On the palm-sized book, the name that emerges is twisted and unified.

Ranko stood in front of the stone gate, looking down at Grindelwald, who had chiseled the wall to pieces.

"It's so dangerous."

He grumbled.

"It's really too dangerous to let you run away like this, you can reproduce the corresponding thinking just by the erosion of memory, such a headache guy, it's better to say that it's really you."

Ranko whispered, and raised his arms at the Dementors.

"Up."

Dementors: ......

Oh no, they're the masters of Azkaban, when did the humans treat them as little brothers?

Why don't you take them into account? Are they all so easy to be bullied now?

However, it is really fragrant~

The Dementors chased Grindelwald in the direction, and Ranko raised his legs and headed downstairs.

Azkaban has only one legal portkey, and this portkey goes straight to the British Ministry of Magic, whether it is because of the philosophy of not letting Grindelwald leave here, or because of the fact that the British Ministry of Magic can't find out about their small actions, Grindelwald can't leave.

So, stop him from using the portkey, the top priority.

The Dementors would hold Grindelwald back, but with the Dementors alone, Ranko didn't think they had the skills, at most they could stall for time.

So, Ranko must also stop him before he reaches the Portkey's location.

The strange book in his hand flipped again, and a monster that looked like a monkey, but with a mouth big enough to fit a living person, suddenly appeared.

"Go and drag him."

Ranko commanded the monster.

The monster let out a roar, then ducked to the ground like a native sun, disappearing into Ranko's sight.

In the empty hallway of Azkaban, no one noticed that there was something underneath.

"Otto Silver Carlo Brown Monkey, a 4x-level dangerous animal, lives in a zone with rich ore resources all year round, a group of magical animals, often one to five to eight live together as a family, the body is white like steel, can resist most spell damage, and its strength is also quite strong, and it can achieve the effect of rapid healing by devouring ore."

The left side of the book is still the customary animated magical image, and on the right is the name, as well as the name of its race.

Most of the strange animals included in the weird book are magical animals collected by the Orchid family, some of them active and some of them are passive, but without exception, the named Orchid is the master of these creatures.

The Otto Silver Carlo Brown Monkey who goes to stop it will be 'loyal' and stick to it like a monkey's commandment.

It will be Grindelwald's biggest obstacle.

Taking advantage of the fact that Otto Silver Carlo Brown Monkey had gone to join up with the Dementors to stop Diongo under Grindelwald's control, Ranko hurried downstairs and walked through the stone door on the seventh floor to the tree with its iron-gray foliage and lush greenery.

There were a few more moving skeleton monsters in the pit under the tree, but instead of attacking when they saw Ranko, they stood in place, motionless.

"Well done."

Ranko smiled, took out the weird book and flipped to a page, and put the skeleton monsters away.

These skeleton monsters created with dark magic still carry out the orders he had given him fifty years ago to help him collect these things.

The Dementors were all led away by Diongo, which was controlled by Grindelwald, and under the iron-gray luxuriant foliage, only Ranko was left alone.

Squatting on the ground, Ranko looked at the crockpot on the ground and opened the one closest to him.

Use your wand to pry open the spell that sealed the crockpot, and inside the crockpot, the white liquid is like elixir, sprinkling it to occupy two-thirds of the space inside.

Ranko reached out and stuck some, the viscous liquid felt like it had no substance, the illusory and the substantial, showing two opposite properties in this strange liquid.

"Mental thickener."

Ranko closed the lid, opened the others, looked at them, and found that after more than fifty years of cultivation, these white, peculiar viscous liquids were of quite good quality, and then stuffed them into his pocket.

"Since it is a potion that can resist mental magic and increase the effectiveness of brain occlusion, how can its raw materials be ordinary?"

After putting away the crockpots, Ranko looked at the lush tree.

"Dementors love happy and beautiful feelings, but they can't fully digest them, and they only deceive themselves by absorbing the emotions of others."

What I don't have is taken from others, but when you really take away the happiness of others, you will find that you still have nothing.

