Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Chapter 131 Weird Dream

The face of the corpse had long since decayed and was unrecognizable... To be more precise, the seven orifices of the corpse had long since turned into holes full of festering sores, becoming passageways for the Dementors.

But Anriel guessed that this guy should be the founder of Azkaban, the discoverer of Dementors - perhaps the inventor, the legendary Extis.

But who he is has nothing to do with Anriel.

Anriel doesn't want to use the resurrection stone to absorb this thing now -

He is disgusted.

Just like a fly that just flew out of a toilet...

It doesn't bite, but it annoys you.

Anriel really doesn't need these disgusting followers.

He is not Voldemort, and he does not need to maintain his persona by ruling with terrorism.

The only ability of the Dementors worth mentioning is now possessed by Anriel himself.

"Tsk..."

Now Anriel is thinking about how to completely destroy this thing.

Considering that this thing might be protected by a particularly powerful black magic barrier, Anriel decided to make a big move -

I'll just have to go all the way, it's cremation anyway...

Just go to Azkaban.

......

"Fuck-"

There was a hissing sound as the grease was ignited, and a burning smell spread.

Anriel took one last disgusted look at the rotting corpse, turned around, lifted the hem of his robe, and disappeared from the spot.

In the deserted underground passage, cold and heat coexisted. The flames were like maggots on the tarsus, slowly but steadily burning everything it touched.

Look.

Including those screaming Dementors over there.

He didn't have any vocal cords, and the burn caused him to scream.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, burning everything it touched except the walls of Azkaban itself.

This caused the triangular tower of Azkaban to spew flames from every window.

From a distance, it looks like a huge burning torch...

The moment Anriel left the range of the defensive spell surrounding Azkaban, the alarm of the Ministry of Magic sounded.

Far away in London, England, inside the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, the lights in the entire office quickly turned red.

......

"Something happened in Azkaban!!!"

The Ministry of Magic was in chaos.

However, the culprit, Anriel, had already arrived in Hogsmeade.

He was browsing in a clothing store.

Behind him followed Rodolphus, who had become invisible and looked confused.

"Master...you are..."

He was deeply puzzled.

"Pick out clothes?"

Anriel replied as a matter of course:

"It's okay. There are only two of us in the store now. No one can hear us. Just talk normally."

He turned his head and stared at the empty space next to the clothes rack, and continued:

"You don't really think you can still help me in this old prison uniform?"

Anriel threw the clothes in his hand, and Rodolphus caught them subconsciously. A set of priest clothes was suspended in the air calmly and weirdly.

"Go in and try it on - I think it suits you well."

Anriel seemed to be thinking about something, mainly because of his temperament:

In various secondary creation worlds, among all kinds of priests, there are generally two images that are most deeply rooted in people's hearts.

The first type is those who like little boys, this one passes.

The second type is well-dressed and well-mannered, but usually mentally unstable.

You see, Rodolphus fits the bill perfectly.

...Don't mention Anderson, that guy is a damn priest - that's called divine punishment.

However, it shouldn't be difficult to disguise Rodolphus as an Orthodox priest, as their temperaments are very similar.

But he still needs to disguise himself.

If Rodolphus, the notorious Death Eater, wants to make his appearance, he must have some kind of transit.

Let him solve this problem himself. Anriel believes that he has a solution.

......

Anriel returned to Hogwarts.

He returned to his dormitory, opened the door, threw off his coat, lay down on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling of the four-poster bed.

Anriel let Rodolphus go free... and he himself also needed a little time to think about what to do next.

"Quidditch World Cup..."

he said to himself.

Only one week passed from the time Wormtail escaped from prison to the time Anril subdued Rodolphus.

If Wormtail didn't have the courage to take public transportation, this amount of time would not be enough for him to escape from England to Albania in rat form.

Not to mention finding the dying Voldemort in Albania and then going with him to Little Hangleton in southeast England.

There is plenty of time.

Anriel showed a weird smile...

What he is going to do next may be a bit despicable to the point of being outrageous...

But it’s fun!

Hi hi hi——

As he was thinking, Anriel fell asleep involuntarily...

He had a dream.

He didn't dream often.

......

He dreamed of a beautiful chestnut pony walking on clouds, and next to it was a small, narrow animal with four legs.

These two completely unrelated things were running side by side.

Suddenly, the chestnut pony next to the four-legged animal seemed to step on empty air and suddenly disappeared on the clouds, as if it fell down.

The animal looked back.

But it found that the horse was spreading its four hooves and galloping in the direction they came from.

As it ran, the horse's chestnut mane gradually turned black, and its body gradually became thinner, until only a black skeleton was left, but it still kept running.

The quadruped was so frightened that it turned its head back and stopped looking at the horse that had turned into a monster.

But when it turned around, it found that there was another monster staring at it.

It was a monster with an eagle's head and a rabbit's body.

The eagle's head was tilted, staring intently at the small four-legged animal.

Now the appearance of the little animal could be seen clearly.

It looks like a giant rat, but it is very thin and has a long tail.

The "rat" screamed, turned around and ran away.

The monster with an eagle head and a rabbit body did not chase after it. It just watched the little animal run away quietly.

The perspective changed, and the horse, which was only a skeleton left, emerged from a cloud, slowly walked to the side of the monster with an eagle head and a rabbit body, and raised its head and neighed.

The clouds dissipated as if nothing had happened.

......

wake up.

Anriel sat up, looking thoughtful.

He cares a lot about the dream he just had.

Because of the prophet, this absurd and illogical dream must have a meaning.

The chestnut horse...turned into a black bone horse...Isn't this the Thestral?

And that rabbit… an eagle with a rabbit body? Or a rabbit with an eagle head?

What does it symbolize?

That "big rat"...if you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be a rat...

Weasel? Otter? Nutria?

Anriel shook his head, his thoughts a little confused.