food went bad and got maggots before he would pick it up and swallow it. I even thought he had pica..."

"It might just be a peculiar quirk of the Pure-blood Family... There's no need to worry too much. How could he possibly escape Azkaban? Dementor are much smarter than us!"

"That makes sense... The Dementor have been frequenting Black's place lately, it seems there's still some value they can extract from him..."

"That's terrifying! After being imprisoned for so many years, the only one who can still attract so many Dementor seems to be Lestrange..."

"That Lestrange is the madman. He keeps shouting that ' the Dark Lord will find his most loyal servant.' How long has the He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named been dead? Does he think he can come back to life?"

After an unknown amount of time, Sirius Black was finally ready.

He not only needs to be thin enough, but also needs enough strength to escape from here.

While the Dementor were patrolling other areas, he transformed into a small, thin black dog and nimbly climbed the iron bars of the window.

He desperately used his conviction to control the instincts emanating from the black dog, and leaped into the air, landing in Mass Grave outside Azkaban.

This is where the dead prisoners are dealt with. He was unlucky; there were no corpses to cushion his fall and alleviate the shock.

Bang!

He landed on a flat area, creating a small crater, beneath which lay a buried skeleton.

This not only brought him unspeakable pain, but the sound he made also alerted the Dementor, who then hovered over the Mass Grave.

After lingering for some time without finding anything, the Dementor finally left.

Sirius Black also took this time to recover a lot of his strength.

Clang...

When he got up, he found a bottle under his stomach containing only a sip of a tainted Potions.

Azkaban forbade prisoners from carrying this item, as he considered the Potions very important.

Guided by this intuition, he put the Potions bottle in his mouth, smoothed out the crater he had created, and plunged into the sea, drifting further and further away with the ocean current, Azkaban becoming increasingly blurry behind him.

A piercing alarm blared behind him. Sirius Black bit the Potions bottle tightly, maintaining only one belief in his mind...

He's at Hogwarts!

He's at Hogwarts!