v2 Chapter 384： Prisoner of Azkaban

In the fog, the three of them continued to move forward in the dangerous plank road, and with the endless waves of the waves, the road seemed to never end.

This is not just physical, but also in the spiritual world.

Ai Wen feels himself, moving forward on a road that is destined to have no end.

Negative emotions such as depression, fear, and despair are forced by the fog and want to get into his body.

He remembered the horror monsters he had encountered in the Matri tribes all over the hole, and the illusions they created were so different that they could be lost.

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

I thought I had found a way to escape from the fog. I had not had time to rejoice. I found that I had become a food in the monster's mouth, hoping to become desperate in an instant.

Is it the same now, will it be waiting for them in front?

They are not going to Azkaban, but are heading for death!

Ai Wen took a deep breath to make himself awake, but the cold mist mixed with the smell of the dementors made him feel very disgusting.

He has to say something to dispel the growing panic around him.

"Nothing can be seen here, what is the main building of Azkaban?" Ai Wen felt that his voice did not seem to belong to himself, and it sounded from a long distance.

"That is a huge castle like the main building of Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice floated from the front. "There is a rumor that Sarah Slytherin built Azkaban. He modeled Hogg. The look of Watts Castle."

It was a moment of silence. When Ivan wanted to say something more, I suddenly heard a woman’s voice screaming in the fog, and I couldn’t tell which direction I came from.

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

Ai Wen stopped and listened awkwardly. He had never heard such a good song. There was a thought in his mind. He wanted to stand here and listen.

Time passes slowly, maybe for a few seconds, or for centuries.

Ai Wen suddenly felt a pain in his right leg. He woke up and saw that the huge black dog that Sirius turned into was biting his trousers and dragging him forward.

"What is this song?" Ai Wen murmured.

"It’s the Kraken, they are the only creatures here that don’t fear the dementors.” Dumbledore explained, “In ancient times, the banshees often squatted on the reefs of the deep sea, using songs to seduce the passing sailors and make the ships hit the rocks. Sinking, they feed on the crew's body."

Ai Wen remembered this horrible creature, which he had read in the book before.

The ugly Kraken will make a wonderful song, tempting the passing ships. Ivan had to rely on imagination before, and today I really realized it.

The method of dealing with the Kraken is also very simple. As long as a closed earplug can be used, the body similar to the fisherman has almost no attack power.

At the end of the plank road, a dementor with a black cloak appeared in front of them.

Its body has a rotten taste, and the knotted palms slowly extend out.

It **** hard, but because of the guardian curse, it can't absorb anything.

This made the Dementor very dissatisfied, and it screamed forward, and the ruined cloak was dragged behind him like a black mist, making a loud, shaking sound.

Almost at the same time, Dumbledore's patron saint Phoenix ushered in front.

The Dementor went back and it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.

Under the gaze of the old wizard's cold blue eyes, Ai Wen obviously felt that this dementor was afraid.

"We got permission from the Ministry of Magic to come here to visit the little dwarf Peter!" Dumbledore said quietly, without any feelings in his voice.

The dementors slowly receded and eventually disappeared into the endless fog.

"Let's go, they allow us to go in!" said Dumbledore.

They walked into the building in front and it was dark.

Obviously, the Dementors don't need lighting such things as torches, nor do they have plans to prepare the people for this.

The surrounding temperature has dropped a bit. Even with the help of the patron saint, Ai Wen couldn't help but feel the cold, and the dark building seemed to be an ice store.

They are like giant mouths that go into the monsters to choose people, and go deep into hell.

The weak fluorescence at the end of the wand sways in the dark and seems to be extinguished at any time.

The ground floor was not guarded, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor were all converted into prisons.

Through the railing, Ai Wen saw that there were many strange creatures in it, but none of them were human wizards.

In a huge room, seven large monsters sit side by side.

They sat on the ground with a dull gaze, staring at the ceiling with their eyes open, without the slightest anger, regardless of the passing of Ai Wen and others.

Only the ups and downs of the chest, prove that they are still alive.

"As one of the most evil creatures on the planet, the Dementors feed on peace, hope and happiness in the surrounding air!" Dumbledore stopped and said slowly, "Azkaban has too many shots." Souls, they are distributed throughout the island, and the number continues to increase. The prisoners who are being held here cannot satisfy them. The Ministry of Magic has to regularly transport other creatures here as food for these monsters."

Looking at the giant monsters in front of them, Ai Wen is saddened by their fate.

Too close to the dementors, any good feelings, any happy memories are sucked away by them.

They have been here for a long time, like parasites, feeding on the joys of other creatures in this building and making a living from them.

They **** the soul a little bit, and the ultimate fate of these monsters is to become a walking dead, without soul and evil, only fear is like a shadow.

Moving on, all creatures imprisoned in the surrounding room are like this.

The second, third and bottom images are similar and filled with a large number of non-human magical creatures.

They are all not angry, and some are just despair of life and thirst for death.

Don't say ten years, Ai Wen feels that if he is locked up here for a day, he may not be forced to be driven crazy, and he will be driven by the invisible oppressive momentum in the air.

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

Some of them, like the monsters below the building, looked helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, the only light in the darkness.

From time to time, there are dementors in the fog outside, flying in groups.

In addition to being in a daze, the rest of the people were lying on a rusty iron bed to force themselves to sleep. It seemed that as long as they fell asleep, they could escape everything in front of them.

But from time to time screams, I can imagine that they are doing nightmares. (To be continued.)