[HP] Lost and Returning

The scene that re-entered the line of sight was completely opposite to the bright sunshine of the Muggle residence, with crooked alleys, dark walls, dirty and muddy, Sarah checked and saw an old witch squatting around the corner, the atmosphere here was mixed, and what he followed The magical traces here become entangled and hard to find.It seemed that he had indeed reached the wizard's residence.

"child…"

"Wrong place..."

Another wizard poked his head out from the houses on both sides of the alley, with a sinister smile: "Little devil, this is not Diagon Alley, get out of here!"

Salazar stepped back carefully, there was a smell of danger here.When he found that these wizards only threatened verbally but did not act, he turned his head and ran towards the thin air. He was alone, and he was not sure if he could deal with so many wizards at the same time.After running for an unknown amount of time, he stopped, and there were no pursuers behind him.

Recalling the twisted symbols he saw somewhere above the houses in the alley, Salazar realized that he had a big problem. He could speak the language of the wizard but could not recognize it, let alone write it.The only thing he can recognize and write is his own name, which Godric insisted on him to recognize.Although half of the wizard blood was mixed in his body, he never thought of staying with the wizard, so what he asked Godric to teach him was only basic conversation etiquette. He didn't bother to understand the language and culture of the wizard. Because that is the acceptance of a race.

He had to find a guide, a guide who understood wizarding life, or he would be found out sooner or later.Likewise, he has to find helpers, and he has to learn to survive in this world full of wizards before he can find a way to go back.

Something in the air caught Salazar's attention, and it felt familiar.He followed his intuition and moved forward. If he was not wrong, it should be...

Sure enough, he saw a dark mass swirling above the river, and the river began to freeze.

Lucky for him, Dementor, Salazar stepped forward. The Dementor was his natural ally, his faithful servant.

But why only one?Salazar was puzzled. Dementors live in groups. It doesn't matter. If you can find one, you can find a group. With the corners of his lips raised, he stretched his hand forward to radiate his magic power.

This dementor is probably someone who has never seen a wizard before but dared to walk in. At first, it foolishly wanted to pounce on it for a good meal, but soon, it knew something was wrong. It was absolutely dark, The condensed magic power is a bit colder than itself.

"I order you, obey me." Salazar slowly pressed his fingers on the dementor's ethereal big brim.

It is the duty of the weak to obey the strong.

The dementor hesitated for a moment, then humbly lowered his body, twisting his body to show his obedience.

Very good, Salazar nodded approvingly: "Now, take me to your companions, I need help!"

……

Azkaban, now the colony of dementors.

There was a bone-chilling chill on the surface of the lake, and Salazar stared at the small island in the distance. There was only one dilapidated house in a palm-sized place, and it was still a multi-storey design. There were countless dementors floating around the house.

What a place!Salazar reached the other shore directly by Apparating Apparition.Through the report of the dementor behind him, he knew that this place was a prison, used to imprison dark wizards who made mistakes.This statement is very interesting to Sara. Imprisoning dark wizards seems to be something that brats will do, but it is ironic enough to use dementors as gatekeepers. For real dark wizards, dementors are theirs. Servant, it can only be said that the level of wizards imprisoned here is too low.

Just thinking about it, the dementors swarmed into the house.

Dining?A prisoner has nothing to eat, but a prisoner has nothing to lose.Anyway, Salazar walked in, he didn't need too many dementors, so he took this opportunity to pick a batch of useful ones to take away.

As soon as I entered, I heard the suppressed wailing of many people. The reason why they were suppressed was because they didn't have much strength.Salazar walked slowly along the aisle, crossing the cages covered by iron bars. He admired every scene. In each cell, there were three or four dementors eating, and every wizard who was taken as dinner Described as haggard, tortured and unable to move.

No one noticed that there was another person outside, who was still walking around the dementor as if nothing had happened, except...

"...Who are you?" It was also a hoarse voice after being devastated.

Salazar turned his head in surprise. He saw a man. Although he was almost lost his mind surrounded by dementors, he was distracted to see him: "Stand back." Salazar put away his surprise and maintained a steady tone.

The three dementors in the cage that locked the man stopped immediately, and the one behind Salazar who had already been tamed floated forward. After a while, the four floated out of the cage together, and stood obediently on Salazar's side. rear.

This man was dirty and unkempt, but he could vaguely recognize his long light golden hair, a very beautiful color, and his gray eyes revealed incredible gazes at this moment.Salazar turned to the door plate next to the prison door, where the name should be written, but unfortunately he couldn't read it, and turned his head to motion for the dementors, and one of them immediately approached.

Lucius?Malfoy.The dementor card translator worked well, and Salazar got the information he wanted.

Malfoy?The pronunciation of this surname doesn't sound like a wizard's language.Salazar carefully examined the man who barely stood up, even though he was tossed to death by the dementors, he still had extra momentum at this time, which is really interesting.

This trip was not in vain. I found a group of helpers and a guide. Yes, Salazar decided to take this man away. It's very aristocratic, and he just needs it.

Raising his hand with a cutting spell, he opened the cell door. Salazar did not answer Lucius' question, but directly expressed his wish: "Come out."

Lucius was completely stunned by what happened in front of him. He even suspected that he had hallucinated under the torment of the dementors. A boy who looked only in his teens was not afraid of the dementors at all and could command them. Are you still opening the prison door and calling yourself out?

"Come out, or they will go in." Salazar became impatient, he turned his gaze to the back, and a dozen dementors had already gathered.

Lucius followed Salazar's gaze, and felt goosebumps in his heart. He didn't care about thinking too much, and strode out. He could still feel the extreme cold temperature of the nearby dementors, but they didn't Come back and suck his pleasure.Last year in the battle of the Department of Mysteries, he smashed the prophecy ball that the Dark Lord wanted. In order to avoid punishment, he chose to be arrested. Life here is not easy.

Salazar turned his head to look at the dementors behind him, and stretched out his hand upwards. The black light visible to the naked eye gathered in the palm, and gradually turned into a black ball. The dementors flew up to drill in, one after another. One, like being sucked in by a black ball, soon the number of dementors in Azkaban was reduced by more than half.

Withdrawing his hand, Salazar thought that enough was enough. He looked at the man who was already sluggish again, and grabbed his dirty arm: "Follow me, Mr. Malfoy." skilled.

Another apparition, the next moment, the aisle was empty, the remaining dementors continued their duties, and Lucius?Malfoy's cell door was wide open, and he was gone.