Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

He had stayed in Azkaban for too long before, and his resistance to dementors was worse than other wizards, so he curled up on the ground.

Sirius' body was changing, automatically turning into a big black dog.

The emotions of animals are difficult for dementors to understand, and they have more resistance than humans.

Sirius stood up in his Animagus form, seemingly much better.

However, his legs were still shaking.

"Call God to protect you!" Dumbledore called softly, waving his wand.

White light emerged from his wand, dispelling the surrounding cold, and the temperature, color, and senses returned to Ivan's body, and he lay on the ground and gasped heavily.

A small phoenix patron saint is revolving around them, and every time it flaps its wings, dots of silver starlight fall down, looking very beautiful.

"Summon the patron saint, but pay attention to controlling your own magic power." Dumbledore said, "use the minimum magic power output. We are not expelling the dementors, but doing our own defense. This is not difficult, you can Try using this technique."

"Call God to guard!" Ivan pulled out his wand, and he tried his best to restrain the consumption of magic power.

A silver kitten appeared on his chest, much smaller than the patron saint he usually summoned, but the light on his body was more condensed.

"In addition to resisting dementors, patron saints have many unexpected uses." Dumbledore said with a smile, "As long as they are combined with some small spells, they can become messengers or directly condense entities to attack the enemy. "

Dumbledore told Ivan a few new uses of the Patronus Charm, which made him feel suddenly enlightened that the spells could still be combined in this way.

After a few minutes, they continued to set off.

Sirius didn't change back, he followed Ivan in the shape of a big black dog.

Outside the narrow black door of the room is a hollow wooden plank road.

The biting cold wind hit their faces, and their location was a separate tower building, soaring into the sky.

You must cross the plank road in front of you to reach the main building of Azkaban on the opposite side.

Like the rotting floor in the room, the boards on the plank path were all in dilapidated condition, shaking when walking on it, as if they might fall down at any time.

Aiwen followed Dumbledore cautiously, the reduced Patronus' range of action was only about half a foot, and there was thick fog outside the plank road.

He looked as far as he could, but could see nothing.

They were surrounded by mist, and for a few seconds, Ivan felt as if something brushed past him, and he wasn't sure if it was a dementor.

Although his eyes had lost their function, he could smell the unique salty smell of sea water, as well as the sound of waves beating against rocks.

They are on an isolated island, here is the wizard prison Azkaban.

Chapter 384 Prisoner of Azkaban

In the mist, the three of them continued to move forward on the dangerous plank road. With the sound of endless waves, the road seemed to never end.

This does not only refer to the physical, but also in the spiritual world.

Ai Wen felt that he was moving forward on a road that was destined to have no end.

Negative emotions such as depression, fear, and despair came along with the pressure of the fog, trying to get into his body.

He remembered the horrible monsters with holes in their heads that he had encountered in the centaur tribe before, and the illusion they created was the same, which could make people lose themselves in it.

Waiting for them in front of them will be the monster's huge mouth full of fangs.

I thought I had found a way to escape from the fog, but before I had time to rejoice, I found that I had become the food of the monster's mouth, and hope turned into despair in an instant.

Is it the same now? Could it be that what is waiting for them is...

They are not going to Azkaban, they are going to die!

Ivan took a deep breath to wake himself up, but the cold mist mixed with the smell of dementors made him feel very sick.

He had to say something in order to dispel the growing panic around him.

"You can't see anything here. What does the main building of Azkaban look like?" Aiwen felt that his voice didn't belong to him, and it sounded from far away.

"That'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, and he was modeled on Hogg What Watts Castle looks like."

There was another moment of silence. When Aiwen wanted to say something more, he suddenly heard a woman's singing in the mist, and he couldn't tell which direction it came from.

The singing is very beautiful, like the sound of nature, with a touch of sadness.

Ai Wen stopped and listened blankly. He had never heard such a beautiful singing voice before, and there was an idea in his mind that he wanted to stand here and listen to it.

Time passed slowly, maybe seconds, or centuries.

