Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

Dumbledore did not continue to speak, he did not seem to intend to explain to Ai Wen, and share his research findings on this strange nameplate.

He must have known what, for a certain purpose, to give this thing to himself.

As for what he said, under the intervention of Ai Wen, the treasure keys left by the Big Four may be related to the evil spirits.

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

Ivan did not ask, Dumbledore has always been like this, if he does not want to say, no matter how to ask, there will be no result, anyway, he will not harm himself.

However, the final development of the matter may not be what he hoped.

Ai Wen sighed and collected the nameplate. He was prepared to rely on his own strength to understand what it was and what its usefulness was.

"Just touch the door key gently, don't force it!" Sirius gestured to Ai Wen, let him put his hand on the statue.

It started to be cold and the statue seemed to be alive.

Unknown fears rise in the heart of Avon, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

He nervously looked at the statue in front of him, watching the headscarf that the dementor was preparing to lay down, and the looming mouth inside, a sigh of relief.

He remembered the method of making the dementors in the book "The Secret of the Dark Arts", no accident, this magic was also invented by the despicable Haierbo.

Will the Dementors be the same as the strange monsters that are in the temple of the Maren, all of them are the so-called evil gods? !

Their ability to imagine is directly acting on one's soul.

And the patron saint will cause damage to them, which is too coincidental.

Thinking of this, Ai Wen had a chill in his name.

"Be prepared, I count three times, and set off!" Dumbledore said, also put his hand on the robe of the dementor statue, "three, two, one!"

His voice just fell, and when he said that it was too late, Ai Wen felt that there was a hook that slammed forward with a hook behind his navel.

He left his feet and flew up.

He could feel Dumbledore and Sirius on both sides, their shoulders collided with him, and then separated again, far apart.

They flew forward like a wind, and they couldn’t see anything in front of them.

Ai Wen’s right hand clung to the dementor statue, as if the statue had a magnetic force, pulled him over, pulled it, and then

His feet fell heavily on the ground and he couldn't stand falling.

Ivan tried the flying powder and the apparition before I traveled. The travel experience and feelings were different, but they were very uncomfortable, but they were not so bad with the door keys.

"You still need to practice to maintain balance." Sirius picked him up.

In front of Ai Wen, it is a statue of the same dementor.

However, they are definitely not in the Ministry of Magic now, and the walls around the room are all rough black rocks.

The dilapidated floor has been decaying and it smells of corruption.

In front of them is a narrow small door with the door closed.

This room is like a screaming shack. It hasn't been there for a long time. It is full of dust everywhere, walking on the floor, making a loud noise.

Ai Wen suddenly felt very cold, and the cold came from under the feet and kept going up.

He huddled, and then realized that it was because a large number of dementors gathered to change the surrounding environment. Although he had not seen the dementors, all positive, optimistic, positive emotions in the body were in response to temperature. Dissipate quickly.

Ai Wen came up with a kind of cruel thought of death. It seems that he can no longer feel happiness, and life loses its meaning.

The color is disappearing from his eyes, and the world soon becomes a dull grayish white, with the mood of Ai Wen, terrible to the extreme.

Although the ground is dirty, he wants to lie down and lie here forever.

Beside Ai Wen, Sirius reacted much more than him.

He had been in Azkaban for too long, and his resistance to the Dementors was worse than that of other wizards. He curled up and squatted on the ground.

The body of Sirius is changing and automatically turns into a **** dog.

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

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

However, his legs are still trembled.

"Call the gods guard!" Dumbledore whispered and waved his wand.

The white light emerged from his wand, dispelling the cold around him, and the temperature, color, and senses returned to Avon, and he slammed on the floor and gasped.

A small phoenix patron is spinning around them. Every time I move my wings, a little silver star falls and looks very beautiful.

"Summon the patron saint, but pay attention to controlling your own magic." Dumbledore said, "You can use the least magic output, we are not expelling the dementors, but doing our own defense. It is not difficult, you can Try this trick."

"Call the gods guard!" Ai Wen pulled out his wand, he tried to restrain the magic consumption.

A silver kitten appeared on his chest, much smaller than the patron saint he usually summoned, but the light on his body was more concise.

"In addition to defending the dementors, the patron saint has many unexpected uses." Dumbledore smiled and said, "As long as they match some small spells, they can become messengers or directly condense entities to attack the enemy. ”

Dumbledore spoke to Avon about a few new uses of the patron saint, which gave him a sense of openness, and the original curse could be combined.

After a few minutes, they continued to leave.

Sirius did not change back. He followed Ai Wen as a black big dog.

Outside the narrow black door of the room is a hollow wooden plank road.

The biting cold winds came in and they were in an independent tower, towering into the sky.

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

Like the decaying floor in the room, the planks on the plank road are all broken, and they are shaking on the top, as if they are likely to fall at any time.

Ai Wen carefully followed Dumbledore, and the narrow patronage was only about half a foot away. The outside of the plank was full of thick fog.

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

They were surrounded by fog, and for a few seconds, Avon felt as if something had passed by himself, and he was not sure if it was a dementor.

Although the eyes have lost their effect, he can smell the salty taste of the sea, and the waves have beaten the sound of the rocks.

They are on an isolated island, here is the wizarding prison Azkaban. (To be continued.)