In the middle of the North Sea, huge waves are monstrous.

Like most wizarding prisons in the world, Azkaban's prisons are hierarchical.

The most heinous prisoners were often held at the lowest level, where they were heavily fortified, with an abundance of Dementors and ancient magic far more powerful than the average wizard could imagine.

There was a biting chill in the air, and the chill penetrated the soul.

Karl followed Dumbledore, not knowing what magic the old man had used, and the dark creatures in tattered cloaks were completely undetectable to them.

Carl saw a Dementor pass them by, but he ignored them.

Not to mention the wizard prisoners who are held here, of course.

The number of prisoners in Azkaban was so large that the cells that Karl and Dumbledore passed by were almost empty.

But the vast majority of the prisoners in it have become walking corpses, their eyes blank and lifeless.

Among the many prisoners, Carl saw two familiar strangers.

Bellatrix Lestrange and Sirius Black.

This pair of siblings, the former is almost the same as the long score in the movie, which makes Carl recognize her at a glance-

Dressed in a dirty prison uniform, he sat in a demented corner of the prison wall, muttering meaningless noises and bursting laughter from time to time.

The latter, on the other hand, is a big black dog entirely.

The big dog lay on the ground weakly, scrawny, and Carl could even see his ribs through his black fur.

As he and Dumbledore got closer, the big dog seemed to notice something, and suddenly got up from the ground and sniffed in this direction, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Following Dumbledore, Carl found that Dumbledore had walked past Bella's cell without even looking at him.

And when he walked to Sirius's cell, Dumbledore paused for a moment, looked at the big black dog that was sniffing around, and sighed.

......

The cold and dark stone staircase seemed to never end, and the staircase led to the endless darkness, like the mouth of a monster, devouring everything.

Walking down the stairs, in the darkness, the light from the wands in the hands of Carl and Dumbledore became the only source of light in the cell.

I don't know how long I walked, but at last there were no steep and narrow steps, but flat ground, and one old and one young came to the bottom of Azkaban.

The left eye was still tirelessly feeding back various data, and Karl picked one of them that he could recognize, and according to the string of numbers, he and Dumbledore were now 1,500 meters below sea level.

And here, Carl finally meets Voldemort again.

Through the narrow doors and windows, behind the cold and dark iron door, there was a body floating in mid-air.

Unlike the last time they met, Voldemort had removed his disguise, and his two completely distorted faces were squeezed into the same head, making him look almost indescribably terrifying.

With nowhere to borrow, Voldemort floated completely in the middle of the pitch-black prison, slowly rotating with inertia, and the whole person seemed to be asleep.

"Tom. ”

When Voldemort's face turned to the position facing the Black Prison gate again, Dumbledore whispered his name.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes that seemed to be open and closed opened suddenly, and the scarlet eyeballs radiated a bloody light.

Voldemort's gaze didn't linger on Dumbledore's body for even a second, and directly focused on Karl, a smile appearing on his distorted face, making his face look more and more hideous.

Karl ...... You're finally here......"

As he spoke, Voldemort's scarlet gaze looked up and down on Karl, and finally landed on his left eye, the smile on his face distorted a little.

"It's not a very common eye. ”

After saying that, he finally moved his gaze to Dumbledore's face, "It seems that our benevolent and great headmaster has his own things that cannot be solved. ”

Dumbledore was so pleased with Voldemort's sarcasm that he even became a little lighter.

"As you can see, Tom, I brought Carl here to ask you for a small favor. ”

"After all, there is no one in this world who is better at manipulating souls than you. ”

Dumbledore's voice was calm, and his tone was like two old friends chatting.

However, as soon as the words came out, Voldemort's pupils contracted violently.

The body that had been floating in mid-air and slowly spinning also stopped, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked straight at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked back at him with a smile on his face.

"When did you know!" Voldemort's voice became sharp and harsh, as if rusty iron was rubbing.

There was madness in his voice, and at the same time, there was a hint of fear.

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction at Voldemort's reaction, but did not answer the former's question.

"Speak!!" Voldemort shouted frantically, an invisible pressure brewing in the air.

Carl knew that this was a precursor to an explosion of magic.

Dumbledore, however, was indifferent.

"Tom, you and I both know that you can't threaten me now, your magical talent far surpasses mine, but with your current state, we are at most evenly matched. ”

"Evenly matched, you say evenly matched?"

Voldemort laughed maniacally as if he had heard a big joke.

His laughter echoed in the dark corridors, and it was particularly pervasive.

After laughing for a while, Voldemort's smile snapped back, and his eyes showed endless killing intent.

"Die, old man. ”

In an instant, surging magic poured down on Dumbledore like a flood.

The ancient protective magic of the prison itself is like a layer of window paper, and it can't even be stopped.

In Carl's perceptual horizon, if the magic of the other wizarding prisoners in Azkaban is a starry star, Voldemort, who unleashes a flood of magic at this time, is like a sun.

And that huge torrent is like a storm of the sun.

The terrifying storm of magic even interfered directly with reality, distorting the already faint light.

However, when this torrent of magic was about to sweep everything, it was as if it suddenly hit a wall and stopped there in an instant.

"Tom, I'm glad to see you regain your strength. ”

Dumbledore said in a brisk tone as he resisted all of this.

However, a drop of sweat on the old man's sideburns proved that he was not as relaxed as his tone at this time.

The hallway was eerily quiet, as if nothing had happened.

However, in the Mana Vision, the intense collision of mana forces almost completely obscured the light emitted by the other sources of mana in Cal's vision.

The terrifying torrent of two magical forces had completely filled his horizon, and the entire Azkaban was enveloped in the vast magic of Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Once again, Carl saw the way the top wizards fought.

However, the way he fought this time was completely different from the last time he had seen it.

There are no fancy spells or advanced magic, only pure magic collisions.

And it's this kind of collision, which ordinary wizards can't even imagine-

They simply can't perceive the presence of magic.

And this is also the greatest luck of all the wizard prisoners in Azkaban at present.

It can't be perceived, and nature won't be affected.

But for Carl, the imminent storm of magic almost overwhelmed him, and he instinctively wanted to use all his magic power to fight it.

However, he had to restrain this impulse.

The pressure came from perception, not the magic itself, and the magical collision between Dumbledore and Voldemort was compressed into a very small area between the two.

Like a boulder thrown into the water, Carl was not hit by the boulder, all he felt was the ripples in the water.

However, if he summons his magic to fend off the aftermath, then he will confront the stormy magic of Dumbledore and Voldemort, and his magic will be mixed with them.

When the time comes, he will face the magic of two of the world's top wizards alone.

Fools also know what the consequences are.

(To be continued...... ）