Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

386. Chapter 384 Wizard Prison Azkaban

    Dumbledore did not continue to speak, he did not seem to intend to explain to Ivan, and shared his research findings on this strange nameplate.

    He must have known what, for a certain purpose, gave this thing to himself.

    As far as he said, with the involvement of Ivan's, the treasure keys left by the four founders may be related to the evil god.

    This may be only part of the reason, but certainly not all.

    Ivan didn't ask, Dumbledore has always been like this. If he doesn't want to say it, there will be no result if he asks. He won't hurt himself anyway.

    However, the final development of the matter may not be what he hoped.

    Ivan sighed and took the nameplate away. He was prepared to rely on his own strength to make this thing anything, and what is useful to understand.

    "Just touch the portkey gently, don't force it!"Sirius gestured to Ivan, letting him put his hand on the statue.

    It started to be cold and the statue seemed to be alive.

    Unknown fears rise in the depths of Ivan, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

    He looked nervously at the statue in front of him, looking at the headscarf that the dementor was preparing to lay down, and the looming mouth inside, a sigh of relief.

    He remembered the method of making the dementor in the book "Secrets of the Darkest Art". It was no accident, this magic was also invented by Herpo the Foul.

    Will dementor be the so-called evil god creation like the strange monsters on the top of the head in the Centaur temple? !

    Their ability to imagine is directly acting on one's soul.

    And the Patronus curse will cause damage to them, which is too coincidental.

    Thinking of this, Ivan had a chill in his inexplicable name.

    "Be prepared, I count three times and set off!"Dumbledore said that he also put his hand on the robe of the statue of Dementor, "three, two, one!"

    His voice just fell, and when it was late, Ivan felt that there was a hook that slammed forward with a hook that couldn't resist behind his navel.

    He left his feet and flew up.

    He could feel Dumbledore and Sirius on his sides, their shoulders colliding with him, and then separated apart, far apart.

    They flew forward like a wind, and they couldn’t see anything in front of them.

    Ivan's right hand clung to the statue of the dementor, as if the statue had a magnetic force, pulled him over, pulled it over, and then…

    His feet fell heavily on the ground and he couldn't stand falling.

    Ivan tried floo powder and Disapparation before, travel experience, feeling different, but very uncomfortable, but not using portkey so bad.

    "You still need to practice to maintain balance."Sirius picked him up.

    In front of Ivan, it is a statue of the same dementor.

    However, they are certainly not in the Ministry of Magic, and the walls around the room are all rough black rocks.

    The dilapidated floor has been decaying and it smells of corruption.

    In front of them is a narrow small door with the door closed.

    This room is like The Shrieking Shack. It hasn't been there for a long time. It is full of dust everywhere, walking on the floor, making a loud noise.

    Ivan suddenly felt very cold, and the cold came from under the feet and kept going up.

    He huddled and realized that it was because of the large number of dementor gatherings that brought changes to the surrounding environment. Although he had not seen the dementor, all positive, optimistic, positive emotions in the body were quickly dissipated with temperature.

    Ivan has a cruel thought of death, and it seems that I can no longer feel happiness, and life loses its meaning.

    The color is disappearing from his eyes, and the world quickly becomes a dull grayish white, with Ivan's mood, and it is terrible.

    Although the ground is dirty, he wants to lie down and lie here forever.

    Next to Ivan, Sirius' reaction was much bigger than him.

    He had been in Azkaban for too long, and his resistance to the dementor was worse than that of other wizards. He curled up and squatted on the ground.

    Sirius' body is changing and automatically turns into a black big dog.

    Animal emotions are difficult to understand for dementors and have more resistance than humans.

    Sirius in the Animagus form stood up and seemed a lot better.

    However, his legs are still trembled.

    "Expecto Patronum !"Dumbledore whispered and waved his wand.

    The white light emerged from his wand, dispelling the cold around him, and the temperature, color, and senses returned to Ivan, and he slammed on the floor and gasped.

    A small phoenix Patronus is spinning around them. Every time you move your wings, a little silver starlight falls and looks very beautiful.

    "Summon Patronus, but pay attention to controlling your own magic power."Dumbledore said, "With the smallest magic power output, we are not expelling the dementor, but doing our own defense. This is not difficult, you can try this technique. ”

    "Expecto Patronum !"Ivan pulled out his wand and tried to restrain the magic power consumption.

    A silver kitten appeared on his chest, much smaller than the usual Patronus, but the body's light was more concise.

    “In addition to defending the dementor, Patronus has a lot of unexpected uses.”Dumbledore smiled and said, "As long as you match some small spells, they can become messengers or directly condense entities to attack enemies."

    Dumbledore spoke to Ivan about a few new uses of the Patronus curse, giving him a sense of openness, and the original spell can be combined.

    After a few minutes, they continued to leave.

    Sirius didn't change back, he followed Ivan with a black big dog.

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

    The biting cold winds came in and they were in an independent tower, towering into the sky.

    It is necessary to cross the boardwalk in front of you to reach the Azkaban main building opposite.

    Like the decaying floor in the room, the planks on the plank road are all broken, and they are shaking on the top, as if they are likely to fall at any time.

    Ivan carefully followed Dumbledore, and the reduced Patronus had a range of only about half a foot. The outside of the plank was full of thick fog.

    He tried to look at it, but he couldn't see anything.

    They were surrounded by fog, and for a few seconds, Ivan felt as if anything had passed by himself, and he was not sure if it was a dementor.

    Although the eyes have lost their effect, he can smell the salty taste of the sea, and the waves have beaten the sound of the rocks.

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