As the prison of the Magic World, Azkaban afforded its inmates no human rights. Forget getting a newspaper for entertainment—even prison yard time was nonexistent. The only space they could move around in was their own cells. As for chatting with fellow inmates? Heh, Azkaban provided private suites. You deserved one.
Perhaps because he had been imprisoned for too long and had gone ages without speaking to anyone, Mr. Black seemed to have a great deal to say. Having finally encountered Li Feng, who was willing to listen to his grievances, his mouth ran like an unshut faucet, words pouring out nonstop.
The emaciated Mr. Black slumped on the floor and said with a mocking laugh, "Back then, Voldemort held overwhelming power and turned the Magic World upside down. Because of a prophecy, he intended to murder Harry while he was still an infant. Harry's father, James Potter, prepared a spell to hide their home and evade Voldemort's pursuit. But that powerful spell required a Secret Keeper. So long as the Secret Keeper did not reveal the Potters' home, Voldemort would never find Harry for the rest of his life."
"Unfortunately, we trusted the wrong person and made that traitor Peter Pettigrew the Secret Keeper. Voldemort not only found Harry's home, but also murdered Harry's parents. If Harry's mother, Lily Potter, hadn't protected Harry with her life and killed Voldemort in return, Harry would now—"
"Only after Harry's family was attacked did I learn that Peter Pettigrew had betrayed us and defected to Voldemort, causing all of this. So I went after him alone for revenge. I never expected him to use a spell to blow up half a street and escape. As for me, the Aurors who arrived afterward arrested me on the spot. To calm things down, the