This is the Dementor.

And the emotions and memories they eat and cannot digest are one of the raw materials of mental thickeners.

They couldn't digest them, they could only accumulate in their bodies, but Kolanko gave them a nice outlet to vent, so that the memories and emotions that had been deprived of the prisoners could appear here.

The Dementor is a loyal, efficient employee, and the joy and beauty of all of Azkaban are used as raw materials for this potion.

Among them, although the conversion rate of emotions is not high, it can't withstand the precipitation of time and the tireless efforts of the British Ministry of Magic to bring fresh prisoners here.

Their dedication has provided great convenience to Ranko.

"This amount should be able to last for a while."

Ranko walked over to the blasted wall and looked at the black hole in the corridor.

The battle between the Dementors and Grindelwald seemed to have come to an end, and at this time, except for some prisoners in Azkaban, they had nothing to do and made some small movements, and they were so quiet that they could even hear their own breathing.

With black eyes looking around, Ranko listened for a moment, then nodded.

He stepped into the corridor on the seventh floor again.

At this moment, a dark spell suddenly flew from the end of the corridor.

Diongo's expressionless face flickered, and Ranko held his wand in front of him, cracking the dark magic, and striding forward, walking in the direction where Diongo had disappeared.

"If you don't look for the portkey, but come back and kill me, you're quite confident in yourself."

As he walked, Ranko straightened the odd book in his hand and flipped to the page with the name 'Gvo' written on it.

He pulled some black sand out of his pocket and covered it over the name.

Today you are doomed to be unlucky. ’

The silent curse soaked into the strange book along the name, and Ranko closed the strange book, then picked up the wand, placed it on his chest, and silently drew a circle.

Then, as if he had heard something, he listened intently for a moment, and Ranko's eyes sank.

"Two Diongo?"

Diongo, who was controlled by Grindelwald, was already approaching the second floor, the room where the door key was kept, and on the seventh floor, Diongo had just attacked him.

Azkaban and Hogwarts, like Durmstran, cannot use Phantom Transfer.

It is impossible for a person to be so fast, from the seventh floor to the second floor, unless he jumps off the building, there are really two of him.

"Are you sure it's real over there?"

Ranko asked in a low voice, then he paused for a moment, paused, and nodded.

"I see."

Both of these are true.

Ranko continued to move forward, and as he reached the staircase between the seventh and sixth floors, a pale face appeared behind him again.

He took his wand and silently unleashed a spell on Ranko's back.

The green light was like a firefly that silently struck the dark magic professor's back.

But as if the man had an eye on his back, the blood-red wizard's robe fluttered with it, and Ranko avoided the deadly spell with incredible speed.

He then fought back.

The clash of spells was gorgeous, and the Dementors were also lured, only to be forced back by countless black magic.

Dark magic and black magic, black magic and white magic, death curse and cracking spell, spell stop is used by the two to remove all kinds of unsolved black magic, bricks on the ground, walls, and even dementors and those who are forced to get involved, as more and more people join, Azkaban also begins to mess up.

The Dementors guarding the other floors left their duties and rushed to the stairs between the seventh and sixth floors, while the other floors suddenly had fewer guards.

Entangled by the Otto Silver Carlo Brown Monkey, Grindelwald used a spell to tear open the heart of the unusually ferocious magical animal, and then he walked to the portkey and looked up at the top of his head, as if he was staring at the blonde boy.

"Goodbye."

Grindelwald whispered.

Ranko burst into laughter.

"Goodbye."

He smiled at the wizard with his wand in front of him.

“？？” While the man in Diongo's skin was stunned, the green curse of death sank into his chest, and the dementors around him immediately poured into the nest and surrounded him.

It was at this moment that the doorkey that had been opened underwent a strange change.

When Grindelwald realized that something was wrong, the Otto Silver Carlo brown monkey, which should have been dead, suddenly burst out from behind, its pitch-black paws and white steel hair, and then, its hand penetrated into Grindelwald's chest, but was blocked by Grindelwald.

