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Azkaban, a certain cell block.
The air here seemed to solidify; the cold stone walls seeped with water droplets, and the only illumination came from a torch at the end of the corridor that looked like it could go out at any moment.
Most cells were empty, but in two facing cells deeper on this floor, there was still a slight hint of "life."
"Max," in the left cell, the relatively thin Werewolf Dave lowered his voice, clinging to the bars and looking across, "we've been in this cursed place for days... will anyone really come to pick us up from outside? Those Dementors are constantly floating around; it gives me the creeps."
Even as a Werewolf, being in an environment surrounded by Dementors for a long time still made him uneasy.
In the opposite cell, sitting against the stone wall, was the Werewolf Boss.
Hearing this, he scoffed. Although his face was also somewhat pale, he forced a strong demeanor: "Don't worry, Dave! When have I, your Big Brother, ever miscalculated? How do you think that ten-year sentence came about? Do you really think the Ministry of Magic had a change of heart?"
He shifted his body, leaned closer to the bars, and lowered his voice even further, with a hint of smugness:
"I arranged a fallback long ago! The Valentine Troupe, remember them? They perform on the surface, but in reality... hmph, they have very wild connections! I spent a fortune to build relationships between them and several key figures within the Ministry of Magic. Those Galleons weren't given for nothing!"
When he mentioned "Galleons," the Boss's facial muscles twitched, revealing an expression of extreme heartache.
That was all his accumulated wealth, earned from "working hard" with his subordinates to rob homes in the Muggle world and dealing materials with Valentine in the Wizarding world! He gave it all away! Just thinking about it made his heart bleed.
"However," he forced himself to comfort himself and Second Brother, "money is external to the body! As long as there's life, there's hope! As long as we can get out, with our abilities, are we afraid of not getting more gold and Galleons? By then, we'll live lavishly, have everything we want! This Azkaban can't hold us!"
The more the Boss spoke, the brighter the future seemed, as if he had already seen freedom and the second spring of his "career."
Dave's eyes also brightened upon hearing this, and he nodded: "You're right! The Valentine Troupe... they do have a good 'reputation,' all the jobs we took before were successful."
"Hahahaha!" The Boss seemed to have already seen the day he would rise again, and he couldn't help but let out a wild laugh.
His laughter echoed between the stone walls.
Food... fresh food... the taste of hope... the scent of greed... several Dementors that had been aimlessly floating nearby were attracted by this unusual "fragrance" and silently converged towards these two cells.
The Boss was still fantasizing about the "good life" after getting out, and Second Brother, his heart surging, temporarily forgot his fear.
Suddenly—the laughter abruptly stopped.
They looked up and saw several tall black figures already pressed against the iron bars outside the cell.
"M-Max..." Dave's teeth began to chatter.
"S-shut up! D-don't be afraid, ah—!!!"
...Meanwhile, Lynn and Ollie were cautiously navigating the corridors of Azkaban, guided by the "traitorous" Dementor.
Suddenly, they heard a scream from ahead.
"Hmm?" Lynn paused.
Ollie also looked up sharply. "It's that Werewolf's voice!"
The two exchanged glances and quickly rushed towards the source of the sound.
The Dementor leading the way smartly shrank into a corner, pretending not to exist.
Turning the corner, they saw about seven or eight Dementors scrambling to crowd outside two opposing cells, their black figures almost completely blocking the cell doors.
"They're quite 'popular,' aren't they?" Without a moment's hesitation, both raised their wands.
"Expecto Patronum!" x2
A silver Phoenix and a silver elephant appeared simultaneously! Lynn's Phoenix Patronus charged with an unrivaled momentum, while Ollie's Elephant Patronus advanced with steady and resolute steps, attacking the gathered Dementors from left and right!
"Aba! ABA?! (So painful! What is this thing?!)"
"Aba! (Run! This thing isn't right!)"
"Aba!... (Hungry... not full yet...)"
This group of Dementors had clearly never seen a Patronus before.
They let out a series of sounds, distinct from the "Aba" tone of the "traitorous" Dementor, and scattered in panic.
