Chapter 383 Wizard Prison Azkaban

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Dumbledore didn't continue to speak, he didn't seem to intend to explain to Ivan, and shared his research findings on this weird nameplate.

He must have known something, and for some purpose, he gave this thing to himself.

As for what he said, with Ivan's intervention, the treasure keys left by the Big Four may all be related to evil gods.

This may be part of the reason, but certainly not all.

Aiwen didn't ask. Dumbledore has always been like this. If he doesn't want to say anything, no matter how much he asks, there will be no result. Anyway, he won't hurt himself.

However, the final result of the matter may not be what he hoped.

Ivan sighed and put away the nameplate. He was going to rely on his own strength to research what this thing was and what it was useful for.

"Just touch the door key lightly, don't force it!" Sirius motioned to Ivan, asking him to put his hand on the statue.

It was cold for a while, and the statue seemed to be alive.

The unknown fear rose deep in Ivan's heart, and this feeling was very uncomfortable.

He looked nervously at the statue in front of him, at the hood that the dementor was about to put down, and at the looming mouth inside, he was in a daze for a while.

He remembered the method of making dementors in the book "Secrets of Cutting-Edge Black Magic". Not surprisingly, this magic was also invented by the despicable Hai Erbo.

Could the dementors be the creations of the so-called evil gods like the weird monsters with holes in their heads that I met in the centaur temple? !

Their abilities, so imagined, act directly on a person's soul.

And the Patronus Charm will cause damage to them all, these are too coincidental.

Thinking of this, Ai Wen shuddered inexplicably.

"Get ready, I'll count to three, and I'll go!" Dumbledore said, putting his hand on the robe of the dementor statue, "Three, two, one!"

As soon as his voice fell, and when he said it later and then quickly, Ai Wen felt that there was a hook behind his navel that slammed forward with an irresistible momentum.

He lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.

He could feel Dumbledore and Sirius on either side of him, their shoulders bumping against his, and then snapping apart, far apart.

They flew forward like a gust of wind, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

Alvin's right hand was glued to the dementor statue, as if the statue had a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him over, and...

His feet hit the ground hard, and he couldn't stand and fell.

Aiwen had tried Floo powder and apparition before, and his travel experience and feelings were different, but they were all very uncomfortable, but none of them were as bad as using a port key.

"You still need practice to maintain your balance." Sirius pulled him up.

In front of Ivan, there was an identical statue of a dementor.

But they are definitely not in the Ministry of Magic now, and the walls of the surrounding rooms are all rough black rocks.

The dilapidated floorboards were decayed and smelled of decay.

Before them was a small narrow door, which was closed tightly.

The room was like a screaming shack, no one had been in it for a long time, it was dusty everywhere, and the floor creaked and creaked when people walked on it.

Aiwen suddenly felt very cold, and the cold air came from under his feet and kept going upwards.

He huddled into a ball, and then realized that it was because of the changes brought about by the gathering of a large number of dementors. Although he hadn't seen the dementors yet, all the positive, optimistic, and positive emotions in his body were rising with the temperature. Dissipates quickly.

Ai Wen had a cruel thought of death, as if he could no longer feel happiness, and life lost its meaning.

Colors were disappearing from his eyes, and the world soon turned into a dull gray-white, matching Ivan's mood, which was extremely bad.

Although the ground was dirty, he wanted to just lie down and lie here forever.

Beside Ivan, Sirius' reaction was much greater than his.

He had stayed in Azkaban for too long before, and his resistance to dementors was worse than other wizards, so he curled up on the ground.

Sirius' body was changing, automatically turning into a big black dog.

The emotions of animals are difficult for dementors to understand, and they have more resistance than humans.

Sirius stood up in his Animagus form, seemingly much better.

However, his legs were still shaking.

"Call God to protect you!" Dumbledore called softly, waving his wand.

White light emerged from his wand, dispelling the surrounding cold, and the temperature, color, and senses returned to Ivan's body, and he lay on the ground and gasped heavily.

A small phoenix patron saint is revolving around them, and every time it flaps its wings, dots of silver starlight fall down, looking very beautiful.

"Summon the patron saint, but pay attention to controlling your own magic power." Dumbledore said, "use the minimum magic power output. We are not expelling the dementors, but doing our own defense. This is not difficult, you can Try using this technique."

"Call God to guard!" Ivan pulled out his wand, and he tried his best to restrain the consumption of magic power.

A silver kitten appeared on his chest, much smaller than the patron saint he usually summoned, but the light on his body was more condensed.

"In addition to resisting dementors, patron saints have many unexpected uses." Dumbledore said with a smile, "As long as they are combined with some small spells, they can become messengers or directly condense entities to attack the enemy. "

Dumbledore told Ivan a few new uses of the Patronus Charm, which made him feel suddenly enlightened that the spells could still be combined in this way.

After a few minutes, they continued to set off.

Sirius didn't change back, he followed Ivan in the shape of a big black dog.

Outside the narrow black door of the room is a hollow wooden plank road.

The biting cold wind hit their faces, and their location was a separate tower building, soaring into the sky.

You must cross the plank road in front of you to reach the main building of Azkaban on the opposite side.

Like the rotten floor in the room, the wooden planks on the plank path were all in dilapidated condition. Walking on them shook for a while, as if they might fall down at any time.

Aiwen followed Dumbledore cautiously, the reduced Patronus' range of action was only about half a foot, and there was thick fog outside the plank road.

He looked as far as he could, but could see nothing.

They were surrounded by mist, and for a few seconds, Ivan felt as if something brushed past him, and he wasn't sure if it was a dementor.

Although his eyes had lost their function, he could smell the unique salty smell of sea water, as well as the sound of waves beating against rocks.

They are on an isolated island, here is the wizard prison Azkaban. (To be continued.)

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