Aiwen suddenly felt a pain in his right leg. He woke up and saw the huge black dog that Sirius had turned into, biting his trouser leg and dragging him forward.

"What is this song?" Ivan murmured.

"It's the sea monsters. They are the only creatures here who are not afraid of the dementors." Dumbledore explained, "In ancient times, the banshees often lay on the reefs of the deep sea, luring passing seafarers with their songs, causing the ships to run aground. Sunk, they feed on the dead bodies of the crew."

Ivan thought of this terrifying magical creature, which he had read in books before.

The ugly siren can sing beautifully, luring passing ships. Aiwen could only rely on imagination before, but today he really saw it.

The way to deal with sea monsters is also very simple, all you need is to close your ears and listen to the spell. Their bodies similar to murlocs have almost no attack power.

At the end of the path, a dementor in a black cloak appeared in front of them.

Its body smelled of rot, and its scabbed palms slowly stretched out.

It inhaled hard, but because of the Patronus Charm, it couldn't inhale anything.

This made the dementor very dissatisfied, it rushed forward with a whoosh, its tattered cloak was dragged behind like black mist, making a loud shaking sound.

Almost at the same time, Dumbledore's patron saint, the phoenix, came forward.

The dementor stepped back, it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.

Under the gaze of the old wizard's cold light blue eyes, Ivan clearly felt that the dementor was afraid.

"We have permission from the Ministry of Magic to come here to visit Peter Pettigrew!" Dumbledore said calmly, without any emotion in his voice.

The dementor backed away slowly, and finally disappeared into the endless fog.

"Come on, they're letting us in!" said Dumbledore.

They entered the building ahead, and it was pitch black.

Apparently, the dementors didn't need torches or anything like that for light, nor did they plan to provide them to the prisoners.

The surrounding temperature dropped a bit, even with the help of the patron saint, Ivan still couldn't help feeling the cold, as if there was an ice bank in the dark building.

They are like walking into the giant mouth of a monster that chooses to eat people, and they are walking into the depths of hell.

The faint fluorescent light at the end of the wand flickered in the darkness, and seemed likely to go out at any moment.

There are no guards on the ground floor, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor have been transformed into prisons.

Through the railing, Aiwen saw many strange creatures imprisoned inside, but none of them were human wizards.

In a huge room, there were seven giant monsters sitting side by side.

They sat on the ground with dull eyes, staring at the ceiling with their eyes open, without the slightest anger, and ignored Ai Wen and others passing by.

Only the ups and downs of the skin on their chests proved that they were still alive.

"One of the most evil creatures on earth, dementors feed on the peace, hope and joy in the air around them!" Dumbledore paused, and said slowly, "There are too many dementors in Azkaban. Ghosts, they are distributed all over the island, and the number is still increasing, and the prisoners held here cannot satisfy them, and the Ministry of Magic has to send other creatures here regularly as food for these monsters."

Looking at the few giant monsters in front of him, Ivan felt sad for their fate.

Get too close to the dementors, and any good feelings, any memory of joy 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 little by little, and the ultimate fate of these giant monsters is to become walking dead, soulless and evil, only fear follows.

Going forward, so are all the creatures imprisoned in the surrounding rooms.

The scenes on the second, third and bottom floors were similar, filled with a large number of non-human magical creatures.

All of them are lifeless, only despair of life and longing for death.

Not to mention ten years, Aiwen felt that as long as he was locked up here for a day, he might not be able to stand being driven crazy, driven crazy by the invisible oppressive momentum in the air.

On the fourth floor, human wizards began to appear in the cells on both sides of the corridor.

Some of them are like the troll downstairs, looking helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, where is the only light in the darkness.

From time to time, dementors flew by in groups in the thick fog outside.

In addition to being in a daze, the rest of the people lay on the rusty iron bed and forced themselves to sleep, as if they could escape everything in front of them as long as they fell into a deep sleep.

But they screamed from time to time, and it was conceivable that they were having a nightmare.

Chapter 385 Death Eaters

Ai Wen seemed to hear a voice, that long-lost voice quietly sounded in his mind.

"On this isolated island, there is only fear!"

