bacchusnovels Chapter 268 Goodbye, Azkaban
Chapter 268 Goodbye, Azkaban
Chapter 268 Goodbye, Azkaban
Of course, Bella didn't trade her body for bread.
Such a request would be unbearable for either a noble Slytherin or a once-powerful Death Eater.
It could even be seen as an insult.
So Bella gave Sean a fierce look, then wiggled her hips and left.
The days passed by in this monotonous and dull life. Sean's only joy in Azkaban was perhaps his endless chats with Sirius every day, or... arguing with Bella.
Perhaps the latter will help him prevent Alzheimer's disease.
But who knows?
Anyway, Sirius Black was already used to Sean's eccentricities and had become accustomed to them.
Even if he woke up one morning and didn't smell that familiar buttery aroma, he would be even more disappointed.
Then it must be... that Sean didn't have enough butter.
Or perhaps he stayed up too late watching the game last night and hasn't gotten out of bed yet.
However, it's worth mentioning that the team called Manchester United has played terribly this season.
Even with such a terrible style of play, they managed to maintain a sixteen-game unbeaten streak.
Perhaps this is why football isn't as interesting as Quidditch?
Sirius thought to himself with some uncertainty.
Finally, the last day arrived.
1991 6 Month 1 Day.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the window, illuminating the house at 19 Privet Road, Little Huigkin, Surrey.
The air was filled with the refreshing scent of early summer, and the occasional chirping of birds and the footsteps of pedestrians could be heard from the streets.
This was no ordinary morning for Sean Phillips—he got up early in the morning.
His expression revealed a hint of tension and anticipation.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was much earlier than usual, but he felt no signs of fatigue.
Today is the big day he has been looking forward to, and everything is being prepared for it.
Starting today, his life will be reborn.
Sean walked to the mirror, carefully straightened his collar, and looked at himself for a moment.
He looked no different from usual in the mirror, and then he nodded in satisfaction.
"It's time to go," he said.
Then, Sean turned around and walked out of the house.
North Sea.
The North Sea is geographically located precisely at the northwestern tip of the European continent. As a branch of the Atlantic Ocean, it separates the British Isles from the European continent.
It connects to the Celtic Sea to the southwest via the Dover Strait and the English Channel, to the Baltic Sea to the east via the Skagerrak Strait and the Kattegat Strait, and to the Norwegian Sea to the north.
Looking at the vast ocean in front of him, Sean couldn't help but recall these strange pieces of knowledge.
He acquired this knowledge during his second year at the Hogwarts Library.
It cannot be considered a test point at this time.
The reason is that Hogwarts does not offer a course called "Muggle Geography" as an elective.
However, it's only "temporary"; Sean hasn't yet become the professor he's dreamed of.
Perhaps things will change once he becomes a professor.
Yes, Sean thinks he might be able to become the professor of the elective course "Muggle Studies" this semester.
Because he had already received "rumors" from Hogwarts.
Dumbledore intended to use his letter of invitation.
To be honest, this is an unbelievable thing.
Sean has been working on unlocking his cheat code for five years.
During those five years, he tried every means to join Hogwarts and contribute his own strength to the education of British children and wizards.
However, his idea of being helpful ended in failure.
In conclusion, Sean believed that Dumbledore was too conservative.
No one would believe that a young person could become a teacher.
This is conservative Britain, isn't it?
Over the course of those five years, Sean experienced numerous setbacks.
How many five-year periods in a lifetime are worth squandering?
However, things have finally taken a turn for the better.
This is something Sean is very fortunate about.
Because in a few more years, it's uncertain whether he will even live to see the end of the war.
Based on the original timeline, Sean felt he would replace Quirrell as the professor of "Muggle Studies".
This is also what he does best.
Sean swore an oath to Merlin.
At that time, he will definitely incorporate everything he has learned, seen, and heard over the years into his courses.
All the knowledge was stuffed into the little wizard's belly, not a single drop was left.
This is his commitment to education in the UK.
However, on the other hand, Sean never imagined he would have the opportunity to become a professor.
I never thought of it before I got this cheat code.
He had imagined himself standing on the podium countless times, but that was the end of his imagination; he could no longer dream of it.
For Sean, the scene was simply too absurd.
Why?
This is related to what he's going to do next.
Yes, you would never guess what he was going to do next—break out of Azkaban.
That's bold enough, crazy enough, right?
Sean is willing to bet 500 Galleons, and no one would ever guess who he's going to save.
He decided to keep this secret until after the operation was over.
As time passed, night gradually fell.
Sean stood on the beach, the deep echo of waves crashing against the rocks filling his ears, the cold sea wind howling past, making the edges of his cloak flutter.
He took a deep breath and Sean began to chant the incantation in a low voice.
