Chapter 385 Death Eaters
Evan seemed to hear a voice, a voice lost in his mind echoing softly.
"Fear is the only thing on this island!"
He shook his head and hurried to follow Dumbledore and Sirius.
It was not a good omen to suddenly hear the voice of that evil god in this place.
"That guy there is Rabastan Lestrange!" said Sirius after returning to his human form. "Along with Barty Crouch Jr., he was sentenced to life imprisonment for using the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottom couple. I didn't expect him to still be alive. He doesn't look so strong, does he?"
Rabastan Lestrange, a gaunt and pale man, turned his head to look at them, emotionless in his eyes.
"All the prisoners are like that. He's still fine. In fact, he retains his consciousness. It's really surprising. In my impression, he's just a coward!" Sirius said disdainfully. "But he's done many bad things, many crimes..."
Evan gazed at Lestrange for a moment, and the voice that had just disappeared from his mind reappeared.
"The ancient Azkaban is filled with countless cruel and horrible crimes, far beyond your imagination."
Before him, Sirius stopped in another room.
"Let's see who this is, Antonin Dolohov!" Sirius's tone was marked by hatred. "He's the most loyal Death Eater. He went to Voldemort to learn deeper and crueler magics. He's cruel and enjoys torturing Muggles!"
In the room, Evan saw a burly man with large arms lying on the bed.
He had dark brown hair and a long, pale, twisted face. Long-term malnutrition did not erase the cruelty and ferocity from his face.
"He was the first Death Eater to follow Voldemort. According to the news we later received, he personally tortured and killed countless Muggles and Voldemort's opponents." Sirius said gravely, "Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, lost her two brothers, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, at his hands."
Evan advanced and wanted to see what Dolohov looked like.
He also knew that this man killed Lupin in the final battle of the original story.
Antonin Dolohov didn't move, nor did he look at the three people standing in the doorway of his room.
He remained asleep, dreaming some unknown dream, and his face occasionally showed a cruel smile.
But he immediately screamed, and the dream turned into a nightmare instantly.
"You can't escape the fear that Dementors bring. Sleeping only makes things worse because you will see countless illusions in your dreams, facing fear itself."
Evan heard Sirius's explanation, but the voice in his mind had another way of saying it.
"Sleep will give you peace; madness and despair roam outside your dream."
In the silence of darkness, only the footsteps of the three echoed.
They climbed another floor, and Sirius stopped again in front of an empty cell near the stairs, with a pained expression on his face.
"I've been in this room for thirteen years," Sirius pointed to the slightly larger space between the two railings and said, "Fudge gave me a newspaper on his last regular visit to Azkaban, where I found out that Peter Pettigrew was still alive. At that time, I was very thin, like a paper, and I fell straight here."
The black railings were stained with blood. The Ministry of Magic and the Dementors could never have imagined that someone would escape in this manner.
"The most terrible thing about Azkaban is the hopelessness caused by the Dementors themselves. The vast majority of people can't even withstand a few days; their spirit breaks. The only thought is death!" Sirius said, "I also thought about death. If it hadn't been for my conviction that I was innocent, I would have collapsed in terror, like everyone else."
Evan nodded, and the deep voice resonated once again in his mind in silence.
"Crime and disaster will not end with death, and the deceased will not rest forever."
He looked around, and there was no one closer to him except Dumbledore and Sirius. He did not know who was speaking, or perhaps it was the darkness itself.
Not far away, in a cell, there was a female prisoner.
"She is my dear cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange," simply commented Sirius, "A madwoman who bites people!"
Bellatrix seemed to have heard Sirius's words, and suddenly she hurled herself towards the iron bars, emitting a wild laugh that sounded chilling.
Evan had seen her picture in the ancient Black family house. Bellatrix had shiny dark hair and bright eyes, but over a decade of imprisonment in Azkaban had left her with a worn face and eyes filled with madness.
"Like my dear mother and the rest of the Black family, she is the most loyal defender of pureblood lineage," Sirius looked at Bellatrix and added, "prejudiced against half-blood wizards and Muggles. That was all the rage when I was in school."
"SIRIUS!" Bellatrix had not completely lost her mind like the others, at least she could speak, shouted loudly, "BLACK TRAITOR, YOU HAVE TAINTED THE GLORY!"
Her voice was hoarse and rough, sounding uncomfortable.
"Shut up, I didn't ask you to teach me what to do!" exclaimed Sirius. "I'm outside and you're inside. That says it all."
"I WILL GET OUT. I WILL KILL YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS, I SWEAR!" Bellatrix licked her lips and laughed frantically in a sharp voice.
It was evident that she was speaking to Sirius, but her eyes looked Evan up and down.
This made Evan feel very uncomfortable. It seemed like she had remembered him, which, like that voice, boded no good.
"Come on, I've lost patience to argue with this lunatic," Sirius said irritably. "We haven't seen each other in a long time, but she's just as annoying as ever, just like my late mother."
Sirius pulled Evan forward, and Bellatrix continued to laugh uncontrollably behind.
Perhaps due to his interruption, the strange voice that kept appearing repeatedly in Evan's mind did not manifest this time, which relieved him a little.
Maybe it simply vanished, and it was all an illusion of his own.
"She is closer to Voldemort than any other Death Eater. She has received more magic from him than the others. That may be why she remains rational, but she is insane. Whether she's rational or not doesn't matter," Sirius commented as he walked. "Think about it, if all parents and relatives are like that, who can endure it?"