Voices suddenly rose in the men's ward.
The criminals were gathered in a circle in the middle of the garden, some were swearing and some were shaking their fists in the air.
And they were all shouting a name together.
"Potter! Potter!"
Two prisoners were fighting in the space right in the middle of this circle. One of them was Potter. His muscular body was bare.
His long hair and beard were covered in sweat.
There was a little redness on his lip, but other than that he was in pretty good shape.
The tattooed man in front of him was as muscular as him, but he was already done.
While the man protected his face with his fist in the air, other prisoners were pushing each other to watch this delicious show.
Harry took one look at the prisoners' foolish excitement and took two broad steps back.
Meanwhile a small, gray-haired man approached him. And whispered in his ear: "There's news! Singapore... reduced to ashes."
He had a wheezy, funny voice.
At that moment, the angry prisoner was swinging his fist towards Harry. Harry dodged her punch professionally and grinned.
"What do you say, Knife, should we end this fight here?"
"Are you crazy!" cried the man. "I'm going to beat the crap out of you, kid!"
Harry he bent his neck to the side and said, "They'll be coming to see me soon. I want to appear in front of my cousin washed. For this reason-"
The man did not let him finish his words. He was running towards him angrily.
Harry looked at him boredly and tried to guess the man's weakest point.
There were obvious stitch marks on his right breast.
It would be foolish not to realize that he was once stabbed from there.
He clenched his fist and stepped between the man's large body.
He slammed his fist into the stitch marks as hard as he could. And…
The big man was thrown backwards in pain for a moment.
Harry stared blankly at him as the prisoners went wild with pleasure.
Harry turned to the white haired boy.
"Today is a beautiful day." And then he moved through the crowd and headed inside.
The inmates continued to cheer him on from behind, but he didn't stop. He entered the dining hall with wide steps and calmly walked in front of the television.
A young reporter was talking about the events that took place in Singapore in the morning. Harry just listened. His eyes were like a pair of embers.
The prisoners were also slowly entering, but such events were not important to them; Nothing that happened outside was any of their business.
That's why few wondered what happened in Singapore.
Harry had a dangerous look in his eyes as he looked at the still unextinguished fire that the camera showed.
And... it started.
"Dear viewers, the fire has been going on for hours. The fire crews are very confused, they have been trying to extinguish the fire since the morning, but..."
Harry turned around and walked towards the stairs. There was little time left for the meeting he had been waiting for.
Just half an hour later Daisy was in front of him.
"How did you know…" she muttered. "How did you know this would happen, Harry?"
It was just after ten o'clock. Harry knew that Daisy would come to France without delay.
They were sitting opposite each other in a room with large windows.
But this time Happy Daisy was not alone, Dante Legolas was sitting right across from Harry.
Harry was not pleased to see Legolas. Legolas was also a prisoner. An ex-convict. And the way he looked at him…it was like he was reading her mind.
"Somehow I knew."
"Harry… You told me months ago!" Daisy was impatient.
"And you didn't believe it either." said Harry. "However, you should have done something when the Singapore festivals started."
"How did you get the idea that you didn't do it?" said Daisy grumpily. And continued:
"I did. More precisely, I tried. But everyone thought you lied to get out of Azkaban."
" Lie?" said Harry, laughing slightly. "We're talking about my freedom. Do you think I would lie?"
The young woman's patience had run out. She slammed her hand on the table and stood up. Then she took a deep breath.
"Ok." she said. "If you tell me who you got the intelligence from… I can talk to someone about your situation."
Harry sneered. "Impossible."
"Harry-"
"I want to get out of here." said Harry. "Take me out and I will give you the Criminals of History. It's that simple."
Legolas was silent. But there was a soft expression in his eyes.
"Harry…they've already done so much for you." said Daisy. "You were transferred here from Azkaban. You live in humane conditions, there are many privileges."
"Oh, please." said Harry impatiently. "If you want, let's not talk about France at all. Do you think dear Fudge sent me here? If you expect me to believe that, you must also believe that I am a fool."
"They won't!" said Daisy, biting her lip. "They won't release you."
"But they left him." said Harry with a boyish smile. He was looking at Legolas.
"It's not the same-"
"Same thing, Daisy." said Legolas suddenly. He also had a childish expression on his face.
"Legolas, I thought you came to help me."
"Oh, right? But I never said anything like that."
Legolas raised his arms and looked guiltily at Daisy.
Harry laughed lightly and stood up.
"I don't think you should waste too much time here. While you're in Paris, do some exploring. I'm sure Daisy never has time for flirting."
As Harry left, Daisy felt like she was going crazy.
"HARRY!"
"Calm down." murmured Legolas. "You already knew this was going to happen."
"But-"
Harry was just walking out the door when he turned and looked at Daisy.
His voice sounded serious and threatening. "By the way, Daisy… Don't be surprised if something like this happens again in just a few weeks…"