Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 137: Azkaban Wizarding Prison

　　Maca accepted the handover from the prisoner of the Ministry of Magic and the Azkaban Dementor in silence.

　　 It can be seen that the two prison guards of the Ministry of Magic were trembling slightly when facing the dementors. Even they do not often come into contact with these monsters.

　　After the required handover process was completed quickly, they left without looking back using the door key.

　　Maca is standing next to the dementors. He can feel that after the last "Mystery Crystal" incident, the dementors can already sense him. It's just that this kind of induction is still very weak, making those monsters a little lacking in interest.

　　Maca glanced at them casually, and then took the initiative to walk towards the strange blackstone fortress on the island with a steady pace.

　　According to relevant information, the last owner of this fortress was an evil wizard named "Extis". After his death, all the hidden curses on the island failed, and this was discovered by the Ministry of Magic.

　　 As for who built this place in the first place, no one knows.

　　 is constantly advancing along a path that is also paved with black rocks, and dementors seem to be everywhere, they seem to be wandering aimlessly and wandering around...

　　 Under the sun, I’m afraid I’ll never find a prison like Azkaban.

　　 Except for the aboriginal dementors who serve as prison guards, there are not too many things here to prevent criminals from escaping.

　　Even the iron gate of the Blackrock Fortress is completely hoisted.

　　"Are they so relieved of those dementors?" Maca turned around and looked at the monsters almost everywhere, "...well, maybe, it's really reassuring."

　　The increasingly stable magic world has brought about the daily life, convenience, and popularization of magic. This makes the wizard's combat power and the exploration of the magic world's mysteries continue to decline.

　　 For the vast majority of criminals, this is already an abyssal **** full of despair.

　　 After passing through the tall fortress gate, after passing a long deserted square, he walked into the area inside the fortress.

　　 This is the real prison that has been transformed by the Ministry of Magic.

　　 According to the process, Maca should have come here under the leadership of a dementor, and then be imprisoned in one of the prisons. But the Ministry of Magic would never have thought that Maca seemed to have reached his own territory here.

　　In the dark corridors of the fortress, dementors are still visible everywhere.

　　 But most of them just subconsciously "looked" at Maca, and then let him pass by.

　　 After going around randomly, Maca discovered that most of the prisons here were empty. Compared to this extremely grand fortress, there are very few prisoners held here.

　　 But when Maca passed a window sill behind the fortress, he saw the scene behind the castle.

　　 It was a wide cemetery. Tombstones were stuck on the ground, from the "back garden" near the castle to the edge of the woods in the distance.

　　The tombstones closest to the castle have even fallen down. They look old and dilapidated. People can't help but wonder how many years have passed there?

　　Maca continued to go up, but the more prisoners went up, the fewer prisoners, and almost all of them did not react to Maca's passing.

　　 They are all trying to get themselves to sleep, although this will always wake them up from nightmares, but it’s definitely better than watching one after another dementors pass by their prison door, it’s like queuing to fight. It's much better to smoke your own happiness like a meal!

　　 But when Maca passed a cell on the third floor, he saw an old witch whose eyes had not completely died.

　　 "Who...who are you? How..." The witch half-opened her eyes, her expression was a little sober in confusion, she intermittently said, "Are you... the visitor from the Ministry of Magic?"

　　Maca looked at her with interest, and shook her head after a while.

　　 "I am a prisoner just like you." He said, "Why, isn't your soul completely occupied by negative emotions?"

　　 "...Do you think I was... the first time... have you come in?" The old witch grinned and seemed to want to smile, but it was a very difficult thing for her to do. "Huh... I won't compromise because of... this."

　　Maca looked at her for a while, then raised her eyebrows and guessed: "Are you Ms. Pinkston?"

　　 "...Do you recognize me?" The old witch narrowed her eyes, as if she wanted to see him more clearly.

　　"Carota Pinkston, born in 1922, graduated from Gryffindor College at Hogwarts, a well-known activist, advocated the abolition of the "International Wizarding Union Confidentiality Act", and committed to the magic world Integration with the Muggle world..." Maca picked out the information she knew at will, and then continued to ask, "In fact, you are still quite famous, because you will always violate the " Confidentiality Act" and was sent to Azkaban."

　　"...This is also a strategy." Ms. Pinkston's eyes widened. "Do you think my claim is correct?"

