<h4>Chapter 190: Betrix Lestrange.</h4>
"You don''t know who I am?"
The deranged witch showed her teeth in a psychotic grin, looking through the tousled, crumpled hair that covered half of her eyes to Drac, who was walking slowly down the cramped stairway.
"Why would I know who you are?" Drac looked over at her with interest, quirking the corners of his mouth, "Do you think you''re famous?"
"How boring, so you''re not from the Ministry of Magic." The witch''s nervous smile withdrew very abruptly, and then she cried out, grumbling, "It''s so boring, I thought that idiot Fudge had been made to step down by that cousin of mine."
"Oh? Is Sirius ck your cousin?"
Drac stepped forward, and was about to lean smoothly against the grate where the witch was being held, but silently dismissed the idea when he saw the patches of rust on the grate.
"If so, then I might actually know who you are." He continued.
Drac had once seen the tapestry that recorded the family tree within the Breck family home, and with a memory as good as his, recalling the specifics of the tapestry wouldn''t be much of a problem.
If this witch was Sirius ck''s cousin, and Regulus was Sirius'' biological brother, then she was likewise Regulus'' cousin.
Regulus had once introduced Drac to that family tree, and he had a biological brother, and three cousins-
Andromeda ke, who had married a Muggle-born wizard, so much so that she had been removed from the family tree by the kes; Narcissa ke, who had married Lucius Malfoy; and Betrix ke, who had married into the Lestrange family.
Andromeda ke didn''t care about the idea of pureblood, which Voldemort valued above all else, and obviously couldn''t be a ten-eyed Death Eater imprisoned inside Azkaban;
Drac knew Lucius fairly well enough to know that he and his wife were fine, and Draco Malfoy didn''t have a mother imprisoned in Azkaban, so this crazy witch obviously couldn''t be Narcissa ke either;
The result then was obvious, the witch was Betrix ke, or Betrix Lestrange, who had married into the Lestrange family.
"Betrix Lysistrangi, am I right?" Drac said softly.
The mad witch leaned against a pile of dirty haystacks and looked at Drac with eyes full of newfound interest, a maniacal grin on her lips.
"It seems you really aren''t one of those boring officials from the Ministry of Magic." She said with a smirk, "So, does this handsome gentleman have anything interesting for us boring people?"
"Or do you want to save us as a credit for defecting to the Dark Lord-sama?"
Speaking of this, an expression of extreme fervor suddenly appeared on Betrix''s face, "I can feel it, my master has never been far away from us! You - it''s you! As long as you save us people and send us to our master''s side, you will be reused!"
"Since you were able to bypass the Ministry of Magic''s surveince and enter Azkaban, you must be a wizard of some skill as well." Be''s expression abruptly calmed again, gazing deeply into Drac''s eyes.
"Come on, this gentleman, it''s time for you to make your choice ..."
As if the seventh floor of Azkaban was awakened by the sound of Be''s words, the Death Eaters in the other cells also turned their gazes to Drac''s position, and some of them who were in a slightly better state even started to cajole.
"Kid, hurry up and let us out, Lord Dark Lord won''t treat you badly!" An ugly-faced male witch yelled.
"Carlo, be quiet!" Another somewhat aged male wizard shouted in a hoarse voice, "In case you make this gentleman angry because of your uneducated fellow, from so much so that it buries our chances to leave the prison, see how I''m going to punish you!"
"Mulciber, how do you know that this boy will be able to get us out?" Another witch shouted, "What if he''s just a pretender, specting and blending in?"
"I''m looking out for our freedom! You ..."
The prisoners inside the seventh level of the prison quickly bickered.
It was obvious that they really hadn''t been overly affected by the dementors much, and most of them still had the strength to speak, and argued quite vigorously.
But neither Drac nor Betrix had those raucous quarrels, instead sizing each other up with interest.
"Made a decision?" Be grimaced.
