Gryffindor didn't stop Ravenclaw from taking the ominous-looking arch with them, and they followed the same path back, passing the library and the hall where the Dementors were breeding again, and returning to the upper space through the terrifying path of the palms and heads of the dreaded house-elves.

By the time they returned to the island from the original stone chamber, the gloomy sky had turned dark on Azkaban Island.

The Dementors wandered around anxiously, probably out of fear of the massive stone pillar still floating in midair, and they never dared to approach it.

Even though he knew that in the world of memory, he would not encounter any danger, and when he stepped on the scorched earth under his feet again, Sirius subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps because the following experience had shattered the worldview, Sirius finally overcame some of his fears, and he looked at the gloomy but tall stone tower that stood under the dark curtain with a complicated look in his eyes.

It was his own choice that this cold, spiral tower had imprisoned what was probably the most important decade of his life, and just half a year ago, he had always thought that he would never regret his decision, but seeing the tower again today, Sirius was full of mixed feelings.

What changed his mind was not the cruel reality, but the beautiful and ordinary life.

He got to know the brilliant young wizard around him, regained Remus's friendship and innocence, met many innocent young wizards during his months at Hogwarts, and, of course, most importantly, did part of his duty.

Sirius no longer wanted to think about whether the decision was right or wrong, he just wanted to hold on to the good things he had now.

"I'm thinking about something, Godric—"

Neither Ravenclaw nor Gryffindor seemed to have any interest in the towering spiral tower, and after glancing twice, neither of them bothered to go inside.

Ravenclaw stood under the tall and rough stone pillars, leaning up at the looming magic nodes on the stone pillars, and suddenly said,

"In order to hatch the embryos below, these creatures have been killing life in the nearby seas, but sooner or later they will not be satisfied, and in order to hatch more companions, they will leave this sea area and enter human society. These creatures have lost the ability to judge good and evil, and they do not know how to refrain from restraint, which will lead to an early catastrophe, Godric, Muggles can only be killed, and wizards lack the means to punish them. ”

This is a very likely thing to happen unless they can destroy the Dementors before they get out of control, but that's where the difficulty lies.

Gryffindor pondered for a moment, and he glanced around the island,

"The island itself is surrounded by the magic that Helbo has left behind to ward off outsiders, and we can do the same, Rowena, and leave some measures to prevent these creatures from rushing out of the island."

"Ordinary means are useless to them, only the direct suppression of soul power can restrict them from leaving this island, and if we die one day, these means will be ineffective."

"What do you want to do?"

Gryffindor asked, frowning.

It's a tricky question, and Ravenclaw doesn't give an immediate answer.

"I need to think. When I get back to Hogwarts, I'll study the creatures again, and while Helbo didn't create them to torture and slaughter, we have to make sure they don't get out of hand."

Bang!

The stone pillar slowly descended, closing the deep hole in the ground again.

Ravenclaw's fingertips touched the stone pillar and said thoughtfully,

"I can feel that there is something on the land that is the same as this magic wave."

"Leave it to me next time!"

Gryffindor lifted his fiery red hair, which was tossed by the sea breeze, and said with great interest,

"Honestly, Rowena, I don't find it fun to venture with you, you can always figure things out, and there is no challenge in venturing with you."

"I want you to see reality, Godric--" Ravenclaw's ice-blue eyes swept over Gryffindor with a faint hint of displeasure, "we're not taking risks, since Helga sensed those images and made a prophecy, everything we've done has been to prevent the world from falling into eternal darkness one day." ”

Goo Goo –

Suddenly there was an ethereal birdsong around the dark and oppressive surroundings, and at the same time, the darkness around them quickly faded, and Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were still standing under the stone pillars talking, but their voices were like babbling, hazy, and their voices quickly moved away.

"What's going on, Amosta?"

Azkaban quickly disintegrated in Sirius' horizon, and he cried out in panic.

"As we expected, we've always been in the memories of Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, and now that this memory has come to an end, it's time to go back."

Amosta looked at the two founders of Hogwarts who had turned into bright silver threads and gradually disappeared, with a complicated expression.

Amosta's voice was also faint in Sirius's ears, and he wanted to ask something, but a thunderbolt suddenly exploded, and Sirius's eyes suddenly went black, as if he had suddenly drowned in the deep sea, and he couldn't feel anything but suffocation and fear, he struggled desperately, and then—

"Oh!"

Smack!

Sirius, who had suddenly sat up from the deck, slammed open the door that was pressing on him, and the sudden impact made his vision darken, and he almost fainted again. It was only after a long hour that Sirius, clutching his red and swollen forehead, staggered to his feet, pushing away the bent hatch panel that had been pressed against his lap.

Looking up, the starlight above me was graceful and soft.

The sea was calm, and a few seabirds crouched on the broken mast, tilting their heads curiously to stare at Sirius, who looked confused.

It took a moment for Sirius to figure out what was going on, and he turned his head to look at Amosta, who had woken up a few steps before him on the side of the ship, and saw that he was looking into the distance, and following his line of sight, the only island below the clouds was reflected in his eyes purely under the stars.

"We're in?" Sirius asked subconsciously.

Amosta turned, and Sirius realized that Amosta had something in his hand.

It's the Ravenclaw crown and the Gryffindor sword!

Sirius's eyes widened, staring at the two legendary alchemy props that glittered in the starlight, and his breath held his breath unconsciously.

"It's from memory."

Sirius's breathing gradually calmed down, and he smiled freely,

"I'll bet, Amosta, if it were known that you had these two things, you'd never think about it again."

"Hey, there aren't many wizards who have the ability to snatch things from me."

Amosta smiled softly.

The seabird, perched on the mast, flapped its wings and flew to Amosta's hand, gently pecking at his fingers, and there was a pleading in its slightly dim eyes, as if it was looking for something to eat. With a flick of his finger, Amosta flew from the scaly waves to the side of the boat with a thud.

Immediately, the seabirds let out a cheerful low chirp and scrambled for food.

"These things I saw. I'll keep it a secret, Amosta—"

Looking at the powerful seabirds fluttering their wings and scrambling, Sirius, who was silent, suddenly spoke. Amosta raised an eyebrow, and Sirius was looking at him seriously.

Tuk Tuk –

Amosta looked away with a smile and tapped lightly against the side of the ship in the direction of Azkaban, his eyes wandering.

"No, I want you to say—"

Before Sirius asked in dismay, Amosta continued.

His voice was calm, and his deep gaze seemed to penetrate space and time, and he saw some picture of the future.

"But not now, but in the future. If one day I suddenly disappear and you desperately need to find me, then please tell Dumbledore what you see—"

(End of chapter)