Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Anriel just raised his hand and made a very simple fist.

The gray fog formed a vortex.

Under Rodolphus's solemn gaze...

Bellatrix Lestrange walked out of the gray fog with a model-like gait.

She looked at Rodolphus with her usual contempt.

There was absolute obedience in her eyes as she looked at Anriel.

Anriel carefully admired Bella's current state and nodded with satisfaction:

"Not bad, not bad...the old man is still reliable."

He turned to Rodolphus, who was dumbfounded:

"Those who do not believe in death will be sent by me; those who believe in death will be given eternal life - guess, am I kidding?"

Bella disappeared from Rodolphus' sight as if she had been erased by an eraser.

Rodolphus's fingers were holding the wand, the knuckles were white, and there was a complex look in his eyes that was a mixture of excitement and fear.

Anriel looked at Rodolphus deeply:

"Hide yourself...

Then Apparate to Hogsmeade and find out what's happened over the years - no matter where in Hogsmeade you are, I can find you.

Of course, the most important thing is to understand... who I am...

Now, it’s time to leave.”

A gust of cold wind blew by, causing Rodolphus to squint his eyes involuntarily.

When he opened his eyes again, Anriel's figure had disappeared from before him.

Apparition is also prohibited in Azkaban and its surrounding waters.

Rodolphus took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and smiled a smile that seemed calm and indifferent, but would make people who saw it feel inexplicably frightened.

He raised the wand in his hand, pointed it at the sea, and whispered a few words.

The next second he jumped down and fell into the water.

......

A few minutes later, Rodolphus could no longer be seen on the vast sea.

At the gap at the top of Azkaban, Anriel's figure gradually reappeared.

"Azkaban has no effect on him..."

Anriel raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

"Others who just left looked sick and lifeless. It takes a long time for them to recover their mana to their peak..."

But Anriel changed his mind.

There's no need for him to think about this, just think of it as finding a treasure, right?

He took a step forward, and the next second he was standing in front of the real gate of Azkaban.

Several iron locks tightly bound the gate, and the ferocious animal head sculptures around it seemed to announce that this was not a good place.

Anriel was about to raise his wand to blast the door open, but he suddenly smiled and put the wand back into his arms.

Hey, I have an idea.jpg

A familiar character from his previous life appeared in his mind.

Master key, start!

(↑? ?w?? )

He took a breath... and slowly raised one leg...

......

A straight kick!!!

"Boom——!!!"

The entire iron gate of Azkaban seemed to have been hit by something, leaving a huge hole like a flower in the inside.

Looking into the cave, a footprint was clearly visible on a piece of iron sheet on the opposite wall.

Part of the iron door around the hole, which was nearly a foot thick, was torn into pieces by the impact of the kick.

How should I put it...the iron gate of Azkaban is indeed very strong and has good overall toughness.

Anriel moved his numb right leg and rubbed his teeth.

The most notable difference between him and other great wizards is that he is physically nearly invincible.

I guess for the Ministry of Magic officials who came to deal with the Azkaban prison break afterwards, feeling their scalps tingling was the minimum reaction they would have had when they saw this scene, right?

Anyway, their first reaction was definitely not that wizards broke into the prison, but that some kind of sea monster or other magical creature suddenly attacked Azkaban.

Anriel cleaned up the footprint.

He slowly began to walk in circles on the first floor of Azkaban.

Hmm? Are there any prisoners on the first floor?

No prisoners? All dead bodies.

There are only three types of people who can survive on the first floor.

Either they are unable to accomplish anything but are more likely to cause trouble, or they are capable but lack courage, or they are cunning and have lost their sense of proportion.

Anriel doesn't want to use any of these three types of people.

......

When they reached a corner, Anriel suddenly bent down.

“Knock-knock—”

The sound made after knocking almost confirms that there is nothing underneath the floor tile.

A few seconds later, Anriel was walking on a staircase leading to a basement.

The breath of death came to my face.

When the Ministry of Magic took over this place, they must have used some kind of protective spell.

Anriel thought so.

Because if it was not Anriel who was here at this moment, but an ordinary wizard, he would have died countless times by now after being hit by such a strong breath of death.

The stairs ended.

Anriel could tell at a glance that the underground passage he was about to take was winding... crooked.

Because you can see the end at a glance——

There are corners.

In this eerie, haunted place, wherever there is a corner, there are more.

Just as Anriel was thinking this, two tall black shadows wearing hoods appeared for a moment, and then immediately disappeared around the corner as if they were running away.

"..."

Anriel was speechless and walked deeper into the cave.

However, what surprised him was that although there were many corners here, there were no forks in the road. It was estimated that the corners appeared only because of the terrain of the island.

"Wow even--"

Since no one was around to see it, Anriel simply expressed his current views in a exaggerated manner.

He once imagined that the so-called soul nest might be an ugly portal, a sleeping mother evil beast, or a rare and wonderful object.

He had never thought that the portals where all the Dementors appeared in the world were actually...

It's a corpse.

It was the kind that had died in a humid environment for many years, rotting and full of maggots but not completely eaten clean.

Anyone's first reaction when seeing this thing is disgust, and only disgust.

Anriel walked around the body and observed it carefully for a while.

It seemed that his luck suddenly improved. Just when Anriel walked to the back of the corpse, he witnessed the birth of the Dementor.

A mass of sticky gray-black fluid, emitting a rotten smell, emerged from a festering hole in the corpse.

The entrance of the hole seemed to be covered by a thin film, preventing the black fluid from wriggling out.

This mass of fluid that exudes a disgusting smell seems to be a living thing, desperately pushing outwards.

The thin film gradually covered the gray-black fluid.

The longer it is, the wider it is...

The film seemed to have oxidized upon contact with the air and turned black, with a texture like rotten cloth...

It turned into a Dementor's hood.

......

Every festering hole and every rotten wound on this corpse is a path for Dementors to sneak back from the underworld to the world of the living.

This is what is called——

"Soul Nest".