Lupin had been standing at the door of the captain's room without moving, Roger was in front of him without fear of a Dementor sneaking up from behind, and any Dementor who dared to come head-on would have to learn his stick that carried out the truth of the Master under the strength of this thing beyond ordinary people.

Knocking the Dementors out one by one, Roger himself muttered to himself, and the things he had encountered recently didn't seem to be very magical... That's true of those demons, and so are these Dementors. Aside from the Patronus Charm, I haven't heard of any spells that Dementors are afraid of.

This made Roger feel like he needed to move closer to being a real wizard... Full Attributes: Life, Endurance. Weapon Mastery: One-handed swords, two-handed swords, heavy weapons. Melee Skills: Block, Critical Hit, Charge, Whirlwind Dance, Critical Strike, Armor Piercing. A magic skill is enough to tap the Holy Light.

Thinking about it like this, there was a burst of unbridled laughter behind him: "Hahahaha... Roger, go sail and leave this bunch of scum to me!"

This self-confident tone reassured the boy that the 'Wisdom Reduction Potion' had begun to work, and that the Dementors could be handed over to Professor Lupin for the time being.

"Protect your stomach!" the professor seemed to be a little overexcited, and the spells were all out of tune by him, and Roger quickly turned around to check his status.

"Don't worry, everything is still under my control~" Seeing Roger turn around, Lupin waved his hand loudly, and then waved his wand again: "Call God Guard!"

Silver-white Eurasian wolves poured out of the staff, constantly being swept out and back with perseverance, and the Dementors immediately retreated like a tide.

Roger knocked on the boat gang with his teeth, causing the boat to move quickly. It doesn't matter what the side effects are, as long as they have an effect. Azkaban's journey was not far away, and the boy thought that this time he would make it to the island.

The wooden three-masted schooner is like an icebreaker, moving forward on the snow-white sea. The shattered thin ice floated on the surface of the sea where the ship sailed, and was quickly frozen by the dementors flying around it.

Ten minutes later, under Roger's best control, the hull of the ship shook, and the keel of the bottom of the ship finally touched the shore of the island. Then, before the boy could lower the hinge disc of the anchor, a loud creak sounded.

Roger, who was afraid of water and didn't even dare to sit on a boat, only watched people play duck boats in the reservoir, and he didn't know anything about how to park the boat with this old antique from centuries ago...

The three-masted sailing ship rushed directly to the shore and began to tilt uncontrollably.

"Oh, yes!" the creature knew something was wrong, picked up Professor Lupin, who was directing the Patronus to have fun, and leaped off the side of the ship before the whole ship was overturned.

"Boom!" Roger jumped into the shallows with the professor in his arm. The island on which Azkaban was founded was ridiculously small, and the huge prison occupied almost every part of the island, with the exception of a ring of walkable reef beaches, the rest of which was icy waters.

Pulling his dislocated ankle out of the crack in the stone, Roger looked up at the close building, and could only feel the giant's height when he stood at the giant's feet, Azkaban was simply majestic under this extremely close observation.

The prison as a whole is a regular triangular prism, which looks down from above and looks down like a perfect equilateral triangle (Roger has architectural drawings), and if viewed from the side, the three walls look like a huge stone monument erected, without any decoration and no windows. The masonry glowed a faint green under the corrosive effects of the sea, and was covered in a layer of frost when the Dementors were stationed all year round, giving the whole a blue-gray glow.

Watching the slow but firm crash of the house's sailboat to the ground, two of the three masts were directly broken, and only the last mast with the sail was still intact. Roger smacked his lips, hoping that the current ship repair yard would still take over the restoration of this old antique...

Carrying Professor Lupin, who was screaming and screaming, Roger slapped aside the dementors who had gathered around him like a fly. The jumper interrupted Professor Lupin's spell casting.

Wading through the sea to the main entrance of the prison, where there was a small dock where there was a stop, but there was no boat to stop here. If the Ministry of Magic had not brought their families to visit, there would normally be no ships anchored here.

Protected by a refill of the Elixir of Joy, Roger pointed in the direction of the prison's stone gates and carried the Pandora rocket over his shoulder, not expecting his magical prowess to open a prison built for wizards.

Pulling the trigger, the rocket, with its orange-yellow tail flame, struck the Dementors who had somehow stopped in front of the boy, and continued to fly backwards with them, hitting the gate solidly.

"Boom!!" There was a loud bang, and the rubble mixed with the fragments of the dementor corpses that had been blown up scattered in all directions, and the large amount of smoke and dust that the masonry explosion should have brought was so small that it didn't even affect the vision under the influence of the humid environment around it.

"Let's go, it's time to get down to business. Roger dragged the deranged Professor Lupin and pulled him out of the Dementors' encirclement.

"Whew, whew... It's finally here—" The professor gasped and sighed with relief. He was almost sucked in a wave of emotion against his face, and he was glad that the mental loss side effects caused by the overdose of the elixir had finally disappeared.

"How's it going, can you hold it up?" The two quickly entered the prison gate, and Roger looked at Lupin, whose gray hair was wet with sweat, and asked, "We still have twenty-seven floors to climb..."

"I'm fine...", the professor's breathing sound became heavier under the effect of the gas mask: "It's just that after the effect of the excess has subsided, my heart is a little empty and uncomfortable." ”

"Yes, you can imagine...", as he quickly climbed the stairs, Roger nodded and said, "Your tone at that time was as if you could do anything, and you would definitely be disappointed if you fell suddenly... Seriously, I actually admired the way you looked at that time. ”

Professor Lupin let out a reluctant laugh, then raised his wand vigilantly in Roger's whisper.

A cell on the second floor, even the outer wall with the cell door was completely blown through, and the huge hole was large enough for an adult of normal stature to enter and exit at will. This corridor was bombed and rubble everywhere.

The stairs of Azkaban Prison do not lead directly to the roof, but the first floor can only go up to the second floor, and the staircase from the second floor to the third floor is on the other side of the floor, so as to prevent the prisoners from escaping as much as possible.

After all, Dementors weren't jailers from the beginning.