Chapter 8: A Wave of Fat
What is a Dementor?
Other attributes aside, this creature is the most loyal dog of the Ministry of Magic, or rather, the Ministry of Magic thinks they are the most loyal.
Moreover, this dog's fist is quite big, and Fudge's cowardice deliberately brought one for his own safety after the Triwizard Tournament to prevent any misfortune, and as a result, he directly killed the most important witness.
Such an obedient dog would never be able to be killed on weekdays, but it doesn't matter today, anyway, it's not him who is responsible for the black pot.
The most murderous murderer in history, the most dangerous prisoner in Azkaban, is there anything wrong with taking out a few Dementors while escaping?
Probably not, anyway, Alan thinks so.
Although his conscience is a little guilty, even if Sirius doesn't pay the money, he plans to make trouble and kill a few Dementors, and let the family carry the black cauldron, but Sirius should forgive him, right?
With this feeling of love, Alan stepped out of the castle gate without any cover, and next, he had to do a difficult task to influence these Dementors with love.
With a snap of his fingers, a little white flame erupted from Allen's left hand, and then quickly spread, enveloping his entire left hand, and in the next second, the entire island boiled directly as if boiling water.
For the Dementors, the island where Azkaban is located is undoubtedly their own nest, and in the process of daily transformation, it has been trimmed into the most suitable place for the Dementors to live, dark, damp, and obscured by fog all year round, and it is a hell on earth, both in form and substance.
For hundreds of years, generation after generation of prisoners have been sent in alive, and it is still good luck to climb out for half a day, and if they are replaced by those who are less lucky, they will simply bury their bones directly in Azkaban. Their positive feelings of happiness, hope, and love are greedily drained away by the Dementors, and in order to make up for these vacancies, negative emotions such as fear, despair, and disgust come one after another, tormenting these prisoners all the time, and these negative emotions are the source of the most needed power in the dark arts.
All the negative magical energy is woven into a vast network that covers the entire prison, and in this network, everything is watched by the Dementors, which is why there have been no fugitives in Azkaban for so many years.
When Alan came over, he hid directly into the network, which was not discovered by the Dementors, but now he completely canceled his cover-up measures, undoubtedly like lighting a little candlelight in the darkness, becoming the most conspicuous existence, and he still felt that this movement was not enough, and directly lit a holy flame in the lair of others, which was undoubtedly a complete provocation in the perception of the Dementors.
This behavior is much more serious than Harry and they were found with Sirius, the former is on official business, and Alan is equivalent to when the family happily unites to eat hot pot, he takes the dung scoop and directly adds a base to the people is everyone is fried!
You must know that the Dementors are the most evil creatures, and the Holy Flame is the most filthy thing in their eyes, and Alan can even clearly see that the fog that locks the island is gushing out like a volcanic eruption, and the Dementors are bursting out like a swarm of bees as if they have exploded their nests, and the speed is many times faster than when they were patrolling, it is almost like a 100-meter race.
Clusters of jet-black shadows shot directly towards Allen like arrows off the string, and the tattered gray robe made a huge noise in the high-speed flight, reminiscent of Xuan'er's garbage bag in the sandstorm, and at a glance it looked like the beggar gang was holding a meeting, if it weren't for the fact that the face under the cloak was too ugly, and the current environment was too gloomy, Allen might not have taken out a few Xike to come out for a reward.
If it were someone else, the Dementors who would never be so relaxed at this moment were born with a negative aura, and that kind of despair added up to even the most miserable wizards in their hearts could not help but recall the most tragic things in their hearts. Unfortunately, this trick didn't work for Allen.
Under the lilac shield, Alan didn't feel the kind of impact on the soul that others experienced, but instead felt like he was watching a movie, which was not in 3D.
So, just as hundreds of Dementors flew over, Alan raised his right hand, a snap of his fingers, and the next moment, he had appeared hundreds of meters behind the Dementors, and then a light blue light lit up on his body, and he sprinted towards the edge of the island at such a fast speed that he even left several afterimages, yes, he ran.
It was so exciting, and he admired that he could still snap his fingers so calmly when the swarming Dementors chased him.
He is not stupid, how can he fight positional warfare in the old nest where people are gathered? Even Dumbledore would not dare to be so arrogant, the Dementors on this island can even destroy a small country if they attack together, and if he kills one, the other party can completely replenish two to come up, and he can drown him alive with this number!
At this moment, Alan felt like he was playing the temple to escape, but instead of a monster behind him, there were hundreds, and the rancid smell on their bodies was superimposed, even Alen, who had been smoked from afar, couldn't help but make up a bubble head charm.
Probably because the previous sprint was too fast, at this moment the speed of these Dementors floating is even a few points slower than the speed of Allen's escape, and Alan had to slow down the speed of the sprint without leaving a trace, and the group of Dementors behind him can rush over The other party must have left someone to guard the nest, and it is something he has calculated from the beginning to quickly eat this wave of chasing people and quickly escape after the distance is what he has calculated from the beginning.
Finally, seeing that the sea was not far away, Alan increased the magic power of his left hand, and the originally dim holy flame directly burst out of flames half a meter high, which made the dementor behind him instantly go crazy, and flew directly in the direction where Alan was.
In the next second, crows roared all over the sky, and countless dark crows swooped down directly with desolate cries, and the dark purple mist was generated in the flapping of their wings, and they pounced on the dementors with a tearing momentum, of course, relying on Hualuo!
In the ravages of the crows, the original tattered robe was torn into pieces of fabric, fluttering like a butterfly, filled with a strange sense of violent aesthetics, just as Alan was about to take over, a crow with shiny feathers flew straight towards Allen, and at the same time, Allen turned his head almost instantly, caught Hua Luo and ran towards the seaside.
Behind them, the original raging crow flock had stopped, and the dementors' clothes were so torn that they couldn't even cover their bodies, but the originally empty eye sockets were now emitting a strange red light, and the fog they originally brought out had become dark gray or even almost black, and there was almost no pause, and the black clouds rolled out in the direction where Eren disappeared.