He shook his head and hurried to keep up with Dumbledore and Sirius.

It is not a good omen to suddenly hear the call of the evil god in this place.

"This guy in there is Rabbastan Lestrange!" said Sirius, who had changed back at some point, "and he was sentenced to life for using the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms with Barty Crouch Jr. Imprisonment. Didn't expect him to be alive, he doesn't look that strong, does he?"

Labastan Lestrange, a haggard, pale man, was looking over his shoulder at them with no emotion in his eyes.

"It's like this for all prisoners. He's not bad, but he retains his own consciousness. It's really surprising. In my impression, he's just a coward!" Sirius said disdainfully, "But what he did There are many bad things, and there are many crimes..."

Ivan stared at Lestrange for a while, and the voice that had just disappeared in his mind reappeared.

"Ancient Azkaban is full of countless cruel and horrible crimes, far beyond your imagination."

Ahead of him, Sirius stopped again next to a room.

"Let's see who this is, Antonin Dolohov!" Sirius said with obvious hatred in his voice, "He is the most loyal Death Eater, and he joined Voldemort just to learn more Cruel magic, he's cruel by nature, and enjoys torturing Muggles for fun!"

In the room, Aiwen saw a big man lying on the bed.

He has dark brown hair and a long, pale, distorted face. Long-term malnutrition has not erased the cruelty and ferocity on his face.

"He was the first batch of Death Eaters to follow Voldemort. According to the news we got later, he personally tortured and killed countless Muggles and opponents of Voldemort." Sirius said in a heavy tone, "Ron's mother, Molly Weasley's older brothers, Fabian and Gideon Prewett, were killed by him."

Ivan moved closer again, trying to see Dolokhov's face clearly.

He also knew that this guy killed Lupine in the final battle of the original plot.

Antonin Dolokhov did not move, nor did he look at the three persons standing by the door of his room.

He was still sleeping, not knowing what dream he was having, and a cruel smile appeared on his face from time to time.

However, he immediately screamed, and the dream turned into a nightmare in an instant.

"There is no escape from the fear of dementors, and sleeping only makes things worse, because you will see countless visions in your dreams and face the fear itself."

Ivan heard Sirius' explanation, but the voice in his mind had another explanation.

"Sleep will give you peace, madness and despair linger outside sleep."

In the dark silence, only the footsteps of the three of them echoed.

They climbed another floor, and in front of an empty cell near the stairs, Sirius stopped again, with a painful expression on his face.

"I have been imprisoned in this room for 13 years." Sirius pointed to the slightly larger gap in the two railings, "Fudge gave me a newspaper during his last routine visit to Azkaban, and I learned from it. Got the news that Peter Pettigrew is still alive. I was very thin, like a piece of paper, and got out along here."

The black railings were stained with blood. The Ministry of Magic and the dementors would never have imagined that someone would escape from prison in this way.

"The scariest thing about Azkaban is the desperation brought about by the dementors themselves. Most people collapse within a few days, and their only thought is death!" Sirius said, "I also thought If it weren't for my conviction of innocence, terror would have collapsed like everyone else."

Ivan nodded, and the deep voice sounded quietly in his mind again.

"Crime and disaster will not end with death, and the dead will not rest forever."

He looked around, there was no one around him except Dumbledore and Sirius, he didn't know who was talking, maybe it was the darkness itself.

In a cell not far ahead, there is a female prisoner in it.

"She's my dear cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange!" remarked Sirius simply, "a biting lunatic!"

Bellatrix seemed to have heard what Sirius said, and suddenly she ran to the iron railing and let out a frantic laugh that sounded chilling.

Ivan had seen a photo of her in the old house of the Black family before. The Bellatrix in the photo had black smooth hair and divine eyes, but after more than ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban, leaving behind She was given a haggard face and crazy eyes.

"She, like my dear mother and the rest of the Black family, is the most loyal supporter of pure-blood theory." Sirius looked at Bellatrix and said, "I have always had prejudice against Muggle blood and half-blood wizards." , that’s how it was when I was in school.”