Hogwarts becomes host

After being surrounded by a large number of patron saints and the dementors escaping, a lot of the original sense of darkness and oppression was gone.

But Elaine still couldn't figure out how she could be targeted.

"Dementors have taste preferences"

"How is that possible?" a Wizengamot member said helplessly. "But young people are indeed more energetic and energetic than us old people and adults, and no children have ever come to such a ghost place. The dementors probably feel...new and curious."

"Those guys will be curious"

"Who knows, do you want to experiment on other children?"

"How can anyone be willing to send their child here?" another person murmured. "Adair Shafiq is really crazy. The last Shafiq bloodline..."

"Well, I'm sorry, can I use music magic?" Elaine asked shamelessly, but she had no choice but to barrage her like crazy, asking her to sing, "You know, maybe you'll feel better if you sing some uplifting songs."

"It is true that some music is good, but it is not good yet." Dumbledore shook his head and said. "Music can make these dementors crazier, and it will also be very troublesome for the prisoners if something goes wrong."

The reason why the wizards imprisoned in Azkaban were unable to use magic to escape was not because of the magic-suppressing potion, but because of the influence of the dementors, which Elaine had just experienced personally.

When she was so desperate that her thoughts stopped, let alone using spells, Elaine even forgot that she knew magic.

But musical magic has very strong uplifting properties and may return the prisoners to normal, at which point they may retaliate with sneak attacks using wandless spells.

Dumbledore himself is not worried, but he cannot protect everyone in the Wizengamot.

"But it doesn't matter if you want to sing when you leave." The old witch continued, and she smiled kindly at Elaine. "We still have to walk back and use the portkey. It doesn't matter if these damn monsters live or die then. They'll always come out of the corner anyway."

Everyone continued to move forward and soon arrived at the main building of Azkaban.

It was an old fortress, only about two or three stories high, with an obvious Nordic architectural style.

At this time, the number of people in the live broadcast room had plummeted to just over 100 million, and the number of barrages was much less.

Many people report feeling uncomfortable, panicked, and hopeless during a Dementor attack.

The government’s claims sounded ridiculous before, but now we have discovered that they are true, and the effect is much stronger than imagined.

This made most viewers curious and scared, and some even felt that the operation of the live broadcast room should be banned.

Elaine also thought it was ridiculous, how could two different worlds affect each other?

But if you think about it carefully, it was the same as what I meant before. Everyone sees it differently, but this effect can only be seen from the live broadcast room. When watching the video, you can only see the fog.

Perhaps there is a deeper magical secret hidden in the live broadcast room.

But at this stage, it is impossible to refuse to watch it, just as it is impossible to refuse to watch Japanese action blockbusters.

Closing the live broadcast room is even more of a joke. If Elaine doesn’t open it, Adair will help her do it thoughtfully.

Back to reality, upon entering the building, a stench hits your nose.

Fortunately, wizards can cast spells to isolate the smell of animals, the smell of excrement, the smell of decaying food and corpses.

There are no lighting fixtures in the building, because dementors hate light and like darkness.

But ordinary creatures tend to go crazy if they stay in the dark for too long, so there are small windows in each cell to let in some light from the outside - even if there is no light outside.

Elaine looked left and right. There was nothing else in the building, just cells, walls and pillars.

However, there were no people in the cell, but a large number of magical creatures and ordinary animals.

Their eyes were empty, and they fell to the ground with dull eyes. Their pupils trembled slightly with the light. There was no life at all, only endless despair.

Damn it, these animals have done something wrong, animal cruelty, protest

I can understand that the trolls are locked up, but what's going on with those velvet velvets and elves in the back?

There are even ordinary cats and dogs, as well as chickens and cows. Is this a breeding farm?

"professor"

"Dark wizards alone cannot satisfy the dementors' appetite, but according to the agreement, the Ministry of Magic must provide enough food." Dumbledore explained calmly. "These poor animals are their real staple food and the source of food for the prisoners. Newt has always wanted to change this practice, but I personally think that the only way to truly cure this problem is to get rid of the entire island."

When he finished speaking, Elaine seemed to feel the ground vibrate slightly, and two or three passing dementors turned to look at Dumbledore, who looked back at them without hesitation.

Under his indifferent gaze, these dementors lowered their heads and slipped away as if nothing was wrong.

"We all know that the situation here is not good." A member of the Wizengamot said cringingly, "But this place is too evil. It will not only look for you. Dumbledore, you have to think about other wizards." "

"I heard that Adair Shafik has convinced the Muggle government to let Muggles come to the island."

"Are he and Fudge crazy? Muggles can't see dementors, but they collapse faster under this kind of pressure. Not even a chicken can last long."

"Let's go." Dumbledore sighed deeply and led the way forward.

Elaine passed through more cells. Regardless of race or size, the creatures inside all acted the same way - lying on the ground motionless, waiting for death, with only their eyes chasing the light, as if there was hope there.

Some don't even move their eyes, with only the rising and falling of their chests proving that they are still alive.

Elaine felt a little nauseous. She finally understood why Azkaban was scary. Staying in such a place for just one month, not to mention a year, was enough to drive people crazy.

There are fewer and fewer viewers staying in the live broadcast room, leaving only tens of millions of people still holding on.

Everyone climbed up the stairs. The animals were also imprisoned on the second floor. It was not until the third floor that they saw the real wizard.

The cells on the third floor are also different from the other floors. Those holding animals below only have hay, feed boxes, water and windows.

But the cells here have iron beds, sinks and small toilets, and are much cleaner than the two floors below.

But most of them are empty, and because of this, there aren't many dementors here.

"This is an ordinary cell." A member of the Wizengamot shuddered and said. "Our target is on the top floor, the heavy prison area, where all the vicious wizards who have been sentenced to life imprisonment are imprisoned."

"Who to start with"

"Whoever you meet when you walk in, let's start first."

"No, it's faster to ask questions one by one from the inside." Someone suggested, "The farther inside, the more serious the crime, the chance of misjudgment is less, and the atmosphere inside is more uncomfortable. It's like walking into hell. I would rather Come out and get as far away from that place as possible.”

"Who is locked inside?" Elaine asked curiously.

"Sirius Black." A member of the Wizengamot said bitterly, and he let out a disdainful sigh. "He betrayed the Potters and made poor Harry Potter an orphan. Damn traitor."

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