　　Maca shrugged and said: "I don't want to squat here and talk to you."

　　 "What... do you want to do?" Pinkston asked sickly.

　　 But Maca just waved her hand, ignored her, stood up and left.

　　Meeting Carlotta Pinkston was only an accident, and it was not in his plan. He kept walking, looking at the prisoners who occasionally appeared in his sight, seemingly casually, and walked slowly to a higher level.

　　Since these unreasonable incidents hindered his research process, he had to set up the situation first.

　　 All the way up, Maca is like the master of Azkaban, inspecting every criminal locked here.

　　 Finally, in a prison, he saw a woman lying motionless on the ground.

　　 It was a witch who seemed to be dead. Her long, dirty, dusty hair was spread on the ground, completely covering her head.

　　The clothes on the witch's body are tattered, and the skin is full of gray and lifelessness, which is not much different from a corpse.

　　If it weren’t for her chest to rise and fall slightly with her breathing, no one would think that she was alive.

　　 "Clang clang——"

　　 Maca stretched out his hand and knocked on the iron door of the prison with the chain on his wrist, making a few crisp metal crashing sounds. The sound reverberated in the silent corridor.

　　 The witch's hand seemed to move, apparently she had heard the sudden noise.

　　 "Bellatrix."

　　 Maca's tentative words have not yet settled, the witch suddenly raised her head, and under her untidy long hair, a pair of eyes full of paranoia and madness pierced Maca straightly.

　　 "...Who are you?" she growled in a hoarse voice.

　　Maca directly ignored her question, looked directly into her eyes and said: "Answer me, are you Bellatrix?"

　　 "You, who, who!"

　　 The other party's madness is obviously extraordinary. She shouted hoarsely, clutching the cell door and hitting her, making a loud noise.

　　 The target has obviously been found, so there is no need to continue to talk to her.

　　Maca turned her head, a solid silver-white light appeared on her hands. He stretched out his hand, grabbed the face of a certain dementor passing behind him, and dragged it all the way downstairs.

　　 In the prison, Bellatrix, who had fallen into madness, couldn’t help but back up half a step. No way, Maca’s behavior has an unparalleled deterrent in the eyes of all the prisoners of Azkaban. force.

　　 It turns out that the dementor is a kind of magical creature with no emotions at all. Even though the hapless man in Maca’s hand is struggling, but they seem to have not seen it at all, let him hurry. Step left.

　　……

　　In Little Hangleton, the villagers still refer to an old house here as "Riddle House", even though it has not been inhabited for many years.

　　The house is located on a high hillside, from here you can see the whole village.

　　 The windows of the house were sealed, and the tiles on the roof were incomplete. The creeper crawled all over the house with its teeth and claws.

　　Riddle House was originally a very beautiful mansion. It was the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles; but now, it has become so humid and desolate, and it has been filled with time to stay. The following traces ~IndoMTL.com~The villagers of Little Hangleton agreed that this old house is indeed "weird and scary".

　　A bizarre and terrifying incident happened here half a century ago. And until now, when the older generation of people in the village have no other topics, they still like to talk about it.

The story of 　　 has been told repeatedly by people, and many places have been added with oil and vinegar. No one can say exactly what the truth is.

　　 However, every version of the story begins the same way:

　　 Fifty years ago, when Riddle was well-managed and extraordinary; at dawn on a sunny summer day, a maid walked into the living room and found that all three of the Riddle family had died.

　　 The maid screamed all the way down the hillside, ran into the village, and awakened the villagers.

　　 "...They are all lying down with their eyes wide open! Cold all over! They are wearing dinner clothes!" she said.

　　 The police were called, and the entire Little Hangerton Village was immersed in surprise and curiosity. The villagers tried their best to conceal their excitement, but they did not succeed.

　　 No one wasted their energy and pretended to be sad for the Drells, because their popularity in the village has always been very bad.

　　 The old couple are rich, but snobbish and rude, and their grown-up son Tom...

　　 Speaking of which you may not believe, he is a bit worse than his parents!

　　The villagers are concerned about who the murderer is—obviously, it is impossible for three people who seem to be very healthy to die naturally at the same time at the same time.

　　 "Walking around in a big circle, I ended up back to this place—" At this moment, in Riddle's Mansion, a handsome young wizard was standing by the broken window, looking outside with a chuckle, "Isn't it? Nagini..."