The world has not been destroyed?

Sirius was stunned, and he subconsciously looked at Amosta in the hope of getting an answer, but found that Amosta frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

Rowena Ravenclaw clearly knew what Gryffindor had said, and her eyes dimmed as she stared at the only cloud-shrouded island under the blue sky.

The ship beneath their feet suddenly picked up speed, splitting the waves and quickly approaching the island, and Amosta also put down his thoughts and pointed his eyes at the island. The island of Azkaban is the most heavily defended forbidden place in the wizarding world, and most of the legends circulating outside are about the notorious guardians of the forbidden land, the Dementors, but there is not much description of the island itself.

"Amosta--"

Sirius shrunk his shoulders and shuddered slightly. The sight that gradually cleared up before his eyes reminded Sirius of his days in prison with the Dementors, and the fear that had been carved into his soul caused him to lose his courage and curiosity quickly, even if he knew in his heart that everything in front of him was basically false-

"You're not sure we're in the real world, are we're just a memory?"

"It's almost certain--"

Amosta noticed Sirius's strange appearance, and in the blink of an eye, he understood why Sirius looked so silent. After a moment's thought, Amosta patted Sirius on the shoulder,

"If you don't get used to it, stay on the boat for a while, and I'll just go down with the two of you - I guess the memory we're in knows that Gryffindor and Ravenclaw will be over when they're done exploring Azkaban, and we should be out of it then."

This suggestion was indeed tempting to Sirius, and he hesitated for a moment, and his vision inadvertently touched the sword of Gryffindor's waist and the clattering legs of his robes standing in the wind.

"I'm going—"

Sirius took a deep breath, his body still trembling, but he barely puffed up his chest,

"It's just an illusion!"

Sirius gasped, his tone both explaining to Amosta and encouraging himself,

"I'm a Gryffindor graduate, how can I be embarrassed in front of Godric Gryffindor, and besides, if Jaime knew that I was scared of being like this when I knew it was an illusion, he would have laughed off his big teeth!"

"You can make your own decisions, don't force yourself too much--"

Amosta shrugged.

The boat did not dock on the reef, and when it was still some distance from the island, it came to a halt under the intervention of Gryffindor, floating on the surface of the sea and swaying slightly with the waves.

Amosta and the dodging Sirius, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw did not engage in any conversation.

Further on, it is as if the world has lost its color.

Everything that came into view, whether it was the sky or the sea, or the scorched islands burned by fire, was gray and dark, and everything was so quiet, except for the painful wails of the flowing air as it passed over the islands and raised the cracked rocks of the ground.

"The Jedi above the North Sea, the place of the birth and destruction of death--"

The eerie and terrifying Azkaban made Gryffindor's face heavy,

"The clue you found in the ancient books, Helga's prophecy we have finally found, Rowena--"

Rowena bowed slightly, his eyes dimmed,

"Do you hear the wails of those who have perished in this land, Godric a complete madman, who dare not imagine that one day such wicked people will return to our world, as prophesied by Helga, the terrible future"

"We're here to avoid that, aren't we?"

Gryffindor gripped the hilt of his sword, his fierce gaze forcing back the aura.

Azkaban is not so much an island as a huge flat reef jutting out of the sea.

The only building on the huge stone island is the round tower, which has been polished over the years, and the outer surface of the tower is extremely smooth and can even reflect the ghostly light.

"Something is wrong—"

Sirius finally mustered up the courage to raise his head, he had been tormented in the tower for twelve years, he had no curiosity about the majestic building that towered over the island, his only concern was the Dementor who gave him endless pain, and even the dementor who was deprived of it!

"The number of those Dementors"

Sirius squinted, holding back the discomfort, and said hesitantly.

"See those things, Gryffindor?"

Rowena Ravenclaw suddenly spoke, and Sirius immediately shut his mouth.

"Evil creatures—"

The passionate Gryffindor's tone was full of disgust,

"Yes, I saw it, I've never seen it before, I haven't heard of it, let's go, Rowena, let's go over and see if it's what we're looking for."

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw disappeared from Amosta's world for a moment, and when they reappeared, Amosta, who was already standing on the island of Azkaban, for fear of missing any information, did not dare to delay, took Sirius's arm and body to the island.

Dementors!

In today's wizarding world, fearsome creatures that were already unknown to everyone were few known thousands of years ago.

The island had been untouched for hundreds of years, and Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw were probably the first wizards to set foot on the island after losing its original owner.

The Dementors who roam the shore, for centuries have relied on simple emotions drawn from sea creatures, and the first moment the two legendary wizards of Hogwarts set foot on the island, they fell into madness.

Thirty or forty Dementors hissed, and everywhere they passed, a faint hoarfrost appeared in the air!

The irrational creatures had no idea what kind of mana they were trying to victimize, and when they came close to the two legendary wizards at a distance of about sixty feet, Gryffindor drew his sword and soared into the sky, with a crisp roar that was even more terrifying than the rumbling thunder.

The billowing clouds that hung over Azkaban were pierced through the huge holes, and the golden sunlight poured down.

Gryffindor's eyes widened, and above the sword of lightning flashed, a steady stream of power surged outward, a strange force that seemed to freeze space, and the dementors who approached them were frozen in the air, not even the rotten robes that were possessed.

As we all know, there's only one type of magic that can affect Dementors - the Patronus Charm!

On the island of Avalon, Amosta had also seen Gryffindor's own Patronus, a majestic lion, and at that time, the Patronus also frightened Amosta a lot, because the lion was actually a physical body.

In front of him, Gryffindor once again taught the younger wizards that common sense can be broken, and Dementors are not only Patronus that can be restrained!

And Rowena Ravenclaw on the other side also showed her mana.

She raised her slender wrist towards the Dementors, and the air suddenly twisted hazy, and the one closest to the two of them seemed to be pulled by something, slowly falling towards Rowena Ravenclaw's palm.

The Dementor was tall in appearance, at least a dozen feet, but on the path to Ravenclaw, this Dementor seemed to have been suppressed by some kind of strong suppression, and wisps of black smoke rose from the huge and terrifying body, and as these evil forces left the drive, the Dementor's body quickly shrank, and when it landed on the palm of Ravenclaw's hand, it had become a 'mini' little Dementor.

Gryffindor's gaze fell on the Dementor as well, and for some reason, the weight between his brows grew deeper.

Ravenclaw clasped his palms together, and countless rays of brilliant holy light slipped out from between his palms.

"Stop!"

At the edge of the island, Amosta, who had just landed on the shore, glared at Ravenclaw with murderous intent on his face under Sirius' stunned gaze, and resolutely raised his wand!

(End of chapter)