Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

387. Chapter 385 Prisoners of Azkaban

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

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

    Ivan 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 horrible monsters he had encountered in the Centaur tribe that were all holes in their heads, and the illusions they created were so different that they could be lost.

    Waiting for them in front, it 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 of…

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

    Ivan took a deep breath to make himself awake, but the cold mist mixed the taste of the dementor, making 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?”Ivan felt that his voice didn't seem to belong to him, 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 rumor that Salazar Slytherin built Azkaban, and he modeled the Hogwarts 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.

    Ivan stopped and listened. 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 a few seconds, or centuries.

    Ivan suddenly felt a pain in his right leg. He woke up and saw Sirius's huge black dog biting his trousers and dragging him forward.

    "What is this song?"Ivan murmured.

    “It’s Siren, they’re the only creatures here that don’t fear the dementor.”Dumbledore explained, "In ancient times, the banshees often squatted on the reefs of the deep sea, sing the sea voyages through the songs, causing the ships to sink into the rocks, and they feed on the crew's body."

    Ivan remembered this horrible magical creature, which he had seen in the book before.

    The ugly Siren will make a wonderful song, tempting the passing ships. Ivan used to rely on imagination. Today is a real experience.

    The method of dealing with Siren is also very simple, as long as a closed earplug can be used, and their 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 sucks hard, but because of the Patronus 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 Patronus Phoenix is ​​facing forward.

    Dementor went back and it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.

    Under the gaze of the old wizard's icy blue eyes, Ivan clearly felt the dementor was scared.

    “We got permission from the Ministry of Magic to visit Peter Pettigrew here!”Dumbledore said calmly, there is no feeling in the voice.

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

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

    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 this thing for the prisoners.

    The surrounding temperature dropped a bit. Even with the help of Patronus, Ivan couldn't help but feel 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 to the depths of hell.

    The wand's tip The faint fluorescence 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, Ivan saw many grotesque creatures in it, but none of them were human wizards.

    In a huge room, sitting side by side with seven huge Trolls.

    They sat sullenly on the ground, staring at the ceiling with their eyes open, without the slightest anger, regardless of the passing Ivan and others.

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

    “As one of the most evil creatures on earth, the dementors feed on peace, hope and happiness in the surrounding air!”Dumbledore stopped and said slowly, "Azkaban has too many dementors, 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 few Trolls in front of me, Ivan is saddened by their fate.

    Too close to the dementor, 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 are sucking the soul a little bit, and the ultimate fate of these Trolls is to become a walking dead, without souls and evil, only fears follow.

    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, Ivan 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 force in the air.

    On the fourth floor, human wizard's figure began to appear in the cells on either side of the corridor.

    Some of them, like Troll under the building, looked helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, the only light in the dark.

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

    In addition to being in a daze, the rest of the people were forced to sleep on the iron bed of the rusted Scabbers, and 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.