Dracughed softly at the disy of the mad witch before him.
"Before I say my choice, there is one piece of news I kinda want to tell you guys." A teasing glint shed in his eyes.
Be seemed a little upset when she didn''t hear the answer she was looking for, and the upturned corners of her mouth dropped back down, her demeanor bing listless.
"Tell me about it." She said airily.
"The news I have to say has to do with your Lord Dark Lord." Drac said slowly.
Be''s eyes widened menacingly and she looked up menacingly at Drac.
It was as if a regal light was radiating from her eyes, and her eyes were so bright that it was as if she was going to cry out nervously the next moment.
"Quickly! Quickly--" screamed Be.
"Heh heh heh ... Well, you''ll have to listen up." Drac''s mouth curled up in an intriguing smile, and he said word for word, "Your Lord Dark Lord ... is indeed not dead!"
The air on the seventh floor of Azkaban suddenly quieted down, and the entire space seemed to freeze.
Those Death Eaters who were originally still viciously quarreling and wantonly venting their depressed emotions suddenly stopped, a hundred expressions were frozen on their faces, and then, incredulously, they turned their heads to look at Drac.
Be''s performance was the most frightening.
It was as if the ten years of prison life hadn''t had any effect on her physical fitness, as she jumped up from the haystack in one go and rushed over to the cell''s grille, gripping the rust-covered metal grille with a frenzied light in her eyes.
"Are you sure this news is true?" Be gritted her teeth, ring dead at Drac, who seemed to be roaming outside the grate.
"Of course." Drac said with a smirk, "And I don''t have to lie to you guys, do I?"
"Hahahahahahaha ... I knew it!" Betrix threw back her head andughed madly, "I knew the Dark Lord wouldn''t leave us so easily! Hahahahahahahahaha ..."
The other Death Eaters were first somewhat incredulous, then also revealed ecstatic looks one after another, and some Death Eaters also had a longing for freedom that hadn''t appeared in their eyes for a long time.
These Death Eaters who were locked up in Azkaban were Voldemort''s most die-hard loyal followers, all of them were convinced by Voldemort''s personal powerful strength and tough attitude, and were willing to sacrifice their lives for him.
When they heard the news that Voldemort was still alive, they all felt a kind of heartfelt joy. At the same time, they firmly believed that their master would not abandon them and would one day free them from this dark prison!
"We are saved!" Hardcore Death Eater, Amicus Carlo clenched his fists fast, "Lord Dark Lord will not forget us, his most loyal servants, when he regains his power, he will definitelye to rescue us!"
Drac watched their performance and hooked up the corners of his mouth in a somewhat more exaggerated arc.
"That''s right, your master has indeed not abandoned you." He said pleasantly, "The Dark Lord had just regained some of his power, and the first thing he thought of was to fish you out of Azkaban."
Hearing Drac''s words, Be suddenly loosened her grip on the grill and fell to her knees at once.
"Oooooo... master, how can I repay your favor?" She covered her face with her hands and whimpered with hot tears, "Master really hasn''t forgotten me ..."
With that, she suddenly raised her head again and lifted her face from among her hands.
"Could you be the one that master sent to save us?"
With tears streaming down her face, Be looked at Drac. Her face was stained with rust from the hands that had just gripped the rusty grill, and it became a bit grim as the two lines of tears were wiped away.
"Well ... allow me to sell it." Dracughed softly, changing the subject without a trace "I have one more question I''d like to ask you guys-"
"I want to know, did any of you see how Sirius ck escaped from Azkaban?"
By this time, the Death Eaters, who had been locked up in the prison of Azkaban for years and had long lost their hope for freedom, had already regarded Drac, who had brought the good news, as a beam of light in the middle of their dark lives, and had almost obeyed him and believed everything he said.
The first time Drac asked a question, some Death Eaters began to rush to answer.
