Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Dumbledore did not continue to speak, and he did not seem to intend to explain to Ivan and share his findings on this weird nameplate.

He must have known something and handed it over to himself for some purpose.

As for what he said, with Ivan's intervention, the keys to the treasure left by the four giants could all be related to the Evil Gods.

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

Ivan didn't ask, Dumbledore always did, and if he didn't want to, no further inquiries would come to fruition, because he wouldn't hurt himself anyway.

But the end result is probably not what he hoped.

Ivan sighed and put away his nameplate, ready to rely on his own strength to figure out what it was and what it was useful for.

“Just touch the door key gently, don't push!” Sirius showed Evan his hand on the statue.

It was cold and the statue seemed to be alive.

The feeling of the unknown fear rising deep in Ivan's heart is uncomfortable.

He looked nervously at the statue in front of him, at the headscarf that the Phantom was about to put down, and at the hidden mouth inside, in a trance.

Not surprisingly, he remembers the method of making the Psychic Monster in the book Uncovering the Peak Dark Arts, which was also invented by the despicable Hailbo.

Would the Dementors be like all the weird monsters with holes over their heads in the temple of the Horseman, all so-called evil gods?!

Their abilities are so imaginary that they all act directly on a person's soul.

And the Guardian God spell can hurt them all, which is too coincidental.

Thinking about it, Ivan somehow shook a chill.

“Get ready, I'll count to three and go!” Dumbledore said, also put his hand on the robe of the Dementor statue, "three, two, one! ”

His voice had just fallen, and it was too late to say it. Quickly, Ivan felt that there was a hook behind his navel eye that was moving forward with an irresistible momentum.

He flew off his feet.

He could feel Dumbledore and Sirius on both sides of him, their shoulders colliding with him, then splitting apart, far apart.

They flew forward like a gust of wind and couldn't see a thing in front of them.

Ivan's right hand sticks tightly to the Dementor statue, as if it had a magnetic force, pulling him over, pulling him over, then...

His feet landed heavily on the floor, unable to stand and fall.

Evan has tried flying powder and phantom shifts before, with different travel experiences and feelings, but they are all very uncomfortable, but none of them use the door keys so badly.

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

In front of Evan is a statue of the same Dementors.

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

The dilapidated floors are already decaying and smell like corruption.

In front of them is a small, narrow door, closed.

This room is like a screaming shack, no one has been here for a long time, it's filled with dust, walking on the floor, making a squeaky noise.

Evan suddenly felt cold, and the cold air came from under his feet, all the way up.

He shrunk into a bunch before realizing that this was due to the changes in the surrounding environment caused by the accumulation of a large number of psychedelics. Although he had not yet seen them, all the positive, optimistic and positive emotions in the body were dissipating rapidly with the temperature.

Evan came up with a cruel thought of death, as if he could never feel happiness again, and life lost its meaning.

The colours were disappearing from his eyes, and the world quickly turned dark grey and white, accompanied by Ivan's mood, to the extreme.

The ground was dirty, but he wanted to lay there forever.

Sirius reacted much more than he did next to Ivan.

He spent too much time in Azkaban, less resistant to the Dementors than any other wizard, and he curled to the ground.

Sirius' body is changing and automatically turns into a big black dog.

Animal emotions are hard to understand for Dementors and have more resistance than humans.

Sirius in the form of Animagus stood up and seemed much better.

However, his legs are still trembling.

“Echo guard!” Dumbledore called softly and waved his wand.

The white light emerged from his wand, dispelling the cold around him, and the temperature, colour and senses returned to Evan's body, where he was heavily breathing on the ground.

A little phoenix guardian spins around them, and every time he stirs his wings, a little silver starlight falls, looking very pretty.

“Summon the Guardian God, but be careful to control your magic. Dumbledore said," With minimal magic output, we don't expel the Dementors, we defend ourselves. It's not that hard, you can try this technique. ”

“Echo guard!” Evan pulled out his wand, and he tried to restrain his magic.

A silver kitten appeared in front of his chest, much smaller than the guardian god he normally summoned, but the light on his body was more concentrated.

“In addition to resisting the Dementors, the Guardian God has many unexpected uses. Dumbledore smiled," With some little spells, they can become messengers or simply concentrate entities on attacking enemies. ”

Dumbledore told Ivan a few new uses about the Guardian's spell, which gave him a sense of unmistakable openness, so that the spell could be combined in this way.

They didn't leave until a few minutes later.

Sirius didn't change back, he followed Ivan like a big black dog.

Outside the small, narrow black door of the room is a hollow wooden stack.

The bitter cold winds swept in and they were situated in a separate tower, soaring into the clouds.

It is necessary to cross the stairway in front of you to reach the main building of Azkaban opposite you.

Like the decaying floors in the room, the wooden slabs above the stack were all broken and swayed for a while, as if they could fall at any moment.

Ivan cautiously followed Dumbledore, narrowing the guardian's range of action to about half a foot, and the outside of the stack was full of thick fog.

He tried to see, but he couldn't see anything.

They were surrounded by fog, and for a few seconds, Ivan felt like something was rubbing past him, and he wasn't sure if it was a Dementor.

Although his eyes had lost their function, he could smell the saltiness characteristic of the sea water, and the waves had beaten the sound of the rocks.

They're on an island, Azkaban, the Wizard's Prison.