I don't know how much time has passed.

Another awakening that was worse than death.

Du Wei opened his eyes, like a wriggling maggot, and struggled a little.

"How do I leave Azkaban?"

Du Wei didn't know.

He didn't even know how many days he had spent in the castle and how many times he had been absorbed by the dementors.

In the old castle of Azkaban, there are no door locks or prisons, and everyone can move freely.

As long as you are not afraid of encountering a hungry dementor when you move freely, you can run around and try your luck.

In the castle, everyone was huddled in the corner like a baby, trying to look inconspicuous and praying that they would not be discovered by the dementors.

It's a pity that dementors don't observe living things with their eyes. They are blind, and there is only happiness in their eyes.

In the castle, the time the dementors devour happiness is not fixed.

They, these felons, belong to the dementors' buffet.

The ruins of this ancient castle reveal a sense of despair from top to bottom.

The deeper you go, the more dementors there are.

The number of heavy-duty prisoners is also increasing.

Even the number of corpses is greater.

After a small number of people die, they are taken out by dementors and buried in the cemetery.

For most people, no one cares about their stinking corpses.

Many people here chose to go on hunger strike and die.

Endless pain is more terrible than death.

Du Wei did not.

Innocence and getting out of Azkaban were not pleasant thoughts.

In this way, these two things were firmly remembered by Du Wei and were not devoured by the dementors. Instead, the beautiful memories were absorbed and taken away from the memory by the dementors, making them more clear.

Vicious hatred, like beautiful feelings, will ferment over time and become more intense.

The more time he spent in Azkaban, the more he hated the Dementors, the Death Eaters, the Ministry of Magic, and the roots of dark magic.

He ate numbly, just for a vague feeling.

"I can definitely leave Azkaban!"

Here, he forgot that he was a time traveler.

In the confusion, I don’t know how many years have passed.

Today, which is not a special day, Du Wei heard a voice coming from his ear.

"Ding dong."

He didn't move, huddled on the ground, above the broken castle, the sun shining on him made him feel a little happy.

It must be noon.

Soon, the dementors will smell the smell of happiness, follow him, and suck out the little happiness he has.

Almost all the happiness in his memory was absorbed by the dementors.

Lying on the ground, Du Wei tried his best to finally see the panel that appeared in front of him and tried to understand it.

He has a glimmer of happiness and hope again!

"This is my golden finger and my chance to get out of here."

He didn't even want to think about how Goldfinger appeared.

He just wants it to appear!

Just to leave.

[User: Dewey Jones (pseudonym)

Cards learned: None

Title: None

Magic value: 10

Magic Essence:0

Duel point: 0]

Du Wei recognized these two simple lines for a long time. It took him a few minutes to understand that this was a card system.

He had almost forgotten what "Goldfinger" was and how to spell it.

"Card? What is the card? What should I do?"

He found the question mark on the panel, and after clicking it, he suddenly became excited.

He understood how to use the golden finger!

This card system is similar to Magic Awakening, but the acquisition of cards here requires him to "fight".

If you damage the enemy during battle, the enemy will randomly drop cards.

The cards dropped by the enemy are related to the frequency of their daily use.

The dropped cards can be learned to cast spells without a wand. Of course, if a wand is used, it will consume less mana.

As for magic essence and duel points, he doesn't care how to obtain them.

He took two glances and knew that neither of them would do anything to improve his current situation.

What he wants is a card, a card that can leave here!

"God favors you."

At this moment, Du Wei thought of a way to leave here!

He curled up tightly and used the sharp stone at hand to carve words on the ground.

When he was carving a name, a dementor not far from here floated over.

He smelled joy.

He is about to start dinner.

Looking at Du Wei lying on the ground, he used his face that could not be seen clearly to suck Du Wei deeply.

At this moment, Du Wei felt that his memory and happiness were far away from him.

He hugged himself tightly and fainted.

After the dementors are full, they float out of here.

When I woke up again, it was already evening.

The patron saint of beaters outside came in with food.

Du Wei mechanically stretched out his hand, ate the food, drank the water, and then saw the name on the ground.

A scrawled name.

"Blake."

Sirius Black.

Looking at the name on the ground, Du Wei's mind seemed to be flooded, and he started to think about it.

He knew that his hope of leaving Azkaban lay with the owner of this name.

This is also his only chance.

Within three centuries, two people had escaped from Azkaban.

One is little Barty, who was replaced by his mother.

Due to his official duties, Old Barty used Polyjuice Potion to replace his son with his seriously ill wife.

Dementors don't recognize human faces.

They could only notice that a healthy person (Old Barty) came in with a dying person (Little Barty's mother), and then the healthy person left with a dying person (Little Barty).

The old mother who was seriously ill was replaced by a crazy Death Eater.

There is another one, Sirius Black.

He left because of magic.

He is an Animagus who is not registered with the Ministry of Magic.

Animagus is the name people give to wizards who can transform into animals. After transforming into an Animagus, the dementors only see an animal.
To be continued...