Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Chapter 1480 Underwater

The Dementor statue was uploaded with a huge magnetic force, pulling Dumbledore, Ivan, and Hallelujah past it, pulling them forward, moving forward...

When Ivan's feet landed again, they came to Azkaban.

Even without Azkaban the Dementors, this place is still unpleasant.

It was summer and the surrounding temperatures were low, as if it were a cold winter, and Ivan's breathing had become foggy.

“Good, no one else, you two can put away your invisible clothes, now you don't have to wear them!” Dumbledore's voice sounds in the dark, "the fluorescence flashes! ”

“Fluorescent flashes!” Ivan also took out his wand, and the golden light of the stars dispersed the darkness around him.

He looked around, and it was a small black room with no decorations and furniture, and the dilapidated floor was rotten and smelled like something was rotting.

Dementors leave indelible marks on Azkaban, and even in their absence, despair still permeates the island.

“This is Azkaban?” Harry also looked around curiously and looked in awe.

“Technically, it's not, it's just an external tower, dedicated to transmission. Ivan explained that" the main building of Azkaban is a castle about the size of Hogwarts, said to have been left behind by Salazar Slytherin. ”

So the Azkaban and Hogwarts architectural styles should be very similar: they were the same period of architecture and were once the castles of the Slytherins.

Unfortunately, because of the fog that has perennially overshadowed it, almost no one has ever seen the whole of Azkaban Castle.

This place is filled with magic and many horrible legends in the minds of wizards, which people are very obscure and reluctant to mention.

So no one's going to compare the architectural styles of Azkaban and Hogwarts Castle to something like this.

“This way!” Dumbledore said, leading Ivan and Harry out of the room.

The last time Evan came, there were two Dementors at the door of the room, and now there are no wizards from the Ministry of Magic.

In fact, there was no one in the building but the three of them until they came down the stairs to the broken wooden stairway.

As Ivan just told Harry, the three-man building is a tower that soars into the clouds, independent of Azkaban, built on a rock far from the island, and only through this stack can Azkaban be accessed.

Outside the stairway, still surrounded by the fog characteristic of the North Sea, the visibility is less than a foot, the fog is blurry and inaccurate, as if something was hidden in it.

Perhaps the Dementors, who did not leave Azkaban, were hidden in the fog and still surrounded the island.

Deep darkness and damp fog make you uncomfortable, and your eyes have lost their role here and you can only hear the sound of the sea slapping rocks.

“Professor, shall we go?” Ivan said he tried to keep his arms straight, and the wand was not bright but little darkness dissipated.

This stairway leads to Azkaban, where there must be a wizard from the Ministry of Magic.

But beyond that, you shouldn't have to worry about people finding them across the street.

The fog is so thick, even if someone is on watch, they should not be able to see anything.

“No, we don't go to jail, get down from here.” Dumbledore said, pointing to the cliff below.

Down?

What's down here?

Besides, how do we get down there?

Dumbledore raised the wand and a thick rope emerged from the end of the wand.

It swayed like a snake, tightening a lap between Dumbledore's waists, followed by Ivan and Harry.

“Grab the rope, Evan, Harry, our destination is in the water below, we're going in.” Dumbledore said the wand had been rowed forward.

As he moved, the other end of the rope was thrown out by force, disappearing into the fog above and not knowing where it was entangled.

Then the end of the rope wrapped around Dumbledore, Ivan and Harry moved and took the three of them down.

Without the fog mask, the process should be quite exciting, but at this point Ivan doesn't feel much, as if he's going down a tunnel with no end point.

There seemed to be no end to the passage until he felt that it might continue like this, and a little bit of ice was coming from under his feet.

It's seawater!

They're already in the water!

At this point, Ivan, they were standing on a black rock submerged in half of the ocean's water, and the waves rolled beneath their feet and bubbled.

Next to them, the tower below had become invisible, melting with the darkness and fog above.

Ivan is still full of doubt. Dumbledore just mentioned their destination in the water below. Are they really going in? Into the sea?

Was it true that he had previously seen the evil god who had died in the deep sea beneath Azkaban?!

Ivan originally thought it was illusory, but if there was something really horrible down there, the Ministry couldn't possibly not have found it.

“Professor? ”

“The remains of Slytherin lie beneath the island of Azkaban, in the sea.” Dumbledore said, "Are you both going to use the Bubble Head spell? ”

“Yes!”

“No problem!”

“Well, let's use this magic. We're going in, and it's going to get colder.” Dumbledore said, knocking on Evan and Harry's shoulders with a wand in turn, "this magic could help you. ”

In an instant, the body becomes warm and ocean, much more comfortable. Then, two funny atmospheric bubbles appeared on Ivan and Harry's head.

Dumbledore also had a bubble in his head, as agile as a young man, who was the first to slip gently from the rocks into the sea and swim down into the pitch-black waters.

Ivan and Harry followed, the sea was cold and bitter, and even magic seemed to have been lost, and Ivan felt cold from the bottom of his heart.

Along with the darkness and the cold, the unpleasant aura grew stronger and deeper, Evan felt like he was covered in despair, as if he was not next to Harry, but a psychedelic.

Ahead, Dumbledore's figure has turned into a tiny sparkling light.

Without the light of the wand, they might not have been able to see Dumbledore.

It was not difficult to dive. Immediately after the clothes were submerged in the sea, they became drummed and grabbed them straight down. They had to be dragged directly down.

Even with bubble isolation on his head, Ivan can still smell a stinging salty smell and seaweed.

Dumbledore led them diving among the rocks of the sea water and swimming towards the pitch-black cracks.

The gap between the rocks was not eye-catching, but the larger the space, Ivan remembered the direction, as they were swimming towards the centre of Azkaban Island.

This feeling, as if they had entered Azkaban, in such a strange way.

Will they dive until they meet the evil god?