A huge magnetic force came from the Dementor statue, pulling Dumbledore, Aven, and Harry over, dragging them forward, forward......

When Aven's feet hit the ground again, they made their way to Azkaban.

Even without Azkaban with Dementors, it's still unpleasant.

It was the height of summer, but the temperature around him was very low, like a cold winter, and Aven's breath turned into a white mist.

"Very well, no one else, you two can put away the invisibility cloak, there's no need to wear it now!" Dumbledore's voice rang out in the darkness, "Fluorescent flicker!"

"Fluorescent flickering!" Evan also took out his wand, and the golden light dispelled the darkness around him.

He looked around, it was a small black room without any decoration or furniture, the dilapidated floor was rotten and gave off a foul smell, as if something was rotting.

The Dementors left an indelible mark on Azkaban, and even in their absence, an atmosphere of despair still hung over the island.

"This is Azkaban?" Harry looked around curiously, his expression in awe.

"Not strictly speaking, it's just an external tower, dedicated to teleportation. Evan explained, "The main building in Azkaban is a castle about the size of Hogwarts, and is said to have been left behind by Salazar Slytherin. ”

In this way, Azkaban and Hogwarts should be very similar in architectural style, they are from the same period of architecture, and they were once the castles of the Slytherin family.

Unfortunately, because of the thick fog that has been shrouded in fog for many years, almost no one has seen the whole of Azkaban Castle with their own eyes.

This place is full of magic and many terrifying legends in the minds of wizards, and people are very shy about it.

So, no one compares Azkaban to Hogwarts Castle architecture.

"This way!" Dumbledore said, leading Evan and Harry out of the room.

The last time Evan came, there were two Dementors guarding the door of the room, but now there are no wizards from the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, there was no one in the entire building except the three of them, until they walked up the stairs to the broken wooden boardwalk.

As Evan had told Harry, the building the trio was a towering tower that was built on a reef far from the island, independent of Azkaban, and the only way to access Azkaban was through the boardwalk.

Outside the boardwalk, it is still surrounded by the unique fog of the North Sea, and the visibility is less than a foot, and the fog is hazy and invisible, as if something is hidden in it.

Perhaps the Dementors, who had not left Azkaban, had just hidden in the fog and were still surrounding the island.

The deep darkness and damp mist were so uncomfortable that the eyes had lost their function here, and only the sound of the sea crashing against the rocks could be heard.

"Professor, shall we go?" said Aven, stretching his arm as far as he could, the light of his wand not dissipating much darkness.

Through this boardwalk, you will enter Azkaban, where there should be wizards from the Ministry of Magic.

But with such a distance, there shouldn't be any need to worry about someone on the other side finding them.

With such a thick fog, even if someone is on duty, they should not be able to see anything.

"No, we don't go into prison, go down from here. Dumbledore said, gesturing to the cliff below.

Go down?!

What's down here?

Besides, how do you go down?

Dumbledore raised his wand, and a thick rope emerged from the end of the wand.

It swayed like a snake, and wrapped around Dumbledore's waist, then Evan, then Harry.

"Hold on to the ropes, Aven, Harry, our destination is in the waters below, we're going to get in. Dumbledore said, his wand swiping forward.

With his movements, the other end of the rope was thrown out with force and disappeared into the dense fog above, and he didn't know where it was entangled.

Then, the end of the rope that wrapped around Dumbledore, Aven, and Harry moved, and the three of them fell.

If it weren't for the fog, the process would have been quite exciting, but at this time, Evan didn't feel anything, he seemed to be going all the way down a passage with no end.

There seemed to be no end to the passage, until he thought it might go on like this forever, when a chill came from under his feet.

It's seawater!

They've fallen into the water!

At this moment, Aven and the others were standing on a black rock that was half-submerged by the sea, and the waves rolled and foamed beneath their feet.

Beside them, the towers that descended were no longer visible, blending with the darkness and fog above.

Evan was still full of doubts, Dumbledore had just mentioned that their destination was in the waters below, did they really want to go in?

He had seen the evil god dead in the deep sea below Azkaban in his vision, could it be real?!

Evan had thought it was illusory, and if there really was something terrible under the island, the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have found out.

"Professor?"

"The remains of Slytherin are beneath the island of Azkaban, that is, in the sea. Dumbledore said, "You both use the Bubble Head Charm, right?"

"Yes!"

"No problem!"

"Very good, then use this magic, we're going in, it might get colder in a while. Dumbledore said, tapping his wand on the shoulders of Evan and Harry, in turn, "This magic might help you." ”

Instantly, the body became warm and comfortable. Then, two large comical bubbles appeared on the heads of Evan and Harry.

Dumbledore also had a bubble on his head, and he was as agile as a young man, taking the lead in gently sliding from the rocks into the water, swimming towards the pitch black waters below.

Evan and Harry followed, the water was so cold that even magic seemed to have lost its effect, and Evan felt cold from the bottom of his heart.

As darkness and cold grew, the unpleasant aura grew stronger, and Evan felt as if he were enveloped in despair, as if he were not Harry, but a Dementor.

Ahead, Dumbledore's figure had turned into a small flickering light.

Without the glow of their wands, they might not have been able to see Dumbledore clearly.

The dive was not difficult, and after the clothes were soaked by the sea, they immediately became bulging and heavy, and they grabbed them and sank straight down, eager to drag them directly down.

Even with the isolation of bubbles on his head, Aven could still smell a pungent smell of salt and seaweed.

Dumbledore led them down among the rocks of the sea, swimming towards the dark chasm.

The crevice between the rocks was inconspicuous, but the further inside it went, the space grew larger, and Evan remembered the direction, they were swimming towards the center of the island of Azkaban.

It was as if they had entered Azkaban, in such a strange way.

Will they keep diving until they meet that evil god?