Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In the fog, the three of them continued forward in the dangerous stairway, accompanied by endless waves, and the road seemed to never end.

Not only physically, but also in the spiritual world.

Ivan felt himself, moving forward on a path doomed to no end.

Negative emotions of repression, fear, despair, etc. came with the fog and wanted to drill into his body.

He remembers encountering horror monsters with holes all over their heads in the Horseman tribe before, as well as the illusions they create that can lead people astray.

Waiting for them in front will be the monster's big mouth full of fangs.

Thinking that he could find a way out of the mist and not be happy yet, he found himself as the food in the monster's mouth, hoping to instantly turn into despair.

Isn't it the same now, waiting in front of them won't be...

They're not going to Azkaban, they're going to die!

Ivan took a deep breath to sober himself up, but the cold fog mixed with the smell of a psychedelic and made him feel very disgusting.

He had to say something in order to disperse the growing panic around him.

“I can't see anything here. What does Azkaban's main building look like?” Evan felt like his voice didn't belong to him and rang from far away.

“It's a huge castle like the Hogwarts main building!” Dumbledore's voice came forward, "rumours have it that Salazar Slytherin built Azkaban, as he did at Hogwarts Castle. ”

It was another moment of silence, and Ivan wanted to say something else, and suddenly he heard a woman singing in the fog, not knowing which direction it was coming from.

The song was very beautiful, like the sound of the sky, with a faint sorrow.

Ivan stopped and listened, he had never heard such a beautiful song, and there was a thought in his mind that he wanted to stand here and listen.

Time passes slowly, maybe seconds, or centuries.

Evan suddenly felt a pain in his right leg, and he woke up and saw Sirius turn into a giant black dog biting his pants feet and dragging him forward.

“What is this song?” Ivan muttered.

“It's the sea demons, and they're the only creatures here that aren't afraid of the Phantom. Dumbledore explained," In ancient times, witches often lay on deep sea reefs, seducing passing seafarers with songs, sinking ships against the reefs, feeding on the bodies of their crew. ”

Ivan remembers this horrible magical creature, which he read in his book before.

The ugly siren will sing wonderful songs and seduce past sailing ships. Ivan used to rely only on imagination, and today is a real sight.

The way to deal with sea monsters is also very simple, as long as one earplug listens to the spell, they have little attack power on a body similar to that of a fisherman.

At the end of the stairway, a dementor in a black cloak appeared before them.

Its body smells rotten and its scabbed palms extend slowly.

It inhales hard, but because of the guardian god's curse, it can't suck anything.

This dissatisfied the Dementor, who shouted forward, and the shattered cloak dragged behind him like a black fog, making a loud jittering sound.

Almost simultaneously, Phoenix, Dumbledore's patron saint, faces forward.

The Phantom retreated and it seemed to recognize Dumbledore.

Ivan noticeably felt scared when the old wizard glanced at the cold light blue eyes.

“We have permission from the Ministry of Magic to visit Peter the dwarf!” Dumbledore said calmly that there was no emotion in the voice.

Dementors slowly retreat and eventually disappear into endless fog.

“Come on, they let us in!” Dumbledore said.

They walked into the building in front, dark inside.

Obviously, psychedelics don't need to light things like torches, nor do they intend to prepare them for prisoners.

The surrounding temperature dropped a little further, and even with the help of the Guardian God, Ivan couldn't help but feel cold, and the pitch-black building seemed to be an ice bank.

They're like walking into a monster's mouth, walking deep into hell.

The faint fluorescence at the end of the wand sways in the dark and appears to be extinguishing at any moment.

The lower floors were not guarded and the rooms on both sides of the corridor were converted into prisons.

Through the railings, Ivan sees many strange creatures inside, but none of them are human wizards.

In a huge room, sitting side by side with seven giant monsters.

They sat on the floor staring at the ceiling with their eyes open, not angry at the slightest, regardless of Ivan and others passing by.

Only the ups and downs of the skin on the chest prove that they are still alive.

“As one of the most evil creatures on Earth, the Dementors feed on peace, hope and happiness in the surrounding air! Dumbledore stopped and said slowly," Azkaban has too many psychedelics spread all over the island and the number is increasing. Prisoners held here alone cannot satisfy them, and the Ministry of Magic has had to regularly transport other creatures here as food for these monsters. ”

Looking at these giant monsters in front of us, Ivan is saddened by their fate.

Too close to the Dementors, they suck away any good feelings, any happy memories.

They've been gathering here for a long time, feeding on the happiness of other creatures in this building, like parasites, to feed on them.

They suck souls a little bit, and the ultimate fate of these trolls is to become walking corpses, without souls and evil, with nothing but fear.

Moving forward, this is true of all living beings imprisoned in the surrounding rooms.

The second, third, and bottom layers have similar sights and are filled with a large number of non-human magical creatures.

None of them are angry, some are just despair of life and thirst for death.

Don't say 10 years, Evan feels that if he stays here for a day, he may not be able to stand being driven mad by the invisible oppression in the air.

On the fourth floor, human wizards began to appear in cells on both sides of the corridor.

Some of them, like the troll downstairs, stared helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, the only light in the dark.

From time to time, the dementors are in the fog outside, flying in groups.

Aside from being stunned, the rest of us lay on a rusty iron bed and forced ourselves to sleep, seemingly escaping everything in front of us if we fell asleep.

But they screamed from time to time, imagining they were having nightmares.