"Every morning when I get up, I first pump myself up. Every time I say Avada, I follow it with Avada Kedavra. Magic wand, magic wand, look at me—where is my green light? ..."
Music rang out through the hall of Azkaban, which had been expanded with an Undetectable Extension Charm. Horatio led the Six Great Commanders in dancing at the front, while the Dementor legion and prisoners followed behind them.
"Release my Avada!!! ..." Horatio sang as he raised Li. A green light split through the air and struck several prisoners who were not dancing seriously.
The prisoners jumped in fright and danced even more vigorously behind Horatio and the Six Great Commanders.
When the music ended, Horatio wiped away the sweat he had worked up burning calories and turned to the prisoners behind him. "Whew, a little exercise every morning feels great. I could feel everyone's passion and enthusiasm—except for those few lying on the ground."
Sirius Black curled his lip. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you certainly felt great. We, on the other hand, were miserable. Although he had successfully cleared the first round of games yesterday through sheer reflexes and willpower, the sight of the failures around him—their souls consumed, their bodies swaying from the damage—was hard to bear. Even so, they had been forcibly dragged out of bed to dance that morning. If they did not dance well, they were attacked with the Killing Curse. Though afterward, Horatio tortured their souls for a while and revived them.
Although Sirius Black found Horatio cruel, he did not pity these prisoners in the slightest. Aside from the rare few who, like him, had been falsely imprisoned, most of them deserved what they got. Especially the Death Eaters, who had once delighted in torturing Muggles and Muggle-born wizards. Now that