Chapter 137: Azkaban Wizarding Prison

Maka was in silence and accepted the transfer from the Ministry of Magic's prisoner and Azkaban Dementor.
I can see that the two staff members of the Ministry of Justice trembled slightly when facing the Dementors. Even they are not always in contact with these monsters.
After the required transfer process was completed quickly, they left without using the door key.
Maca is standing beside the Dementors, he can feel that after the last "Mystery Crystal" incident, the Dementors can already sense him. But this induction is still very weak, which makes those monsters have some interest.
Maka glanced at them casually, and then took a steady pace and proactively walked towards the strange blackstone fortress on the island.
According to relevant data, the last owner of this fortress was an evil wizard named "Existence". After his death, all the hidden spells on the island failed, which was discovered by the Ministry of Magic.
As for who built it here, no one knows.
I walked along a path that was also paved with black rocks, and the Dementors seemed to be everywhere. They seemed to wander and wander aimlessly around ...
Under these days, I'm afraid I can't find a prison like Azkaban anymore.
Apart from the dementors, the aboriginal people who guard the prison, there are not many things here to prevent criminals from escaping.
Even the iron gate of that Blackstone fortress was completely lifted.
"Are they so assured of those dementors?" Maca turned her head and looked at the monsters that were almost everywhere, "... well, maybe, it's really reassuring."
What the increasingly stable magic world brings is naturally the life, convenience, and popularization of magic, which makes the combat effectiveness of wizards and the mysteries of the magic world constantly decrease.
For most criminals, this is already an abyss of filled with despair.
After passing through the gate of the tall fortress, and after a long-depleted square, he entered the area inside the fortress.
This is the real prison transformed by the Ministry of Magic.
If following the procedure, Maca should come here under the leadership of the Dementors, and then be put in one of the prisons. But the Ministry of Magic wouldn't have thought of it, it seemed that Maca was here.
摄 In the dark corridor in the fort, Dementors are still everywhere.
But most of them just glanced at Maca subconsciously, and then let him pass by.
After I walked around casually, Maca found that most of the prisons here were empty. Compared to this extremely grand fortress, there are very few prisoners being held here.
But as Maca passed by a window sill behind the fortress, he saw the scene behind the castle.
That is a wide cemetery. Pieces of tombstones were inserted into the ground crookedly from the "back garden" near the castle to the edge of the woods in the distance.
墓 The tombstones closest to the castle have even fallen down. They look old and dilapidated, and people can't help but want to guess, how many years have they spent there?
Maca continued to go up, but the higher the number, the fewer the prisoners, and almost all of them did not respond to Maca's passing.
They are all trying to make themselves fall asleep, although it always wakes them up with nightmares, but it is definitely better than watching one dementor passing by one by one in front of his cell door, like smoking in line for food My happiness is much better!
But when Maca passed a certain cell on the third floor, he saw an old witch whose eyes had not completely died.
"Who ... who are you? Why ... would ..." The witch half-opened her eyes with a little soberness in her expression, she said intermittently, "Are you ... the Ministry of the Ministry to visit the prison?"
Maka looked at her with interest, then shook her head after a while.
"I'm a prisoner like you," he said. "Why, hasn't your soul been completely occupied by negative emotions?"
"... Do you think I am ... how many times ... came in?" The old witch grinned and seemed to want to smile, but it was a difficult thing for her to do, "Hum ... ... I wouldn't compromise because of ... "
Maca looked at her for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and guessed, "Are you Ms Pinkston?"
"... Do you recognize me?" The old witch narrowed her eyes, as if trying to see him more clearly.
"Carlotta Pinkerston, born in 1922, graduated from Hogwarts Gryffindor College, a famous activist, advocates the repeal of the International Federation of Wizards' Secrets Act and is committed to the magic world and Muggles Convergence of the world ... "Maca arbitrarily picked out the information she knew before continuing to ask," In fact, you are still quite famous, because you always violate the Secret Law intentionally. He was sent to Azkaban. "
…… "... this is also a strategy." Ms. Pinkston's eyes widened, "Do you think my claim is correct?"
