There was no gentle wind and drizzle on the sea, but there were fierce winds and stormy waves like ploughing holes.

In the nearly a month at sea, Amosta and Sirius had encountered several bad weather, but each time, they had survived peacefully under the protection of magic, so Sirius did not have any panic or surprise when the bright starry sky quickly faded and the ship's hull tilted more and more violently.

Instead, it was Amosta, who stood at the doorway of the cabin, staring out at the ghost-weeping, ghost-like gloomy, calm world with a solemn expression.

"What's going on, Amosta?"

Sirius, with a glass of red-and-red rum, staggered out of the galley with the swaying hull of the ship, and he saw Amosta leaning against the doorframe, his brow furrowed, facing the roaring sea.

The natural dark clouds pressed low, as if they could reach out and reach them.

Amosta's eyes narrowed in the darkness, like a purple shimmer, and stared at the rolling black clouds that seemed to be within reach of the canopy, and the hand that shook the thunder snake between the clouds, and the hand that clasped the door frame, gradually burst into bruises.

"It's just a rain, nothing to worry about."

Sirius approached Amosta's side, and he shrugged his shoulders in comfort as he noticed the worry in his eyes.

"Not quite really—"

Amosta said cautiously,

"The magic is changing with the changes in the natural environment, and this flow is not unusual, but I have a bad feeling."

Whoever had dealt with Amosta knew who he was, and who had never made bad jokes easily, Sirius removed the glass from between his lips and wiped the corners of his blushing lips. After thinking for a moment, he looked out and hesitated,

"Could it be that when I left the sea near Azkaban, I also encountered a storm, and I survived by going with the flow?"

"I've seen in the accounts that Azkaban is surrounded by some kind of defenses--"

Amosta said succinctly,

"These defenses are very old, they are not left by the Ministry of Magic, but they seem to have been there all along, as if they are a naturally evolved barrier that cannot be crossed, so the Ministry of Magic will be relieved to hold those vicious criminals here. But how did the Ministry of Magic get through that barrier? ”

The rain intensified, and the cracked raindrops crackled on the deck, as if hundreds of men were hammering the cabin with their fists.

"Maybe you're thinking too much, Amosta." Sirius's face was also a little unpleasant, but he still comforted Amosta, "Even if there is some magic near Azkaban, it will not be insurmountable, otherwise, how did I get out at that time."

As he spoke, Sirius's mood turned high, and he stared expectantly at the waves above the head of the bed, and said with great interest,

"If we're really in the range of the magic, Amosta, it means we're close to Azkaban, isn't it, oh, I've been worried about taking the wrong way!"

"It's too early to rejoice—"

Amosta had already grasped his wand, and his tone was still solemn,

"This storm is not normal, it seems to be man-made, but the convergence and divergence of magic is very normal. Just because there's a more sophisticated force that's resisting us coming close to you from Azkaban doesn't mean we'll be able to invade from the outside, Sirius, or maybe you were just lucky last time. ”

Sirius wanted to say something, but—

Bang!

Their ship was propelled forward by a hurricane, and at this moment, a huge wave suddenly hit, and with ten thousand forces, it directly lifted the rusty ship to the height of four or five stories!

Amosta's face changed, and his wand pointed out of the boat, and a screen of purple light flowed out of the tip of the wand like water. The light screen attached to the wall of the ship and spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the entire ship was covered with a layer of purple clothing. This magical barrier holds the cabin in mid-air, suspended above the crazy sea level!

Click!

Perhaps the waves failed to dismember the ship's cabin and angered the sea. The flickering thunder in the lead cloud suddenly became furious. Like the mythical god of thunder holding a whip in his own hand, one after another with the thickness of his wrist, dazzling thunder slashed to the top of the ship with desperate power after lighting up the world.

"Get out of the way!"

Sirius roared hoarsely.

Buzz-——

Amosta suddenly swirled around his wand, and the ship immediately moved, narrowly avoiding a barrage of thunder.

The thunder struck the sea, and the thunder and lightning with surging power seemed to turn the sea into a sea of thunder, and countless fine lightning flashed on the screen like swimming fish, dyeing the gloomy sea level blue.

Although they escaped this wave of crisis, Amosta and Sirius were not too good-looking.

With the help of thunder, Sirius finally saw what was going on, and the situation in front of him simply advanced his knowledge of the sea!

They feel as if they are in the middle of an endless mountain range, where the waves form undulating peaks and valleys beneath their feet!

The world in front of him shook slightly, and the air was filled with the aura of destruction that the world was about to collapse. Cold sweat and bean-sized rain mixed with Sirius's face, and he roared wildly,

"What are you kidding, Amosta, you had foreseen this happening?!"

It was not only the occasional undodged thunder and the storm that struck the magical barrier that protected the cabin, but also a suffocating strange force that Sirius did not feel, but Amosta, who maintained the magical barrier, felt it deeply.

The wind, rain, and thunder shrouded area was out of sight, Sirius couldn't imagine it, and if it was the wizard who made this move, then only the legendary Merlin had the ability to do it!

"It's still to come—"

Amosta gasped slightly, and he said calmly.

The existence of Avalon Island brings the power of the ancient legendary wizard to life in front of him. Sirius was right, he had met them to a certain extent before he started this journey, but even so, the movement still surprised Amosta, especially the pervasiveness that permeated the surroundings, not the power of magic, but the pressure of a higher level of power—

The coercion of the power of the soul!

Sirius was completely stunned, speechless in shock.

Amosta has sensed, he controls the ship to float in one direction, but as he moves forward, Amosta receives more and more suppression, fear breeds uncontrollably in the bottom of his heart, in a trance, Amosta seems to see, hidden in the dark unknown ahead, it seems that there is an ancient giant beast with a hideous bloody mouth, waiting for them to throw themselves into the net!

"There's an old teapot on the table in my room, it's a portkey-"

A thunderbolt once again fell heavily on the deck, and the barrier conjured by Amosta suddenly shook violently, and even the fishing boats under the barrier creaked.

Amosta turned his head to look at Sirius, who was drenched in cold sweat, and said calmly,

"That portkey was made when I was at Old John's house, and it can take you back."

"What do you mean, Amosta?" Sirius froze for a few seconds before he came to his senses, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes burning,

"You want me to escape? That's not my style, Amosta! ”

"I've brought you here to show me the way, Sirius—" Amosta sighed, calmly but resolutely,

"Now it seems that I'm in place, and the rest of the matter is my personal secret, Sirius, and I don't want anyone to get involved, so--"

"Oh, a clumsy lie!"

Sirius exclaimed in disgust,

"You want to leave me behind and face danger alone, don't you, no way, Amosta, since I brought you here, then I have to take responsibility for bringing you back!"

(End of chapter)