"Everything seems unreal to me." He began saying, with a sigh. His gaze was vacant and crossed the room with sadness. "I can't sleep. I always send owls to Potter, but he doesn’t have much news. He caught an elder witch killing mice in her shop in Knockturn Alley, but that's all." And he took a big drink, preparing to talk about something clearly important to him. "He can't confirm anything about the Azkaban escape. I got the impression he didn't know anything about it."