"Your journey has come to an end, Tom Riddle."

The prisoner cart pulled by Thestrals came to a halt suddenly, and the sound of the wind outside the carriage was like the roar of a huge machine, forcing the Aurors driving the carriage to shout at the top of his lungs.

But without the other party's reminder, Sellers himself could clearly sense the difference here, the temperature in the air had reached freezing, and the cold pierced his skin, bone marrow and even his soul like a steel needle.

When the curtain in front of the prisoner car was lifted, the biting chill became even more unscrupulous.

The imprisoned magic on Cyrus's body was partially untied, but his hands were still tightly locked, and the whole person slammed into the floor of the prisoner car. The Auror reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, picking him up.

This is a very strong Auror, with gray hair and no smile on his face. But in such a place, even the most optimistic person may not be able to laugh. Sellers learned his name, John Delix, when he was put in the prison car.

"Get down!" Delix unceremoniously pulled Cyrus out of the prison cart.

Cyrus suddenly felt colder.

The wind was so strong that it was almost untenable, and it seemed that hundreds of Snape were hiding in the wind to perform "Blade Without Shadow" together, blowing on the body like a knife cut. But Cyrus almost ignored the temperature, and was instead attracted by the terrifying sight before him - even Voldemort's memories barely showed Azkaban.

Cyrus's impression of Azkaban comes from only a few words from his previous novels.

But when you're there, it's even more pronounced.

What caught my eye was a huge black whirlpool, and the strong wind seemed to sweep the dark clouds of the whole world over, and the sky became very heavy and low, as if it was connected with the gray square tower.

Cyrus's pupils shrank.

Azkaban barely has a day or night, let alone the moonlight here.

He suddenly felt very desperate, and he couldn't do without moonlight if he wanted to practice Animagus. First of all, he needs to hold a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a whole month, and it must be from one full moon to the second full moon.

Sellers deliberately kept silent during the trial, just to delay the trial and wait for the full moon to arrive.

The first step is only a time requirement, but the second step is inseparable from the magic of moonshine. On the second full moon, he would put the leaves soaked in his saliva into a small transparent bottle and let it be exposed to pure moonlight.

But Azkaban didn't have moonshine at all.

In this way, even if he is very powerful, he can use his fingers instead of a wand, what is the use of allowing Lucius to secretly send dew and the chrysalis of the ghost-faced moth?

A sense of powerlessness began to sprout in his heart, and it grew rapidly, turning into despair and spreading rapidly.

He felt as if he were a pitiful, faint candle flame looming in an endless storm, a small flame of hope that was fragile and would be extinguished in an instant......

His body was shivering with cold, as if he had fallen into a sea of ice.

"Go inside!"

Delix's cold, powerful roar pulled Cyrus back from despair.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong, it was just that Azkaban didn't have moonlight, and the solution was not nothing, although it was a little troublesome, but not to the point where it would make him fall into despair all of a sudden.

He looked up as he was pointed with his wand by Dlux towards the gray tower—

The Eaters of Souls floated through the air like sharks hovering around their prey, greedily savoring the modest positive emotions in Cyrus's heart. It was this thing that sucked the hope in Cyrus's heart just now, making him suddenly become negative and not want to think about anything.

Now that he came to his senses, he was used to these monsters interfering with him from afar.

Dlux also seemed to be very disgusted and afraid of these monsters, and he did not want to stay here for a moment, so as soon as Cyrus was sent to the inside of the prison, he immediately withdrew from this terrifying place.

There were no Aurors in Azkaban now, and the Aurors were only responsible for escorting prisoners, which was honestly a good thing for Cyrus.

The black waters lapped against the darker reefs, and the only thing on the island that was white and flawless was the lonely and jumble graves clustered together.

"It's the fifth house at Hogwarts, and it's magnificent." Cyrus and Delix walk through the grave, and Delix is not in the slightest interest in a little humor from Cyrus.

If Cyrus amuses the other inmates in the prison, that's news!

Walking into the gray tower, you are greeted by an unbearable stench. Apparently no one had ever taken care of it, and it wasn't as good as a hundred Snape's grease heads piled together.

Stepping through the tower's gates, the prisoners in black and white striped prison uniforms were unkempt and lying on the ground as if they were dead, and there was no welcome ceremony for Cyrus, the "new enrollment", and in fact they were not interested in anything.

"If you want me to say they're cold, aren't they?" Cyrus turned to Delix and said, "How did I hear that the people of Azkaban speak so nicely, and they are all talents?" I thought there should be at least a welcome party, get a chair and a hat in the doorway, and shout: 'Cyrus, Azkaban' and some applause. ”

He didn't expect Delix to answer him, but in fact, the corners of the big man's mouth rarely bent, revealing a cruel smile:

"Nice to talk to? I didn't expect you to go crazy before you even went to jail!

"When you meet the same life sentences as you, you know how nice they are."

These dejected prisoners were actually in Azkaban for a relatively short period of time, and their sentences could be as little as a few months. It's like the big guy who left here for a long time, and that's how he was at the time.

But what about those who have been here for decades?

It's hard to imagine their mental state.

Sellers quickly understood what he meant.

As they went deeper and deeper, the prisoners in the prison became more and more abnormal. If the first batch of prisoners just lost their happiness, as if they opened NetEase Cloud at twelve o'clock in the morning and were completely emo, then the deeper part of the prison is completely an insane asylum.

The prisoners here may be said to be full of energy, one by one, lying on the ground by the wrists, rolling their eyes from time to time, twitching as if they had goats, and howling with unknown meanings coming out of their mouths.

The long-term mental torture made them look haggard and withered, and almost all he saw along the way were Death Eaters who had been imprisoned for more than ten years, and the depths of Azkaban were almost surrounded by Death Eaters.

Their eye sockets were sunken deeply, as if they had put a human skin over a skeleton.

Sellers also saw Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, as well as the third member of the family, Rabastan Lestrange. In addition to this, there are Antonin Dolokhov, Mursebo......

All of them were Death Eaters with names and surnames, and some of them were very old, and they were all the ones who had followed Voldemort since he was in school.

It stands to reason that these people have met Tom Riddle. But when Cyrus passed by the Death Eaters, none of the madmen noticed him. Nor did anyone discover that the new prisoner was actually the "master" they had disappeared eleven years earlier.

They all had their eyes open, but what they saw was no longer what was in front of them. They can't tell the difference between reality and illusion, and what appears in front of them is the most painful illusion of their lives.

"It won't be long before you'll be like them." Dlux violently pushed Cyrus into his cell and locked it.

Cyrus walked into the prison with his head held high, watching Delix leave through the iron bar, he first exhaled deeply, as if releasing all the heavy burdens, and then changed into a relaxed face.

"You're wrong, we're different!"

How can you trap me?

There was also a bright candle flame in his black pupils.