The chilling sensation outside the two cells immediately greatly diminished.
Inside the cells, the Boss and Second Brother, having just experienced a "soul extraction," lay on the ground gasping for breath, eyes unfocused, as if they had just been pulled from water.
Just then, their blurry vision saw two figures appear in the darkness outside the cell.
Second Brother struggled to lift his head. The "blueprint" the Boss had described earlier sparked an absurd association in his mind. "M-Max! It's... it's Valentine's people! They've come to save us! You need to pull yourself together!"
The Boss heard this and also managed to focus his gaze on the doorway.
A crimson spell light shot out from the tip of Ollie's wand at the doorway, accurately passing through the iron bars and striking Second Brother hard!
"Cruciatus Curse!"
"Ugh—!!! Ah—!!!"
A feeling more intense and painful than Dementor absorption instantly swept through Second Brother's entire body!
He abruptly curled up, screaming in agony, his muscles spasming, eyes bulging, and the little consciousness he had just recovered was completely drowned by the boundless pain.
The Boss was stunned.
A lazy voice sounded from beside him. Lynn slowly strolled to the cell door, looked at the scene inside, and tutted, shaking his head:
"Valentine? Tsk tsk, are you talking about the troupe leader who was burned to charcoal in Norway, his ashes long cold? You want to see him? Easy, we can send you there right away."
Lynn tilted his head, feigning confusion: "But... who taught this Crucio? The technique is quite 'authentic,' the layering of pain delivery... it's really hard to guess~" He turned to Ollie and winked.
Ollie rolled his eyes at Lynn, raised his wand again, and targeted the Boss lying on the ground.
"Cruciatus Curse!"
Another crimson light entered the Boss's body.
"Ah—!!!" The Boss's screams joined the duet.
For the next period, these two opposing cells became temporary "punishment rooms."
Ollie "practiced" all the non-lethal but sufficiently painful spells he knew on the two of them, one by one.
Lynn wasn't idle either.
He cast a powerful "Muffliato" over the area, ensuring that the two Werewolves' pig-like howls wouldn't spread and attract the attention of other guards.
Then, he summoned his Patronus again to drive away any Dementors that might be attracted back.
Actually, the Dementors outside had no intention of approaching at all.
After fleeing, they happened to encounter the "traitorous" Dementor shivering in the corner.
The "traitorous" Dementor saw its companions in a panic and immediately approached them:
"Aba... Aba ababa... (Brothers! Absolutely, absolutely don't go in there! I just escaped from those two demon Wizards! You wouldn't believe it, they're practically not human!... Blah blah blah...)"
It exaggeratedly described its "heroic escape," portraying Lynn and Ollie as devilish incarnations specifically designed to counter Dementors.
The Dementors outside listened, dumbfounded.
"Aba... (Really? You're that powerful?)"
"Aba aba... (Sounds terrifying, I just got hit too...)"
Then the Dementors avoided that area even more, consciously rerouting their patrol paths.
Inside the cell, Ollie finally stopped his wand.
He was panting, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, utterly exhausted.
He scanned the two unrecognizable Werewolf Wizards in the cell.
All the anger, resentment, and hatred seemed to have been unleashed with this barrage of spells.
Ollie directly cast two Reducto spells.
The two men in the cell, along with their tattered prison robes, turned into two piles of dust, rustling down and mixing with the original grime on the cell floor, indistinguishable from each other.
Ollie felt completely at peace. "That's enough, let's go back."
Just then, Lynn's voice softly echoed beside him: "Your cleanup... is too unprofessional. If Ministry of Magic personnel come and see, 'Oh, two living people turned to ash,' even an idiot would know something happened."
Ollie paused, looking at Lynn.
Lynn casually waved his wand. "Scourgify."
The two cells instantly became spotless, as if no one had ever been there, and nothing had ever happened.
Ollie: "..."
He looked at the cell floor, speechless for a moment. Well, he indeed lacked experience in this area.
"Let's go," Lynn patted Ollie's shoulder, "it's time for us to go home."