Maca shrugged, "I don't want to squat here to talk to you about this."
"What do you ... want to do?" Pinkston asked sickly.
But Ke Maka just waved his hand and didn't continue to care about her, stood up and left.
It was only an accident that I met Carlotta Pinkston, which was not in his plan. He kept walking, looking at the prisoners who occasionally appeared in his sight, while walking slowly to higher levels.
Since these unexplained events hindered his research, he had to set the situation first.
Up all the way, Maca was like the master of Azkaban, inspecting every criminal held here.
Finally, in some prison, he saw a woman lying motionless on the ground.
It was a witch like a dead woman. Her dirty, dusty hair spread on the ground, covering her head completely.
The witch's clothes were torn and ragged, and her skin was tinged with bleak death, which was not much different from a corpse.
I wouldn't have thought that she was still alive, if I could still see her rib cage fading slightly with her breath.
"Dang Dang"
Maca reached out her hand and knocked on the iron door of the prison with the chain on her wrist, making several crisp metal impact sounds. The voice echoed in the silent corridor.
The witch's hand seemed to move, apparently she had heard the sudden noise.
"Bellatrix."
Before Maka's tentative words were settled, the witch lifted her head sharply, and under her loose long hair, a pair of paranoid and crazy eyes stabbed at Maka straight.
"... Who are you?" She growled in a husky voice.
Maca ignored her question directly and looked straight into her eyes: "Answer me, are you Bellatrix?"
"who are you!"
The other person's madness was obviously unusual. She shouted hoarsely, clutching the door and fitting, and slammed into a loud noise.
The target is clearly found, so there is no need to continue to talk to her.
Maca turned her head, and she had a solid silvery white light on her hand. He reached out and grabbed the face of a dementor passing behind him, dragging it all the way downstairs.
In prison, Bellatrix, who had fallen into madness, couldn't help but take a half-step back-no way, this behavior of Maca had an unparalleled deterrent in the eyes of all Azkaban prisoners.
It turns out that Dementors are a kind of magical creature with no emotions. Even if the unlucky egg in Maca's hands is struggling, they seem to not see it at all, and he leaves quickly. .
Uh ...
In Little Hamilton, the villagers still refer to an old house here as "Riddle House", although it has been unoccupied for many years.
The house is located on a high hillside, from which you can see the entire village.
The windows of the house were blocked, the tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the creeper crawled across the house.
Riddle House was originally a very beautiful mansion. It was the most spacious and elegant building within a few miles; but now it has become so humid and desolate, covered with traces of time. . UU 看书 www.uukanshu.com
The villagers of Little Hanton agreed that the old house was indeed "weird and scary."
半 A half-century ago, a bizarre and terrible incident happened here. Until now, when the older generation in the village had no other topics, they still liked to pull this out and talk about it.
故事 This story has been told repeatedly, and many places have been fueled with jealousy. No one can tell the truth about the truth.
Alas, every version of the story starts in the same way:
Fifty years ago, Riddle was well-managed and extraordinary; on a clear summer dawn, a maid walked into the living room and found that the Riddle's family died in three breaths.
The maidservant screamed all the way down the hillside, ran into the village, and awakened the villagers.
"... They are all lying with their eyes wide open! They are all cold! They are wearing dinner clothes!" She said.
The policemen were called, and the entire Little Hangerton Village was immersed in surprise and curiosity. The villagers tried to cover up their inner excitement, but they did not succeed.
No one wasted effort, pretending to be sad for the Dear family, because their popularity in the village has always been bad.
老 The old couple are rich, but snobbish, and their adult son Tom ...
Speaking of which you may not believe, he is worse than his parents!
The villagers are concerned about who the killer is. Obviously, it is impossible for three people who seem very healthy to die at the same time.
"Having a big circle, and returning to this place again—" At this moment, in Riddle House, a handsome young wizard was standing by the broken window, smiling outside and chuckling, "Isn't it? Nagy Neh ... "