As the incantation ended, his body began to change rapidly—his muscles and bones contracted instantly, his skin was covered with deep black feathers, his hands and feet turned into claws, and his nose gradually became pointed, transforming into a raven's beak.
Under the transformation of the Animagus, Sean became a raven—a mysterious and ominous symbol. His black feathers blended into the night, his wings spread, and he glided silently in the wind like a black shadow. The raven's vision was sharper, and he could see the distant and sinister outline of Azkaban in the endless darkness.
He flapped his wings and hovered lightly in the air, gradually approaching the towering walls of the prison.
The raven was light and agile, easily evading the Dementors' patrol.
Azkaban was heavily guarded, but under the cover of darkness, Sean perfectly concealed himself.
Crows are often seen as symbols of impending death, yet they can also flit among the shadows, which is their current role.
When he flew over the prison, Sean circled once, quickly assessing the surrounding environment.
If he wasn't mistaken, heinous criminals like Bella were usually kept deep inside prisons.
Sean chose to break through the weakest point in the defenses—a dilapidated tower where neither Dementors were stationed nor guards patrolled.
After hovering briefly above Azkaban, Sean quickly descended and chose a window in the tower as his entry point. The iron bars of the window were rusty, as if it had been neglected for a long time.
The crow landed nimbly on the iron railing, its wings slightly folded, its sharp eyes scanning the interior. The dark corridor resembled a long, dark tunnel, filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, occasionally punctuated by the clanging of chains in the distance.
After confirming that the surroundings were safe, Sean chanted the spell again and returned to human form.
After donning the invisibility cloak he always carried, Sean silently slipped into the tower, his light footsteps echoing through the dark prison corridor.
As they moved forward, a cold wind blew through the gaps in the cells.
Just around the corner, Sean suddenly stopped, his gaze drawn to the blurry figure in the cell.
A faint light shone through the dimly lit cell window, illuminating a slender and frail body inside.
That was Bella Lestrange, and also his target for this mission.
The once proud and arrogant witch is now in a deep slumber.
She lay there quietly, her legs slightly curled up, her long black hair scattered messily on the stone ground, a few strands clinging to her pale cheeks, making her look haggard and fragile.
They found the mission target so easily?
Sean was somewhat incredulous.
In fact, he had already prepared himself to outwit and outmaneuver the Dementors before he came here.
Sean approached Bella quietly, his footsteps so light they barely made a sound.
The air in the cell was icy cold, filled with dampness and the smell of decay, but none of this distracted him.
His gaze remained fixed on Bella, who lay there motionless, lost in a deep, unconscious sleep.
Her chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing was long and even, and she seemed completely unaware of Sean's approach.
Sean held his breath, crouched down, and carefully observed her facial expression. After confirming that she showed no signs of waking up, he took out a small pill from his pocket.
That was a sedative he had carefully prepared, which would ensure that Bella remained quiet and unconscious during the escape, and that her actions would not be affected by intense emotional fluctuations or sudden awakening.
He gently parted Bella's lips with his fingers, placed the pill in her mouth, and then quickly closed it again.
When the pill touched Bella's tongue, her body twitched slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.
Sean breathed a slight sigh of relief, knowing the medication was starting to take effect. As the effects spread, her breathing became slower and more even, and her whole body relaxed...
Not far away, in a corner hidden in the shadows, two pairs of sharp eyes were watching every detail unfolding before them without blinking.
"So, you invited Bella for drinks not out of pity or kindness, but to get her drunk?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, carefully choosing his words, and turned to look at Sean.
Sean nodded, his gaze still fixed on Sean and Bella.
"So, you knocked those Dementors unconscious not to study their anatomy, but to incapacitate them?"
Sean didn't speak, but nodded again.
"So, you used magic to create soundproofing and hid our cell with a spell similar to the 'Loyalty Charm' not so you could sing?"
Before Sean could even nod, Sirius's next question came right off the bat.
"You put Bella there and did everything just so that guy could take Bella away from Azkaban, am I right?" Sirius's voice grew colder.
This time, Sean didn't nod.
He pulled his gaze away from Sean and Bella and turned to look at Sirius beside him.
"You guessed right, Blake," Sean said casually. "Would you like some candy as a reward? Maybe some candy will help you calm down and watch the show."
Sirius's expression changed instantly upon hearing this. He growled angrily in a low voice, "In the plan? Huck, do you know what you're doing?"
"The people you're helping now aren't innocent victims; Bella Lestrange is a madwoman!"
"Do you really think letting her escape won't cause even more chaos? Or do you want to become one of them?" Sirius's tone was full of anger, especially when he thought about Bella and what she had done in the past.
"I know what I'm doing," Sean replied calmly, as always.
