Dumbledore didn't continue to speak, he didn't seem to be intent on explaining to Evan and sharing his findings on the strange nameplate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He must have known something, and for some purpose, he gave it to himself.

As for what he said, with the intervention of Aven, the treasure keys left behind by the Big Four may all be related to the evil gods.

This may be only part of the reasoning, but it is certainly not the whole story.

Evan didn't ask, Dumbledore had always been like this, if he didn't want to say it, no matter how much he asked, there would be no result, anyway, he wouldn't hurt himself.

However, it is very likely that the outcome of the matter will not be what he hoped.

Evan sighed and put the nameplate away, ready to rely on his own strength to find out what this thing was and what it was for.

"Just touch the portkey lightly, don't force it!" Sirius motioned to Aven, letting him place his hand on the statue.

It was cold to the hand, and the statue seemed to be alive.

The fear of the unknown rose deep inside Aven, and it was uncomfortable.

He looked nervously at the statue in front of him, at the turban that the Dementor was about to put down, and at the looming mouth inside, and in a trance.

He remembered the method of making Dementors in the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Dark Magic", and unsurprisingly, this magic was also invented by the dastardly Helpo.

Could the Dementors be the same as the weird monsters with holes all over their heads in the centaur temples, all so-called evil creatures?!

Their abilities are so imagined that they act directly on a person's soul.

It's a coincidence that the Patronus Charm will damage them.

Thinking of this, Evan shuddered inexplicably.

"Get ready, I'll count three and go!" Dumbledore said, placing his hand on the dementor statue's robes, "Three, two, one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, too late and too fast, Evan felt a hook slam forward behind his navel with an irresistible momentum.

He lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.

He could feel Dumbledore and Sirius on either side of him, their shoulders bumping into his, then parting again, far apart.

They flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything in front of them.

Aven's right hand clung to the Dementor statue, as if it had a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him over, pulling him over, and ......

His feet hit the ground so hard that he couldn't stand and fell.

Evan had tried Floo Powder and Apparition before, and the travel experiences and feelings were different, but they were all very uncomfortable, but none of them were as bad as using a portkey.

"You still need practice to maintain your balance. Sirius pulled him to his feet.

In front of Aven was an identical statue of a Dementor.

But they were certainly not in the Ministry of Magic now, and the walls of the surrounding rooms were all rough black rock.

The dilapidated floor was rotten and smelled of decay.

In front of them was a small narrow door, which was closed.

The room was like a screaming shack, no one had been here for a long time, it was dusty everywhere, and it squeaked and creaked when it walked on the floor.

Evan suddenly felt very cold, and the cold air came from under his feet, all the way up.

He huddled in a ball, only to realize that this was because of the changes that the large number of Dementors had brought to his surroundings, and although he had not seen the Dementors yet, all the positive, optimistic, and positive emotions in his body were quickly dissipating with the temperature.

Evan had a cruel thought of death, as if he could no longer feel happiness, and his life was meaningless.

The colors were disappearing from his eyes, and the world was soon turning a dull gray-white, which matched Evan's mood, and it was terrible to the extreme.

Although the ground was dirty, he wanted to just lie down and lie here forever.

Beside Aven, Sirius reacted much more than he did.

He had been in Azkaban for too long, and was less resistant to Dementors than other wizards, and he curled up on his stomach.

Sirius's body is changing, automatically turning into a large black dog.

Animal emotions are difficult for Dementors to comprehend and possess more resistance than humans.

Sirius, in the Animagus form, stood up and seemed much better.

Still, his legs were shaking.

"Calling the Divine Guard!" Dumbledore called softly, waving his wand.

White light erupted from his wand, dispelling the cold around him, and the temperature, color, and senses returned to Evan's body, and he lay on the ground panting heavily.

A small phoenix patronus swirled around them, and with each flick of its wings, a little silver starlight fell, and it looked very beautiful.

"Summon a Patronus, but watch out for your magic. Dumbledore said, "With minimal mana output, we don't drive out the Dementors, we defend ourselves." It's not that hard, you can try using this trick. ”

"Divine Guard!" Evan drew his wand, trying to restrain the mana drain.

A silver kitten appeared on his chest, much smaller than the Patronus he usually summoned, but the light on his body was more condensed.

"In addition to defending against Dementors, Patronus has many unexpected uses. Dumbledore smiled and said, "With a few small spells, they can turn into couriers or directly condense entities to attack enemies." ”

Dumbledore told Evan a few new ways to use the Patronus Charm, which gave him a sense of surprise that the spells could be combined in this way.

After a few minutes, they continued their journey.

Sirius didn't change back, and he followed Evan in the form of a big black dog.

Outside the narrow black door of the room is a hollowed-out wooden plank walkway.

A biting cold wind hit their faces, and where they were located was a separate tower, towering into the sky.

You have to cross the plank road in front of you to reach the main building of Azkaban on the opposite side.

Like the rotten floor in the room, the planks on the boardwalk were all in tatters, and they shook as if they might fall down at any moment.

Evan cautiously followed Dumbledore, the reduced Patronus's area of effect was only about half a foot, and the outside of the boardwalk was covered in a thick fog.

He looked as far as he could, but couldn't see anything.

They were surrounded by mist, and for a few seconds Evan felt as if something was passing by him, and he wasn't sure if it was a Dementor.

Although his eyes were useless, he could smell the salty smell of the sea, the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks.

They are on an isolated island, the wizarding prison of Azkaban. (To be continued.) )