Hellbo, meanly - for Sirius, this is just an ordinary name, although there is a separate record of him in the history of magic books, and there are many dark magic books in the forbidden section of Hogwarts, with this name engraved on the title page, but what is there to care about a dark wizard who died two thousand years ago?

But following the memories of the two founders of Hogwarts, Sirius knew he was very wrong!

Horcruxes, split souls to gain eternal life, souls can also be cut?

That's what Gryffindor said, Sirius didn't understand it too much, but the fact that the Dementors were because of the wizards who had too much of a split soul still gave him a lot of fright. As for what Rowena Ravenclaw said, the house-elves were probably created by Helpo to create a race of intelligent beings with magic, Sirius couldn't imagine that this guy's strength had reached the point of life!

"Amosta?"

They eventually set foot on the stairs that ended up in the hands of the house-elves, and no one could look good on such a path, and they tried to avoid looking at both sides of the stairs, and even after death they still maintained a humble and flattering face, and walked in silence.

With a gloomy face, Sirius suddenly spoke, "You've been tracking down Helbo, haven't you?" ”

Amosta was slightly stunned when he heard this, and after a long silence, he nodded slightly.

"But--don't you say!" Sirius was eager to ask, but he suddenly sounded the conversation between the two founders of Hogwarts when he was on it before, and immediately had a terrifying expression,

"This guy is still alive?!"

"I guess so." Amosta said with a blank face, looking like he wasn't in a good mood.

"Lived for two thousand years?!" Sirius's voice distorted, "Also, when we first came in, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor mentioned Merlin, what the hell is going on?" ”

But this time, Amosta didn't give any reply, his eyes focused on the churning magma, as if he had found something.

"Okay--"

Realizing that Amosta obviously didn't want to answer these questions, Sirius shut his mouth stupidly, but within a few seconds, he couldn't help but mutter,

"Looking at the situation here, I don't think Voldemort is that dangerous anymore."

There were indeed some things floating in the magma, the bones of some creatures that had been burned to flesh and blood, most of which were unrecognizable, but Amosta could still find that one of them belonged to a fire dragon. The remains of this fire dragon were much thicker and more hideous than he had seen before, and presumably, belonged to the species of fire dragon progenitors.

Helbo should have used this magma lake as a garbage incinerator, and several people have found some wreckage in the boiling magma, most of which are incomplete, but considering that the remains of these creatures have been soaked in the magma for more than a dozen centuries and have not been burned out, you can imagine how amazing they were when they were alive.

They descended to the level of the lava, and the churning magma was separated from them by a thin shield of magic. As the magma flows, the bones of creatures that cannot be melted are constantly crashing against the barrier with waves of fire, and even though you know that nothing will go wrong, it is still extremely depressing.

Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were not communicating with each other, and they quickened their pace, and in ten minutes they were finally standing in front of a dark door at the bottom of the lava lake.

It was a huge black stone door, and several giant pythons were winding and circling over the door, and the python looked down with realistic eyes, and its large mouth opened to make people feel cold.

"Basilisk--"

Amosta muttered softly, not wanting to think about it, he also knew how to open the door.

Hiss –

Ravenclaw spoke snake again, and Amosta's eyes twinkled, and he took note of the strange tone.

Buzz-——

With a heavy rumbling sound, the gloom that bloomed in front of him quickly engulfed the dazzling glow of the magma.

The room they were in was like a foyer in front of the Hogwarts Great Hall, and there was not a trace of burning in the tall, dark room, and even a chill in the wet air, which was still in the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and felt by Amosta and Sirius.

"There are Dementors here!"

More than ten years of Azkaban's imprisonment had hurt Sirius too much, and as soon as he felt the familiar chill, Sirius subconsciously shrank his body, kept swinging, and even wanted to transform into the form of Animagus.

Bang!

After they all entered the foyer, the door closed automatically, leaving no light source around it, only the faint starlight of the dome. On the opposite side was still a tall stone door, closed in the middle and in the ground, spitting out a steady stream of white silk-like cold smoke.

Looking directly at the door, a realization rose in everyone's hearts that they had probably touched the heart of this underground ruin.

As they approached, the door opened automatically, revealing a room that was no bigger than the temple hall on Avalon.

Gryffindor raised his sword for the third time after arriving on the island, but this time, he was stopped by Ravenclaw.

"It doesn't make sense, Godric—"

There was a gloom in Ravenclaw's beautiful face, and she said wearily,

"We've tried, and we can't destroy this creature."

"What the hell is this?"

Sirius' eyes were blank, and he stared down the hall, his mind distracted, unable to make any rational judgment.

Call--

Amosta sighed deeply, his face heavy,

"Probably. This is the Dementors' 'processing shop'—"

The huge hall, from the stone door they entered, knew that the eye was out of sight on the other side, and every few paces, there was a beautiful halo of brilliant white light floating a few feet above the ground. It's like a dizzying nebula in the cold and bleak universe that is suspended.

Nebulae give birth to stars, and in the halo in front of them, there is a mutilated humanoid silhouette.

Gryffindor's palm swept over the halos, and the scattered sand of light drifted through the gloomy air like frolicking stars.

"It's . The deprived psychic power of the creatures of the nearby seas? ”

Gryffindor asked in a heavy tone, and after this conclusion was anything to be obtained from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor shook his head and sighed,

"The good mind has become a breeding ground for evil, and Helbo must stop this guy from coming, otherwise, all magical civilizations and the Muggle world will face extinction."

Ravenclaw seemed to see a deeper connection, and she sighed likewise,

"These psychic powers come from the Dementors we see above, they kill lives, and the power they draw is conveyed here, giving birth to more companions."

Sirius's face was gloomy, and at a glance, there were about a few thousand Dementor embryos in the hall, and if these Dementors were all conceived, if nothing else, this alone would be a catastrophe for the wizarding world.

The farther they went, the more the broken souls in the halo got closer to the form of the Dementors they knew, and when they reached the innermost point, the black shadows in the halo were already wandering around in the 'eggshell', and they felt the approaching Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and couldn't wait to hit the hotbed that gave birth to them.

Ravenclaw stopped, pausing in front of an embryo that was about to mature, her ice-blue gaze dissecting the Dementor's roots, but as she continued to observe, her face became darker and darker.

"Helmo - he cultivated those souls that had lost their color into indestructible creatures in this way, and finally such an evil and special life race would have been born long ago."

Ravenclaw turned his gaze to Gryffindor,

"And for us, we have to destroy all the individuals of this race, and leave one behind, and then we will fail--"

(End of chapter)