But in this way, he couldn't stop the mutated portkey again.

"You're distracted."

Ranko walked over and looked thoughtful when he saw that Maggs had revealed his true form with his own death.

"Another saint, tsk, Xiaoqiang who can't beat him cleanly no matter how he fights."

Azkaban has two saints, but by no means only two saints.

When did Grindelwald contact this person Ranko doesn't know, the saint is like Xiaoqiang in the corner of the shadows, popping out one from time to time, which makes people unappetizing.

Ranko adheres to the concept of waste utilization and puts away the man's body.

Magus is rare after all, and he plans to go back and see if he can build a living corpse that can use his talents.

"So, let's see what the hell Mr. Grindelwald looks like this time."

Walking lightly to the second floor, he saw that there was only a white-haired monkey with a stiff body and red eyes that no longer felt alive in the place where the doorkey was placed, Ranko looked at the doorkey, and then sighed.

"This guy is really unlucky."

The Portkey happened to be wrong, Grindelwald happened to use it when the Portkey happened to be wrong, the twisted passage happened to lead to Durmstrang, and the school will happened to pick up the wrong call, thinking that the Dark Arts Professor of the house happened to be back.

That's right, exactly.

"This saves Oreo a feather."

Ranko took his wand and flicked the broken portkey, looked at the Dementors who followed behind, shook the book in his hand, and then his figure flashed, and returned to Durmstrang with the Otto Silver Carlo brown monkey that had been made into a corpse.

And after Ranko left, Azkaban, all the people who saw or heard his movements, voices, or dementors, remembered him in their minds as silhouettes of old photographs.

"Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?"

This is a phrase that replays in the minds of most prisoners who hear or see such a person breaking into Azkaban.

The Dementors scattered to all corners of Azkaban as if nothing had happened, and the collapse of the building left behind by the battle on the seventh floor seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible eraser.

Sirius's eyes flashed with confusion, and then he sat down by the wall again and again, looking at the inner courtyard beyond the small hole, and the countless dementors in the inner court, and there was still guilt in his heart that wanted to atone for his sins.

Everything is back to the way it was at the beginning.

Except for one less living corpse in the cemetery, a few crockpots under the trees, a few fewer Dementors, and one less prisoner, no one noticed what had happened in Azkaban in just one afternoon.

There is only one woman, a mad woman.

Sirius heard the woman next door screaming 'Dementors' and yelling 'Don't come, don't come here' and 'Kill me!' There was no other thought than that she had gone mader more thoroughly.

Durmstrang, East Tower.

Professors Danlin and Malfoy stared wide-eyed at Headmaster Karkaroff who was crushed to the ground by Diongo, who suddenly appeared.

The will of the school floated beside it, and it floated beside it with an innocent face.

I didn't expect it, it just happened. ’

Seeing that Ranko came over, the school will spread his hands and took the lead in speaking.

Ranko was silent for a moment, not knowing whether he believed it or not, he looked at Professor Danlin: "How to deal with this?" ”

Karkaroff was knocked unconscious, and Grindelwald's memories were temporarily withdrawn from Diongo's control as they returned to Durmstrang.

Professor Danlin was silent for a long time, until Karkaroff seemed to be about to breathe, and then she withdrew her gaze and used her wand to remove Diongo and give Karkaroff a simple treatment.

Ranko followed up the whole process, and inexplicably felt that the expression on Professor Danlin's face when he moved away from Diongo seemed to be ...... Regretful?

Professor Danlin, how did you become like this, Professor Danlin.

The will of the school is also a look of no reason, hehe, you have a guest at home, you can't decide where the guest is staying?

Do you believe it, he doesn't believe it.

"This injury is not very serious, and it will be fine if it is left for a few days."

Ranko looked at Karkaroff, who was about to vomit blood, and said thoughtfully.

Karkaroff: ......

Do you dare to do it again in front of me?!