The draw starts from Azkaban

Seeing this scene, the old wizard took a deep breath. Ms. Burns stared at the mirror, and many wizards also watched the scene calmly, except for the therapist of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital. Scrimgeour is being treated.

Fortunately, the fireplace here can go directly to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, and with the help of paintings, the potion was poured into Scrimgeour's stomach, but some of these potions have side effects, Scrimgeour Jie's condition is extremely bad at the moment, at least he can spit out a lot of bubbles from his mouth, which is one of the minor side effects.

As for the rest of the side effects.

Scales similar to dragon scales grew densely from his body, and they were mercilessly pulled off. The healer had to use tranquilizers and hemostatic potions to calm Scrimgeour, or at least put him to sleep, Lockhart Standing on the side, he didn't make much effort in dealing with the evil spirit just now - it's not that he just stood on the side and stared blankly, the main reason is that Lockhart seemed to want to do something, but it was also blocked by others Stopped it, everyone didn't believe in Lockhart's ability, it was a miracle that he could stand here and not be sent to St. Mungo's.

Lockhart stood aside, looking thoughtfully at the suffering Scrimgeour.

The forcible extraction and restoration of memories just now severely damaged Scrimgeour's energy, but the memories were still extracted from his brain - the good thing about the magic world is that there is no real, definite answer.

There are many wizards who have studied the soul, both openly and secretly, and all of them have achieved some results. The important thing is that many wizards have different research directions, but they have all researched some theories they want, which can support their ideas. theory.

For example, the theory of the dream of the soul, the theory of the memory of the soul, and the theory of the source of the magic power of the soul.

Just like it is now, the theory of magical memory seems to have proved its role here. The real "soul" was extracted. This is Scrimgeour's request, and it entered the mirror, showing the "original juice" "Original flavor" memory appearance.

As a result, many wizards do not understand from what perspective they should be able to get involved in these kingdoms that theoretically only gods can set foot in.

The picture in the mirror is not stable, it looks like a Muggle closed-circuit TV, which has been disturbed.

"Zra".

"Zra".

It keeps appearing and disappearing.

Of course, this "thrilling" sound did not appear, it just looked similar.

Ms. Bernsch looked at the lake and quickly realized something was wrong.

Because this is Scrimgeour's memory, which means that this is Scrimgeour's perspective, this is not a "reconstruction" of memory, and they are not the third person who entered Scrimgeour's memory, so in this At this time, this perspective is from top to bottom, it seems that there are two people flying.

"Where is this perspective?"

Ms. Burns said subconsciously.

No one spoke, and everyone looked at the castle calmly. Then, the man began to approach here, and they were indeed flying!

The surrounding wind noise was so loud that no one could hear the sound, but it was obvious that they needed to communicate, so a voice came from the owner of this memory, "What did you say?"

It was Scrimgeour who was asking, he was asking the people around him loudly, the wind here is really too strong, to the point where he can't hear what the people around him are saying at all, so strong that the people around him can only use The level of roaring: "What are you talking about? Louder, I-listen-no-to!"

Without using a wand or a spell, a tall figure appeared in their field of vision.Scrimgeour was called "a wounded old lion". To be fair, he was not small, but compared with the people around him, Scrimgeour was not tall.

Because this person is really too tall, like a wall, and his face is also tightly covered, only his eyes under a pair of windproof glasses are exposed, like a deep lake.Ms. Burns saw that they were indeed flying, but they were not flying broomsticks, but some other strange magic props were carrying them. Now they were diving and landed on the ground, but the moment they turned their faces, the old wizard I couldn't help interrupting everyone's focused watching and said, "Is it Dumbledore?"

"No, it's Aberforth Dumbledore, not the Dumbledore you think."

Ms. Burns seemed to have anticipated what the old wizard would say, and acquiesced that the Dumbledore he said was the current Albus Dumbledore of Hogwarts, so the exit reminded, "It is Albus Dumbledore younger brother, the bar owner."

There is no problem here. Before going, Ms. Burns knew that Aberforth went with Scrimgeour, but before he got inside, a spell came over, and Aberforth went with Scrimgeour. Push Scrimgeour away - You-Know-Who arrives.

Aware of this scene, even though they knew that the mysterious man would not come out of the mirror to hurt them, everyone still felt fear and a little bit of suffocation.

Especially when the green curse flashed past their ears, this fear almost reached its peak, because everyone knew what the curse was, and everyone knew that it was the famous [Avada Kedavra], as long as If you are hurt by [Avada Kedavra], everyone will die.

Ms. Burns subconsciously clenched her hands, and the veins on her hands were exposed. It could be seen that she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface. She knew something was wrong from the first glance, because Scrimgeour told She, they entered the castle first, Aberforth chose to stay outside, and first arranged some spells to fight against the mysterious person, but now they saw that something was obviously wrong, and it was Aberforth who faced the mysterious person head-on. People, let Scrimgeour enter the castle in front of him alone!

It shouldn't be like this.

In Scrimgeour's vision, the castle in front of him was as cold as a mausoleum made of stone, before it was transformed into a prison.It was a warm castle, but now, it has become a cold cage, imprisoning a generation of demon kings. Ms. Bernsch looked around and frowned. In her imagination, it seemed to be imprisoning such felons. The place must be filled with a lot of magic spells, but now it seems that there are none.

This place is really too clean, so clean that there are no magic spells here.

like a grave.

At this moment, a voice appeared from above Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour drew out his own wand, looking at it cautiously.

At a glance he saw someone standing on the stairs above.

The man stood on the stairs and looked down.

What kind of man is this?
Just by taking a look, you can feel that this man is now a "broken giant". Ms. Burns can say this. If you tell Ms. Burns now that this person is the famous Grindelwald, maybe Ms. Burns herself doesn't I will believe it, because this person is so different from the Grindelwald in the previous photos. He looks decadent and sloppy, just like a homeless man on the street!