"Sir, I live right across the street from Sirius ck, and I''m definitely the one who has the best view." Two steps inside the jail cell there was a male wizard who blurted out to Drac, "I saw Sirius ck lying in bed one night, and the next day he was gone."
"It''s almost as if he disappeared out of thin air, I didn''t notice anything out of ce over there at all."
"You mean you didn''t see what method he used to leave Azkaban, right?" Drac asked, frowning.
"Not at all." The boy wizard said, "By the way, sir, why are you concerned about Sirius ck, is something wrong with this?"
"No, nothing is wrong." Drac slowly shook his head and turned his head to look at the others, "This is still a bit strange ... Have the others seen the way that Bleeker disappeared?"
The other Death Eaters also shook their heads, none of them had discovered the method Sirius ck used to leave Azkaban.
"Could he have disappeared into thin air?" Drac stood inside the cell where Sirius ck had originally been and frowned as he surveyed the various furnishings inside.
A ragged wooden bed, a haystack made of hay, and a dinner te used to pass food that was rotted with arge seam.
The furnishings inside were no different from the other cells, and the grills and walls of the cell showed no signs of damage, as if Sirius ck had really just disappeared out of thin air from inside this cell.
If it was a wizard with a wand, it would have been fine: use the Phantom Shift to leave; use the Unlock spell to unlock the door and then lock it again when youe out; use the Cut spell to slice through the grill, and then use the Repair spell to restore it when youe out.... It''s not a problem if you have magic in your hand.
But it''s different in Azkaban, where there is not only the Anti-Phantom Shift spell that spreads over the entire ind, but also the Ancient Runic Formation that eliminates magic.
Also, none of the prisoners here had wands, plus their spirits would be stirred up by the Dementors and they would be dizzy.
Obviously, there was not a single shred of possibility of magic being cast by these prisoners!
So, how did Sirius ck leave from inside the cell?
Drac was caught in the middle of his thoughts.
"This gentleman, what do you care so much about an outsider like Sirius?" Just then, a Death Eater suddenly spoke up and asked.
"An outsider?" Drac froze for a moment.
"Yeah, if he hadn''t been imprisoned, I never would have known that the Death Eaters had such a character in their ranks." Death Eaters all but muttered, "And he was pretty bad with us before he was locked in, after all, he was still a member of the Order of the Phoenix back in the day."
"He was a member of the Order of the Phoenix too?" Drac felt more and more that something wasn''t quite right.
A wizard who was recognized by Dumbledore and thus joined the Order of the Phoenix would throw himself into the camp of the Death Eaters after Voldemort''s fall, and also killed thirteen innocent people with a big change in personality ...
At that moment, Be''s voice rang out abruptly.
"Why are you still obsessing about Sirius?" She looked at Drac and asked with some impatience, "He''s an irrelevant outsider, get it? Hurry up and tell us, are you or are you not the one the Dark Lord Lord sent to rescue us?"
Be couldn''t wait to hear the good news about Voldemort from Drac.
"So anxious?" Drac snorted tantalizingly, "Well, in that case, I''ll tell you all about it-"
"To your dismay, I am not the rescuer he sent to free you." He said.
A look of disappointment crossed the Death Eaters'' faces.
"But ..." Drac said with a twist of words, "the Dark Lord himself, he came and wanted to free you all himself."
Hearing this, Be cried out menacingly once more, both hands wiping spots of mud and rust from her face.
"Speaking of which, you may be a little curious." Dracughed softly, "Since he has personally rushed to the rescue, why is it that a sorcerer as powerful as the Dark Lord has not yet seeded in storming Azkaban to get you all out?"
The Death Eaters present also froze.
Could it be that the Dark Lord''s strength was still far from restored, and he couldn''t even attack an Azkaban that didn''t have many Aurors stationed in it? Or had the Ministry of Magic strengthened Azkaban''s security force?
They looked to Drac for an answer.
"Because ... I don''t want him to get his way!"
Dracughed pleasantly.