Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 384: Prisoners of Azkaban
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In the mist, the three of them continued to move forward on the dangerous path. With the endless sound of the waves, the road never seemed to end.
This does not only mean physical, but also in the spiritual world.
Ivan feels like it is moving forward on a road destined for no end.
Negative emotions such as depression, fear, and despair came with the pressure of the fog, and wanted to get into his body.
He remembered that he had encountered horrid monsters with holes in his head before in Centaur tribe. The illusion created by them was the same, which could make people lost.
Waiting for them in front will be the monster ’s huge fangs with fangs.
I think I have found a way to escape from the mist, and I have n’t had time to rejoice, I found myself already a food in the mouth of the monster, hoping to become despair in an instant.
Is n’t it the same now? Will it be waiting for them in the front ...
They are not going to Azkaban, they are dying!
Ivan took a deep breath to clear himself up, but the cold mist mixed with the smell of dementor(s) made him feel very sick.
He must say something in order to disperse the growing panic around him.
"Nothing can be seen here, what does the main building of Azkaban look like?" Ivan felt that his voice did not belong to him, and sounded from afar.
"It's a huge castle similar to the main building of Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice floated from the front. "There are rumors that Salazar · Slytherin built Azkaban. He imitated the appearance of Hogwarts castle."
It was another moment of silence. When Ivan wanted to say something more, I suddenly heard a woman ’s song ringing in the mist, and I could n’t tell from which direction it came.
The singing is very beautiful, like the sound of nature, with a touch of sadness.
Ivan stopped and listened stunned. He had never heard such a nice song. There was a thought in his mind. He wanted to stand here and listen.
Time passes slowly, maybe a few seconds, or centuries.
Ivan suddenly felt a pain in his right leg. He awoke and saw that the huge black dog turned into Sirius was biting his trousers and dragging him forward.
"What is this song?" Ivan murmured.
“It ’s Siren, they ’re the only creatures here that do n’t fear dementor(s).” Dumbledore explained, “In ancient times, banshees often lay on the reefs of the deep sea, tempting passing seafarers with their singing, causing the ship to hit the reef and sink. They feed on the crew ’s body. "
Ivan remembered this horrifying magical creature, he had read it in the book before.
The ugly-looking Siren will make a beautiful song to seduce the passing ships. Ivan used to be based on imagination. Today, it is really real.
The method to deal with Siren is also very simple, as long as a closed ear plug curse is enough, their bodies similar to the murloc have little attack power.
At the end of the path, a dementor(s) in a black cloak appeared in front of them.
Its body smells rotten, and its scab palms stretch out slowly.
It breathes hard, but because of the Patronus curse, it can't breathe anything.
This makes dementor(s) very dissatisfied, it slams forward, and the tattered cloak is dragged behind like a black mist, making a loud jittering sound.
Almost at the same time, Dumbledore's Patronus Phoenix is facing forward.
dementor(s) went back, and it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.
Under the cold light blue eyes of the old wizard(s), Ivan clearly felt that this dementor(s) was afraid.
"We have permission from the Ministry of Magic, come here to visit Pettigrew Peter!" Dumbledore said quietly, without any emotion in his voice.
dementor(s) slowly retreated, and finally disappeared into the endless dense fog.
"Come on, they allow us to go in!" Dumbledore said.
They walked into the building in front, it was dark inside.
Obviously, dementor(s)s do not need torches or the like to illuminate, nor do they plan to prepare prisoners for this thing.
The surrounding temperature has dropped a little bit. Even with the help of Patronus, Ivan could n’t help feeling cold. The dark building seemed to be an ice bank.
They are like giant mouths that go into monsters and bite people, and go deep into hell.
The faint fluorescence of the wand's tip sways in the dark and seems to be extinguished at any time.
There are no guards on the ground floor, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor have been converted into prisons.
Through the railing, Ivan saw that many strange creatures were held inside, but none of them were human wizard(s).
In a huge room, seven large Trolls sit side by side.
They sat on the ground with dull eyes and looked at the ceiling with their eyes open, without any slight anger, regardless of the passing Ivan and others.
Only the undulating skin on the chest proves that they are still alive.
"As one of the most evil creatures on earth, dementor(s)s feed on peace, hope and happiness in the surrounding air!" Dumbledore stopped and said slowly, "There are too many dementor(s)s in Azkaban, They are distributed throughout the island, and the number continues to increase. The prisoners held here alone cannot satisfy them. the Ministry of Magic has to regularly transport other creatures here as food for these monsters. "
Looking at the few Troll in front of them, Ivan is sad for their fate.
Too close to dementor(s), any good feelings, any happy memories are sucked away by them.
They have gathered here for a long time, like parasites, feeding on the happiness of other creatures in this building, and living on them.
They are sucking souls a little bit. The ultimate destiny of these Troll is to become walking dead, no soul and evil, only fear follows.
Go on, all creatures imprisoned in the surrounding rooms.
The second and third layers are similar to the bottom layer and are filled with a lot of non-human magical creature(s).
They are all lifeless, and some are just desperate for life and craving for death.
Do n’t say for ten years, Ivan feels that as long as he is kept here for a day, he may not be able to be driven into madness, and driven into madness by the invisible oppression in the air.
On the fourth floor, human wizard's figures began to appear in the cells on both sides of the corridor.
Some of them, like the Troll downstairs, looked helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, where there was the only light in the darkness.
From time to time, dementor(s)s flew in droves in thick fog outside.
In addition to being in a daze, the rest lay on the iron bed of the rusty Scabbers and forced themselves to sleep. It seemed that as long as they fell into a deep sleep, they could escape everything in front of them.
But from time to time screaming, it is conceivable that they are having nightmares. (To be continued.)