Sirius was still furious, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if scrutinizing every subtle expression and movement of Sean.
Bella's past misdeeds were deeply etched in his memory, and the fanatical Death Eater never showed a trace of remorse.
The thought of her possibly returning to the Death Eater family made Sirius even more uneasy.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Sirius practically spat out the words. "You're playing with fire, Huck! Bella isn't an ordinary wizard; she'll seize any opportunity, even the slightest lapse in concentration, to unleash a catastrophe."
Upon hearing Sirius's warning, Sean frowned slightly.
He rolled his eyes impatiently, finding Sirius's voice as a persistent, distracting buzz.
He suppressed his emotions, remained calm, and tried his best to focus on the situation at hand. However, Sirius clearly had no intention of stopping there, and he continued to talk incessantly in Sean's ear.
"You have no idea what Bella is!" Sirius's anger was growing increasingly uncontrollable. He almost gritted his teeth as he said, "You have no idea how dangerous she is! You really think you can control this? Huck, you're playing with fire! And you're not even close to..."
"Enough, Blake." Sean finally interrupted him, his tone cold and threatening. "I don't need you to teach me how to do things."
Sirius's brow was furrowed, and anger seemed to emanate from every movement he made.
He grabbed Sean's shoulders with both hands and tried to forcefully pull Sean towards himself.
However, Sean was prepared for all of this and didn't care at all.
Just as Sirius attempted to exert force, Sean merely raised his hand and delivered a punch straight to Sirius's chest.
The punch was fast and accurate, with great force, striking Sirius's ribs precisely, as if steel were colliding with it.
With a muffled thud, Sirius Black fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut. He lost his balance, stumbled a few steps, and finally crashed heavily into the wall before sliding helplessly to the ground, his arms hanging limply at his sides.
He was panting heavily, and the pain and resentment in his eyes were instantly revealed.
Although Sean's attack wasn't fatal, it was incredibly precise and completely disrupted Sirius's ability to fight back.
Sean stared coldly at Sirius lying on the side, his eyes devoid of any emotion. He slowly stepped forward, looking down at Sirius with an icy, contemptuous tone.
"Have I been too kind to you these past few days, causing you to misunderstand my identity?" His voice held a hint of mockery. "Who do you think you are, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic? Don't forget, this is Azkaban, I am a prisoner, and you are a prisoner now."
Sean paused, his gaze sweeping over Sirius's limp body with a hint of disdain. He clicked his tongue lightly, his tone mocking: "Besides, in your current state, you couldn't even kill a chicken."
Sirius gritted his teeth and tried to get up again, but Sean's punch had left him unable to recover his strength quickly.
Despite his rapid breathing, he glared at Sean, his eyes still showing no sign of giving up.
"You always let these emotions bind you, thinking that anger and justice can solve everything," Sean continued, his tone coldly lecturing. "But this isn't a game for you, Blake. You're too emotional."
With that, he raised his wand and aimed it at Sirius.
"Forget all that, Bigfoot," Sean said coldly, the tip of his wand glowing faintly, an invisible force gathering in the air. "Perhaps—you'll have a good dream tonight."
Meeting Sirius's astonished gaze, Sean uttered a clear and powerful incantation: "Forget everything!"
A soft white light shot out from the tip of the wand and struck Sirius Black's forehead.
Sirius's eyes instantly became dazed, and his originally angry gaze gradually lost focus. He slowly slumped to the side, leaning against the cold wall, and passed out.
While Sean was helping Sirius with his insomnia, he had already left the cell with Bella in the distance.
As Sean and Bella walked away into the distance, a sense of silence echoed through the dimly lit prison corridor.
Sean stopped in his tracks, his gaze following the two figures disappearing into the shadows, his eyes showing no emotion.
The mission is complete.
In the magical world, there has never been a savior.
The only person who can help you is your future self.
Sean thought for a moment, then stood in the center of the cell, looked around, and confirmed that there were no traces left behind.
He did not rush to leave, but calmly pulled up his cloak, hiding his face in the dark shadows.
Sean stepped out of the cell with light and steady steps. He strolled through the terrifying building as if no one was there, each step seemingly effortless.
With no threat from Dementors and no obstruction from jailers, the entire city of Azkaban seemed to ignore his existence.
His figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness, as if he had never truly belonged to this place.
As I stepped out of Azkaban, the cold sea wind hit me in the face, carrying a biting chill.
Azkaban stood silently on the turbulent sea as always, like an ancient beast, quietly guarding its prisoners in the darkness.
Sean stood at the edge of the prison, glanced back at the cold tower, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Goodbye, Azkaban," he murmured, his voice carried away by the wind.
Then he turned and disappeared into the vast darkness and the raging wind. Azkaban had never trapped him, nor would he ever keep him.