"Call the gods and call the guard!"

Ike raised his wand, and a brilliant white light flashed from the tip of the wand, rippling like a ripple of water, sending groups of Dementors flying away.

Everyone was stunned, many of them were unable to cast the Patronus Charm, and they had never seen such exaggerated magic.

Just one person to let countless Dementors run wildly, is this really what a minor wizard can do?

"What are you still doing! Defeat Azkaban! ”

McNeil quickly recovered from his shock, shouted, and took the lead in attacking the guards who rushed in front of him but were equally stunned. Greyback was the second to wake up, and with a hideous face and a sinister smile, he let out a long howl and pounced on the werewolves leading his men.

Despite the wands in their hands, the werewolves didn't seem to have any intention of using them, especially Greyback, who, after knocking down a guard, opened his mouth and bit the man's face, biting off a piece of flesh.

"Ah!!h

The screams were piercing, but they made Greyback even more excited. His hands kept creating new wounds on the man's body, and in a moment it was bloody.

Everyone subconsciously bypassed Greyback, even his men.

"That's enough, Greyback."

After chasing away the Dementors, Ike is seeing this cruel, inhuman scene. Frowning, a slight movement of his fingers knocked away the bestial-haired Greyback.

Greyback rolled on the ground several times before standing up, and when he saw Ike with an unkind face, he subconsciously shuddered, and then ran towards the tower in the middle of the island.

Walking up to the poor man who had been tortured by Greyback for half a day, Ike calmly looked at the blur of flesh, and streams of blood were coming out of his throat, but his body was motionless.

With a flick of the wand, a flame fell on the corpse, and it burst into flames.

The entire island was in shambles, and in the face of the fierce onslaught of werewolves and dark wizards, the already outnumbered guards were defeated one after another, and people continued to die.

Fire spells, explosion spells, cutting spells, smashing spells, and even death spells, fire spells, all kinds of magic flew in the air, and most of them hit the ground, causing a mess. The shouts of the spell, the screams of the wounded, mixed with the sound of the waves crashing against the boulders, there was some harmony and beauty.

Ike strolled leisurely towards the tower, occasionally slapping a spell at him, only to be blocked out by a looming silver shield that didn't slow him down even the slightest.

"Little master!"

Under the tower, Greyback and his werewolf men stood by with blood covered in blood and panting, but they did not forget to salute Ike respectfully.

Ike waved his hand, and the werewolves automatically stood behind him, but he raised his head slightly to look at the large wooden door in front of him, which was about three stories high.

"The lockpicking spell doesn't work, little master." Greyback said, grinning at a mouthful of jagged teeth, red with blood, "We haven't found the key yet, and the Explosive Charm can't blow it up, and there's powerful protective magic on it." ”

Ike glanced at Greyback calmly, his right hand raised, and his wand flicked downward. The next moment, I heard a "boom", and the gate collapsed, and a large amount of broken wood shot out in all directions.

Greyback dodged in embarrassment, too suddenly, and there was no time to release the Iron Armor Curse. When the smoke cleared, there were many more wounds on his body, and even a few pieces of broken wood were inserted.

"Is it hard?" Ike said casually, ignoring the iron-faced Greyback and calling out to McNeill.

McNeil is in great form and completely injury-free. After running to Ike's side, he immediately asked, "Little master, what's wrong?" ”

"Let's go in, find those people, you should know them all, right?"

"Of course." McNeil grinned, baring a mouthful of jagged teeth. As he spoke, he walked in first.

The environment inside the tower was very harsh, and there was a strange smell in the air, like a mixture of musty, foul stench, and rot. It was dark, and only the torches on the walls provided a pitiful light.

Along the way, the cells on both sides were full of numb people, who were either slumped on the ground or sat mindlessly against the wall, as if they were not interested in anything.

"Maybe the Dementors just finished eating?" McNeil whispered, "It's been a long time since I've heard of a prisoner being sentenced to a Dementor kiss...... The last one, or Barty Jr. ......"

Ic's face remained unchanged, and he followed McNeil to the end, up the stairs. It was almost five or six floors before McNeil walked out and led Ike to an iron gate.

The guards here are much tighter than those underneath, and there are only iron fences underneath, but here are all thick iron gates, and there is only a small opening on the top, which is probably convenient for providing food to the prisoners.

"Bang!"

As soon as he walked to the door, the person behind the iron gate slammed into it, and a pair of crazy eyes appeared on the small opening on the door.

"Ahh A female voice rang out, "McNeil, oh McNeill, it's been a long time." ”

"It's been a long time, Bella." McNeil said hello casually, and then said to Ike next to him, "Little master, she's Bellatrix Lestrange." ”

"Little master? Little master! Bella's eyes grew more frantic and more dangerous, and she slammed the iron door twice harder, making a deafening sound.

"What did you do! Mcneil! You have betrayed your master! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! ”

"Quiet! You stupid crazy woman! McNeill kicked the iron door fiercely and scolded loudly, "This is the master's student, and the master made us call him little master!" Damn it! ”

"Master? Master! What happened to him? Is he back? Suddenly, Bella's eyes were full of anxiety, wide open, and even a little watery.

"The host is back! Specially let the little master rescue you. McNeil said, "So, put away your madness, damn it!" ”

"Hey, hey, hey, the master is back, the master is back......" Bella quieted down, she left the iron door, as if a little lost, and shook her head and retreated into the cell.

Ike had been calm, and when he saw that Bella was much more honest, he said, "Let them out, McNeil." ”

"Yes, little master."

McNeill blasted the iron door open with an explosive spell, kicking up a cloud of dust. A figure emerged, walked out of it, and after glancing at McNeil, he stared straight at Ike.

Ike ignored Bella as if he hadn't seen it, and after saying a few words, he walked straight to the end of the hallway. With just a slight movement of his fingers, the wall in front of him collapsed, and light shone in through the thick dust.

It was only then that a calm command reached McNeill's ears......

"Go ahead......"

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