Chapter 384 Prisoner of Azkaban
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In the mist, the three of them continued to move forward on the dangerous plank road. With the sound of endless waves, the road seemed to never end.
This does not only refer to the physical, but also in the spiritual world.
Ai Wen felt that he was moving forward on a road that was destined to have no end.
Negative emotions such as depression, fear, and despair came along with the pressure of the fog, trying to get into his body.
He remembered the horrible monsters with holes in their heads that he had encountered in the centaur tribe before, and the illusion they created was the same, which could make people lose themselves in it.
Waiting for them in front of them will be the monster's huge mouth full of fangs.
I thought I had found the way to escape from the fog, but before I had time to rejoice, I found that I had become the food of the monster's mouth, and hope turned into despair in an instant.
Is it the same now? Will waiting for them be...
They are not going to Azkaban, they are going to die!
Ivan took a deep breath to wake himself up, but the cold mist mixed with the smell of dementors made him feel very sick.
He had to say something in order to dispel the growing panic around him.
"You can't see anything here. What does the main building of Azkaban look like?" Aiwen felt that his voice didn't belong to him, and it sounded from far away.
"That's a huge castle similar to the main building of Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice floated from the front, "There are rumors that it was Salazar Slytherin who built Azkaban. What Watts Castle looks like."
There was another moment of silence. When Aiwen wanted to say something more, he suddenly heard a woman's singing in the mist, and he couldn't tell which direction it came from.
The singing is very beautiful, like the sound of nature, with a touch of sadness.
Ai Wen stopped and listened blankly. He had never heard such a beautiful singing voice before, and there was an idea in his mind that he wanted to stand here and listen to it.
Time passed slowly, maybe seconds, or centuries.
Aiwen suddenly felt a pain in his right leg. He woke up and saw the huge black dog that Sirius had turned into, biting his trouser leg and dragging him forward.
"What is this song?" Ivan murmured.
"It's the sea monsters. They are the only creatures here who are not afraid of the dementors." Dumbledore explained, "In ancient times, the banshees often lay on the reefs of the deep sea, luring the passing seafarers with their songs, causing the ships to run aground. Sunk, they feed on the dead bodies of the crew."
Ivan thought of this terrifying magical creature, which he had read in books before.
The ugly sea monster can sing beautifully, tempting the passing ships. Ivan used to rely on imagination, but today he really saw it.
The way to deal with sea monsters is also very simple, as long as you close your ears and listen to the spell, their bodies similar to murlocs have almost no attack power.
At the end of the path, a dementor in a black cloak appeared in front of them.
Its body smelled of rot, and its scabbed palms slowly stretched out.
It inhaled hard, but because of the Patronus Charm, it couldn't inhale anything.
This made the dementor very dissatisfied, it rushed forward with a whoosh, its tattered cloak was dragged behind like black mist, making a loud shaking sound.
Almost at the same time, Dumbledore's patron saint, the phoenix, came forward.
The dementor stepped back, it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.
Under the gaze of the old wizard's cold light blue eyes, Ivan clearly felt that the dementor was afraid.
"We have permission from the Ministry of Magic to come here to visit Peter Pettigrew!" Dumbledore said calmly, without any emotion in his voice.
The dementor backed away slowly, and finally disappeared into the endless fog.
"Come on, they're letting us in!" said Dumbledore.
They entered the building ahead, and it was pitch black.
Apparently, the dementors didn't need torches or anything like that for light, nor did they plan to provide them to the prisoners.
The surrounding temperature dropped a bit, even with the help of the patron saint, Ivan still couldn't help feeling the cold, as if there was an ice bank in the dark building.
They are like walking into the giant mouth of a monster that chooses to eat people, and they are walking into the depths of hell.
The faint fluorescent light at the end of the wand flickered in the darkness, and seemed likely to go out at any moment.
There are no guards on the ground floor, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor have been transformed into prisons.
Through the railing, Aiwen saw many strange creatures imprisoned inside, but none of them were human wizards.
In a huge room, there were seven giant monsters sitting side by side.
They sat on the ground with dull eyes, staring at the ceiling with their eyes open, without the slightest anger, and ignored Ai Wen and others passing by.
Only the ups and downs of the skin on their chests proved that they were still alive.
"One of the most evil creatures on earth, dementors feed on the peace, hope and joy in the air around them!" Dumbledore paused, and said slowly, "There are too many dementors in Azkaban. Ghosts, they are distributed all over the island, and the number is still increasing, and the prisoners held here cannot satisfy them, and the Ministry of Magic has to send other creatures here regularly as food for these monsters."
Looking at the few giant monsters in front of him, Ivan felt sad for their fate.
Get too close to the dementors, and any good feelings, any memory of joy are sucked away by them.
They have gathered here for a long time, like parasites, feeding on the happiness of other creatures in this building and living on them.
They are sucking souls little by little, and the ultimate fate of these giant monsters is to become walking dead, soulless and evil, only fear follows.
Going forward, so are all the creatures imprisoned in the surrounding rooms.
The scenes on the second, third and bottom floors were similar, filled with a large number of non-human magical creatures.
All of them are lifeless, only despair of life and longing for death.
Not to mention ten years, Aiwen felt that as long as he was locked up here for a day, he might not be able to stand being driven crazy, driven crazy by the invisible oppressive momentum in the air.
On the fourth floor, human wizards began to appear in the cells on both sides of the corridor.
Some of them are like the troll downstairs, looking helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, where is the only light in the darkness.
From time to time, dementors flew by in groups in the thick fog outside.
Apart from being dumb, the rest of them lay on the rusty iron bed and forced themselves to sleep, as if they could escape everything in front of them as long as they fell into a deep sleep.
But they screamed from time to time, and it was conceivable that they were having a nightmare. (To be continued.)
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