He hurriedly pointed as he spoke. "Selwyn's over there, Rowle's there, that's Bellatrix over there, and Sirius is next door..."
"Thank you for answering."
"Then... can you let me go?"
"No rush. One thing at a time."
Edward took out a piece of chocolate and tossed it over-in Azkaban, chocolate was more precious than anything else. Dementors could absorb people's happiness, while chocolate, or rather high-calorie sweets, could make people feel happy.
"Thank you, thank you!"
Edward stopped for a few seconds outside each Death Eater's cell in turn. These people had probably received special "attention" from the Dementors. They were either lying asleep in corners or muttering to themselves as though they had lost their minds. Of course, some also screamed like lunatics, saying their master would come to rescue them sooner or later and lead the Death Eaters to become the true masters of the Wizarding World.
That person was Bellatrix.
Apart from making her even more deranged, the Dementors' torment did not seem to have changed her loyalty to Voldemort in the slightest. Seeing Edward approach, she pressed her head against the door and tilted it, staring at him with a crazed laugh.
"Have you come to take revenge on the Death Eaters? Who are you? Did we kill your wife or your son? Hahahahaha! Don't worry, the Dark Lord will reunite you with them soon! Hehehehehe!"
The corner of Edward's mouth lifted. The bars of the cell door suddenly seemed to come alive, wrapping around her throat and suspending her in midair, tightening more and more.
Bellatrix struggled desperately, but it was useless. All she could do was feel her vision growing blurrier and her breathing becoming more difficult.
Just as she thought she was going to die, the bars around her throat loosened. Though she