Chapter 383: Azkaban, the Wizarding Prison

Dumbledore did not continue talking. He didn't seem to want to explain to Ivan and share his findings from the investigation into the strange nameplate.

He must have known something, and for some reason he gave it to him.

As for what he said, with Ivan's involvement, the key to the treasure left by the Four Founders might have something to do with evil spirits.

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

Ivan didn't ask, Dumbledore had always been like that; if he didn't want to say anything, no investigation would bear fruit. It wouldn't hurt him anyway.

But what happened in the end was probably not what he expected.

Ivan sighed and picked up the nameplate. He was willing to rely on his own strength to understand what it was and what it was useful for.

"Just touch the port key gently, don't force it!" Sirius signaled Ivan to put his hand on the statue.

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

An unfamiliar fear rose deep from inside Ivan, and he felt uneasy.

He glanced nervously at the statue before him, noting the hood the Dementor was about to pull back, and the mouth peering in, entranced.

He remembered the method for making a Dementor in the book "Secrets of the Darkest Art". No wonder this magic had also been invented by Herpo the Mad.

Would Dementors be the creatures of another supposed evil god, like those strange monsters with holes all over their heads that had been found in the Temple of the Centaurs?

Their abilities acted directly on one's soul.

And the Patronus Charm hurt all of them, which was too much of a coincidence.

At the thought of this, Ivan shivered inexplicably.

"Get ready, I'll count to three and we'll get going!" said Dumbledore, placing his hand on the robe of the Dementor statue. "Three, two, one!"

He had just finished, and faster than words could say, Ivan felt a hook behind his navel and stepped forward with irresistible momentum.

He lifted himself off the ground with both feet and flew upward.

He could feel Dumbledore and Sirius on either side of him; their shoulders collided with him, and then they were

separated again, far apart.

They flew forward like a gust of wind, and could see nothing clearly before their eyes.

Ivan's right hand clung to the Dementor statue, as if it had a magnetic force pulling him in, and then....

His feet landed heavily on the ground and he was unable to steady himself, falling.

Ivan had tasted Flu dust and Apparitions before, and the travel experiences and feelings were different. They were all very uncomfortable, but none of them were as bad as this.

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

In front of Ivan, there was a statue of the Dementor himself.

However, they were definitely not in the Ministry of Magic now. The walls of the room around them were all rough, black rocks.

The dilapidated floor had been deteriorating and smelled of corruption.

In front of them was a small, narrow, closed door.

This room was like the screaming house. No one had been there for a long time.

It was covered in dust. Walking on the floor made a creaking noise.

Ivan suddenly felt very cold. The cold came from under his feet and kept coming up.

He huddled down, and then realized that the cold was caused by the large number of Dementors gathering around him. Although he had not yet seen the Dementors, all the happy, optimistic, positive emotions in his heart quickly dissipated with the temperature

The cruel thought of death hovered in her mind, as if she could no longer feel happy, and life had no meaning.

Colors were fading from around him, and the world soon turned pale gray, matching Ivan's mood, terrible to the extreme.

Even though the floor was dirty, he wanted to lie down like this and stay there forever.

Next to Ivan, Sirius reacted much more than he did.

He had spent too much time in Azkaban and was less resistant to Dementors than any other wizard. He curled up and crouched on the floor.

Sirius' body was changing, automatically turning into a big black dog.

Animal emotions were hard for Dementors to understand and they had more stamina than humans.

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

However, his legs were still shaking.

"Expecto Patronum!" Dumbledore called softly and waved his wand.

White light shot out from his wand, dispelling the cold that surrounded him, and Ivan's temperature, colors, and senses returned. He lay down on the ground and gave a loud choked sigh.

A small Phoenix Patronus circled around him. Every time it flapped its wings, white silver stardust fell, looking very beautiful.

"Summon your Patronus, but pay attention to controlling your own magic." Dumbledore said, "Use as little magic as possible; we are not casting out Dementors, but making our own defense. It's not too difficult, you can try this technique."

"Expecto Patronum!" Ivan pulled out his wand and tried to curb his magic consumption.

A silver kitten appeared on his chest, much smaller than his usual Patronus, but the light on his body was more condensed.

"Besides resisting Dementors, the Patronus has many unexpected uses." Dumbledore smiled and said, "With a few small magic spells, they can become messengers or directly condense entities to attack the enemy."

Dumbledore talked to Ivan about several new uses of the Patronus charm, which opened his mind to all sorts of new possibilities. The combination of spells could create new, more powerful spells that were very different!

A few minutes later, they continued.

Sirius didn't change again. He followed Ivan like a big black dog.

Outside the narrow black door of the room was a hollow wooden path.

The biting cold wind blew in, they were in a separate tower, flying into the clouds.

They needed to cross the plank road in front of them to reach the main Azkaban building.

Like the decaying floor of the room, the planks of the plank road were all broken and swaying, as if they might fall at any moment.

Ivan carefully followed Dumbledore, narrowing the range of his Patronus to five feet, and there was a thick fog around the plank road.

He tried to look as far as he could, but could see nothing.

They were surrounded by fog, and for a few seconds, Ivan felt as if something had passed by him. He wasn't sure if it was a Dementor.

Although he couldn't use his eyes, he could smell the salty taste of the sea water, and the sound of the waves hitting the rocks.

They were on an isolated island. It was Azkaban, the Prison for Wizards.