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"What a wonderful hidden spell!" Chen Ang sighed.
The sun shines on Chen Ang's fingertips that touch the gate of the castle, projecting a long shadow on the gate of the castle. Chen Ang's palm gradually becomes parallel to the gate of the castle, and the shadow of his hand changes from He leaned out of the door and stretched his hand into the door, but the shadow of his hand stretched out from the door and intersected with his fingers.
Chen Ang turned his hand over, and his whole body changed places with his own shadow.
In front of his eyes, the whole world turned upside down. The shadow of the island where Azkaban was located suddenly became three-dimensional. The island that was still sunny just now turned into a shadow in an instant. Heavy rain poured down from Chen Ang's head, and the strong wind blew wildly. Raging, Chen Ang was on a small island that could only be called a reef. He turned around and saw no trace of the ghost ship he was riding on.
What appeared in front of him now was the real Azkaban, hidden by an ancient hidden curse on an island in a lonely place in the North Sea. Someone used a curse to divide the space here into two worlds. What seems to be protected by a spell in the mist is only the Azkaban in the surface world. Only through the shadow can one enter the real Azkaban.
A short shadow appeared at Chen Ang’s feet, and Gulu walked out of the shadow.
This island is surprisingly small. The entire castle occupies 90% of its land. Azkaban is shaped like a triangular tower. One corner of the tower's front has collapsed, and dementors are flying above it. Huge waves hit the base of the tower, which seemed to be always in a violent storm. The waves hit the rocks at Chen Ang's feet, and the splashing waves splashed on Chen Ang's back.
The dementors dancing wildly in the wind discovered Chen Ang's traces. They roared. This was the sound of the wind, and the dementors themselves did not make any sound. Chen Ang could only smell the rotten smell and death brought by the sea water. Breathing, he saw these black-robed monsters fluttering in the wind. Their hollow shapes were wrapped in black cloth and swooped down towards Chen Ang.
Gulu nervously pulled out the wand behind Chen Ang, and a bright white light on the tip of his wand began to flicker slightly.
"I didn't expect that the dark wizard Bo Jin could actually learn to call for protection from the gods!" Chen Ang thought calmly, and then he inspired the true name given to him by Morgoth. At this time, the existence named 'Chen Ang' gradually retracted Inside his soul, the exterior belonging to Darth Morgoth replaced Chen Ang and became his body and exterior.
At this time, a figure about three times as tall as an ordinary person appeared at the place where Chen Ang disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness, with only a pair of eyes that were as bright as fire, shining like fire in the darkness.
The dementors that swooped down towards Chen Ang saw those eyes and roared as if their decayed vocal cords were vibrating.
In the violent storm, the black-robed dementors who looked directly into these eyes let out the last and first roar of their lives, and turned into a handful of black ashes in the wind and rain. The ashes were swept away by the storm in the blink of an eye.
In the place shrouded by the power of Morgoth, it seemed that the surrounding light was slowly losing. The dementors lost their power and had to land. Their black robes became weak and soaked, hanging on the ground. Morgoth As if absorbing their power and souls as easily as darkness, Gulu became dwarfed in front of Chen Ang, who turned into Morgoth. He crawled to the ground in fear, because he felt that the figure in front of him was the source of all evil and darkness.
The evil power that Dementors are proud of is as tender as a baby and as humble as a slave in front of him.
So much so that Morgoth could easily enslave their souls without much effort. He wrapped his power around them, and the severe pain that eroded their souls made the Dementors struggle continuously. However, they could not refuse such dark power. .
More dementors rushed out of Azkaban's triangular tower. They gathered together, like a black tide gushing out of Azkaban. These jailers rolled in the sky, swooped, and then fell one by one. Coming down and spreading into a puddle on the sea, with his soaked black robe tangled in the water, Bo Jin watched the most terrifying evil creatures in the wizards' stories wailing at Chen Ang's feet.
They had no sound, but the invisible bodies under the black robes twisted and trembled, appropriately expressing their fear, terror and pain.
Morgoth's figure looked back at them, then stretched out his hands, which were like darkness condensed and completely unlike human beings, and pushed open the door of Azkaban The interior of this prison is dark and damp, with space for people to walk inside. Extremely small, Morgoth's figure gradually faded, the black mist slowly dispersed, and the figure inside returned to normal.
He walked into Azkaban, and as he advanced, the darkness inside suddenly??Expanded space.
The ground is damp and rotten, with some Loba worms and carnivorous slugs crawling on the stone slabs of the tunnel, and some awns growing there. When they don't move, they look like a piece of slightly green fungus with eyes, and A few hairy crabs have made their home in the dark corner stone crevices. These magical creatures are usually very powerful, and wizards sometimes have to use special potions to get rid of them.
But as Morgoth gradually approached, a deep dark power gradually enveloped this space.
The bodies of these tenacious little creatures gradually withered and died, and their vitality disappeared into the darkness. The darkness that once protected them suddenly took away their lives.
Rabastan Lestrange is playing with a toad. Since being imprisoned, this has been the only game he can play to vent his madness and despair. The dementor riot just now attracted the attention of most of the prisoners, but Rabastan just shouted: "It's probably those mudbloods from the Ministry of Magic who are causing trouble again!"
"I really hope that the dementors can suck their dirty souls dry."
Rabastan in the prison was completely dirty, and his face was pale and thin under his messy black hair. After shouting a few words, Rabastan wisely shut his mouth because Bellatrix, his sister-in-law, was the one he was most afraid of. St. Lestrange was screaming crazily: "It's him! It's Lord Voldemort, he's here to save us! I knew that Lord may lose briefly, but he will never be with those mudbloods." Fail!"
Rabastan lowered his head again and was surprised to see that the toad in his hand had lost its life.
As if something in the darkness was sucking its vitality, the corpse of this fragile little creature withered into a useless piece of skin. Rabastan felt that the darkness around him seemed to be much thicker, and an inexplicable coldness enveloped him. Body, a trace of energy was obviously draining away from his depleted body.
Rabastan felt as if he couldn't breathe. His mind went blank, and the warmth between his mouth and nose was being sucked away by the darkness. A kind of numbness that was different from a dementor's kiss gradually took control of him. In appearance, his skin was pale. You can see the blue-black blood vessels underneath.
In his blurred vision when he was suffocated, Rabastan, who was pressed against the fence, saw an indescribable figure walking away from the side.
An unspeakable horror made him unconscious and his body twitched (remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com