The crescent moon illuminates the dark space, and the buildings in the chaos seem to be covered with a layer of dust. A low roar came from www.biquge.info underground, where there was no boiling magma, only desolation and void.

Dumbledore jumped straight from the top floor, and time was running out. Although the three Aurors had been arranged and their memories had been modified, there was no guarantee that the Ministry of Magic had not discovered Azkaban's anomaly at this time. Be sure to rescue the target before the Ministry of Magic finds out, or everything will be lost.

The speed of the fall is fast, but the speed of the fall is uniform. The three walls of the huge were glowing with metal, and in the darkness around them, the dreams of mad wizards could be heard from time to time.

The prisoners' cells were embedded in darkness, and without the light of the crescent moon of the patron saint, they seemed to be suspended directly in the darkness. The number of layers corresponds to the level of danger of the crime they have committed. At the bottom, at the very bottom closest to the center of Azkaban's hell, is the lair of hundreds of Dementors, which are perennially shrouded in nothingness and chaos. No one knows exactly where the Dementors originated, but legend has it that in the deepest part of the Forbidden Forest, there was once a huge ancient battlefield where the souls of dead soldiers refused to leave the world, and evil wizards created Dementors with the help of the darkest sorcery.

The elderberry was glowing faintly white, and Dumbledore had been falling for almost a minute, and the triangular sky above his head had begun to look like a circular hole. The white phoenix hovered silently behind Dumbledore.

"May you rest in peace. Dumbledore suddenly whispered, his gaze unfocused, as if looking at the void under his feet, and as if looking through the darkness at the passage of time, "Fawkes, there was a time when I was very concerned about how to become a world-famous wizard, and now, I just want my sister to live safely. Even though I know she's not going to be the perfect image in my mind, at least, at least..."

The Phoenix Patronus did not respond, it emitted a milky white light, like a crescent moon in the darkness.

The cold wind that came up directly from the ground with chaotic water vapor made a powerful wizard like Dumbledore feel a trace of cold. Fortunately, the extremely strong will does not care about this little thing at all. The bottom end of the building seemed to be cast the magic of space, and the building looked the same thickness from the outside, but from the inside, the bottom was getting wider and wider, and after more than three minutes of falling, Dumbledore stood on the cold ground of the tide.

The many Dementors had vanished, but the aura of terrible desolation and misery around them had not diminished at all. The light of the Phoenix Patronus could only illuminate the nearest few meters, surrounded by billowing black mist.

As the most powerful wizard of his time, Dumbledore didn't seem to feel any danger. He took out a small glass bottle from his wizard's robes, filled with a liquid as red as blood. Dumbledore opened the cap and drank the liquid from the bottle.

"The potion made from the blood of the tree bee dragon seems to taste and work better, and I must tell Nicol about it when I go back. I hope that during this time, the little girl is doing well. Dumbledore smacked his lips and whispered to himself.

The elderberry staff of "Stars Shine" drew a mysterious trajectory, and countless magical light sources erupted from the wand, like exploding fireworks, and these magic flares with a slight reddish glow in white filled the entire space of the dungeon.

But amazingly, these magic flares did not last long, and the fog in the chaos seemed to be greatly disturbed, and the stars suspended in the black mist were like pieces of sugar cubes, and the light quickly dimmed until it dissolved and disappeared.

"It can suck away the light and at the same time sow emptiness. Same as I thought. It seems that we are running out of time, but fortunately, I have already figured out the direction after a short while. According to William's memory, it should be in that direction. The elderberry staff emitted a strong light at this time, and the continuous squirting of light splinters seemed to carry a terrifying temperature.

From the outside, this huge black-and-gray building looked like it had no such huge ground floor, and Dumbledore walked on the damp ground as if he would never be able to get out of the black fog. Crazy roars and painful dreams kept coming from the darkness, like the ghost of the underlying space, suppressing countless pains and unwillingness.

Fortunately, Dumbledore had foreseen the danger of this invasion, and he was well prepared. The mysterious potion concocted from the dragon's blood made Dumbledore extremely warm at this time.

After walking for more than ten minutes, finally seeing a deeper black shadow in the rolling black fog, judging that it had reached the edge of the bottom, Dumbledore coldly raised the elderberry staff.

"Creatures born of death, get out of there!" Dumbledore, who had mastered the languages of dozens of magical creatures, whispered into the Black Mist in a strange non-wizarding language.

"Mighty wizard, you broke the agreement between us, you attacked the Dementors, you are the enemy of all wizards, you are destined to die here. "One was a giant Dementor three times the size of a normal Dementor, standing abruptly in front of Dumbledore, blocking Dumbledore's path. This terrible creature was a clone of the Grim Reaper, with only two burning hellfires in its hollow eye sockets, and the red light from its eyes shot straight at Dumbledore.

"Greedy creature, you are not worthy to judge me, leave now, lest you be horribly harmed. A wind-like whisper came from Dumbledore's mouth, not the language of wizards, but the whispers of Dementors.

"Haha, pain and hurt are our strengths, do you think I'll be afraid if you threaten me with this?"

"Kill it, Fawkes. Dumbledore, who didn't want to waste his tongue any longer, whispered in wizarding language.

In an instant, countless rays of light erupted from the body of the crescent-like phoenix patronus, and a supernova burned violently in the underworld, which had no light all year round.

"Damn, mad wizard, you're really willing to pay a big price to get rid of me!" The black Dementor, instantly pierced by the scorching white light, retreated frantically, trying to hide in the black cold mist again, but the phoenix fanned its wings and quickly followed.

"No, no, don't follow me, I'll disappear now, I'll disappear now!" the King of Dementors couldn't escape the Patronus's burn, and fled with a wail of pain.

Dumbledore's face turned pale, but fortunately, the dragon's blood potion still provided a steady stream of magic at this time. After recalling the Phoenix Patronus, who had not weakened in the slightest, Dumbledore went to a low door.

"614?the other one is 613, not here, here, 616!" After carefully identifying the number of the room, and making sure that this was the Black cell that William had in mind, Dumbledore pushed open the unlocked cell door.

There was no light inside, but with the glow of a phoenix, Dumbledore saw a wizened humanoid creature leaning against the damp corner of the prison.

The woman was not a skeleton, she was still alive, and when Dumbledore entered, she slowly lifted her skeletal head, her eyes glowing white in the light of the elderwood staff.

The color of the skin was the color of a swollen corpse soaked in water, extremely pale, and there were some spots of mold on it. Unlike the drowned corpse, she was so thin that it was as if her entire body was just a layer of skin on the skeleton. Dumbledore didn't know if the guards in Azkaban would give the prisoners food on time, or even if they would give them food.

The woman looked as if she had never been fed, or that what she had eaten had been sucked away by the shadow of death, her lips were chapped and extremely unhealthy grayish-white, and her shrunken lips looked like they could not even cover her teeth.

The black clothes on her body were still intact, not prison uniforms, and looked like the clothes she wore when she was brought in. The moist air had already applied mold to the clothes by this time.

Those clothes, which were supposed to show off her sexy and full figure, now hung loosely on her skeleton, reminiscent of dried corpses dug up from ancient tombs.

The girl's mother, the man Dumbledore promised to rescue, the sworn enemy of the Order of the Phoenix, the greatest enemy of the Longbottom family, the craziest dark wizard of the Dark Lord, and the descendant of the noble Black family, Bellatrix Lestrange huddled like a zombie in the corner of Azkaban's hell.