In the mist, the three of them continued to move forward in the dangerous plank road, accompanied by the endless sound of the waves, and the road seemed to have no end. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is not only physical, but also mental.

Evan felt like he was moving forward on a path that was destined to have no end.

Negative emotions such as depression, fear, and despair came with the pressure of the fog and wanted to burrow into his body.

He remembered that he had encountered the terrifying monsters with holes in their heads in the centaur tribe before, and the illusions they created were the ones that could make people lose themselves.

Waiting for them ahead will be the monster's fanged mouth.

Thinking that he had found his way to escape from the fog, he found himself in the mouth of the monster before he could rejoice, and hope turned to despair in an instant.

Is this the case now, and will it be the one that awaits them ahead......

They're not going to Azkaban, they're going to die!

Evan took a deep breath to sober himself up, but the cold mist mixed with the smell of Dementors made him feel sick.

He had to say something in order to dispel the growing panic around him.

"There's nothing to see here, what does the main building of Azkaban look like?" said Aven, as if his voice didn't belong to him, rang out from far away.

"It's a huge castle that resembles the main Hogwarts building!" Dumbledore's voice drifted from ahead, "Rumor has it that Salazar Slytherin built Azkaban, and he modeled it after Hogwarts Castle. ”

There was another moment of silence, and when Evan was about to say something more, he suddenly heard a woman's singing sound in the mist, and he couldn't tell which direction it was coming from.

The singing is very beautiful, like a heavenly sound, with a touch of sadness.

Evan stopped and listened in a daze, he had never heard such a beautiful singing, and there was a thought in his mind that he wanted to stand here and listen to it forever.

Time passes slowly, maybe seconds, maybe centuries.

Evan suddenly felt a pain in his right leg, and he came to his senses to see Sirius' giant black dog biting his trouser leg and dragging him forward.

"What's this singing?" Evan muttered.

"It's the Kraken, they're the only creatures here that aren't afraid of Dementors. Dumbledore explained, "In ancient times, banshees used to lie on the reefs of the deep sea, luring passing seafarers with their songs, causing ships to run aground and sink, feeding on the corpses of their crews. ”

Evan remembered this terrifying and magical creature that he had read about in a book before.

The ugly Siren will sing beautifully, tempting passing ships, and Aven used to be only able to rely on imagination, but today he can truly see it.

The method of dealing with the Kraken is also very simple, as long as one closed earbud can listen to the spell, and their fish-man-like body has almost no attack power.

At the end of the boardwalk, a dementor in a black cloak appeared in front of them.

Its body smelled of decay, and its scabbed palms slowly stretched out.

It inhaled hard, but it couldn't breathe in anything because of the Patronus Charm.

Much to the displeasure of the Dementor, it lunged forward, its tattered cloak dragged behind it like a black mist, making a loud shaking sound.

Almost at the same time, Dumbledore's Patronus, Phoenix, stepped forward.

The Dementor recoiled, and it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.

Under the cold pale blue gaze of the old wizard, Evan could clearly sense that the dementor was afraid.

"We've got permission from the Ministry of Magic to visit Peter Pettigrew!" Dumbledore said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.

The Dementor slowly retreated, eventually disappearing into the endless fog.

"Let's go, they're letting us in!" Dumbledore said.

They walked into the building in front of them, and it was pitch black.

Obviously, the Dementors didn't need anything like torches for lighting, and they had no intention of preparing them for the prisoners.

The temperature around him dropped a little bit, and even with the help of the Patronus, Evan couldn't help but feel cold, and the dark building seemed to be an ice vault.

It's like walking into the giant mouth of a monster that chooses people to devour, and is heading into the depths of hell.

The faint glow at the end of the wand flickered in the darkness, seemingly ready to go out at any moment.

There are no guards on the ground floor, and the rooms on either side of the corridor have been converted into prisons.

Through the railing, Evan saw that there were many strange creatures inside, but none of them were human wizards.

In a huge room, seven giant trolls sit side by side.

They sat on the ground with blank eyes, staring at the ceiling with their eyes open, without the slightest anger, ignoring Evan and the others who passed by.

Only the skin on the chest undulates up and down, proving that they are still alive.

"As one of the most evil creatures on Earth, Dementors feed on the peace, hope, and joy in the air around them!" Dumbledore paused and said slowly, "There are so many Dementors in Azkaban that they are scattered all over the island, and their numbers continue to increase, and the prisoners who are held here alone cannot satisfy them, and the Ministry of Magic has to regularly send other creatures here as food for these monsters." ”

Looking at the trolls in front of him, Evan felt sad for their fate.

Get too close to the Dementors, and any good feelings, any happy memories will be sucked away from them.

They have been congregating here for a long time, living like parasites, feeding on the happy emotions of other creatures in this building.

Little by little, they suck their souls, and the ultimate fate of these trolls is to become the walking dead, soulless and evil, with only fear in the shadow.

Moving on, all the creatures imprisoned in the surrounding rooms are like this.

The second, third, and ground floors are similar, filled with a large number of inhuman magical creatures.

None of them are angry, only despair of life and thirst for death.

Not to mention ten years, Evan felt that as long as he was locked up here for one day, he might not be able to stand being driven crazy, driven crazy by the invisible oppressive momentum in the air.

On the fourth floor, human wizards began to appear in the cells on either side of the corridor.

Some of them, like the trolls downstairs, stared helplessly at the only narrow window in the wall, where there was only light in the darkness.

From time to time, Dementors flew by in droves in the fog outside.

In addition to being in a daze, the rest of the people lay on the rusty iron bed and forced themselves to sleep, as if they could escape everything in front of them as long as they fell into a deep sleep.

But from time to time they screamed, and as you can imagine, they were having nightmares. (To be continued.) )