Chapter 138

In silence, Maka accepted the handover between the prison personnel of the Ministry of magic and the Azkaban Dementor.

It can be seen that the hands of the two prison personnel of the Ministry of magic were trembling slightly when facing the Dementors. Even they don't often come into contact with these monsters.

After the specified handover process was quickly completed, they left without looking back with the door key.

Maka stood beside the Dementors. He could feel that after the last "enigmatic crystal" incident, the Dementors could sense him. But this feeling is still very weak, which makes those monsters have some lack of interest.

Maka glanced at them casually, and then walked steadily towards the strange black stone fortress on the island.

According to relevant records, the last owner of this fortress was an evil wizard named "aestis". After his death, all the hidden spells on the island failed, which was discovered by the Ministry of magic.

No one knows who built it in the first place.

Along a path paved with black rocks, Dementors seem to be everywhere. They seem to wander and wander aimlessly around

At the end of the day, I'm afraid I'll never find a prison like Azkaban again.

Apart from the Dementors, the aboriginal prison guards, there are not many things set up here to prevent criminals from escaping.

Even the iron gates of the Blackstone fortress are completely suspended.

"Are they so relieved of those Dementors?" Maka looked back and looked at the monsters 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 exploration of various mysteries in the magic world decline constantly.

For the vast majority of criminals, it is already an abyss of despair.

Through the tall fortress gate, after passing a long deserted square, he entered the inner area of the fortress.

This is the real prison transformed by the Ministry of magic.

According to the process, Maka should come here under the leadership of Dementors and be put in one of the prisons. But the Ministry of magic never thought that Maka was in her own territory here.

Dementors can still be seen everywhere in the dark corridors of the fortress.

But most of them just subconsciously "looked" at Maka, and then let him pass by.

After a random circle, Maka found that most of the prisons here were empty. Compared with this huge fortress, there are very few prisoners here.

But when Maka passed a windowsill behind the fort, he saw the scene behind the castle.

It was a wide cemetery, with tombstones lying on the ground, extending from the "back garden" near the castle to the edge of the woods in the distance.

The tombstones closest to the castle have even fallen down. They look old and dilapidated. People can't help wondering how many years they have spent there?

Maka continued to go up, but the more up, the fewer the number of prisoners, and almost all of them had no response to Maka's experience.

They are all trying to make themselves fall asleep. Although it will always wake them up because of nightmares, it is definitely better than watching Dementors pass by their prison door one after another and suck their happiness like waiting in line to eat!

But when Maka passed a cell on the third floor, he saw an old witch whose eyes were not completely dead.

"You... Who are you? How... Can..." the witch half opened her eyes and looked confused with a little soberness. She said intermittently, "are you... The person from the Ministry of magic to visit the prison?"

Maka looked at her with interest and 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?"

"... how many times do you think I came in?" the old witch grinned as if she wanted to smile, but it was very difficult for her to do, "hum... I won't compromise because of... This."

Maka looked at her and thought for a while. She suddenly raised her eyebrows and guessed, "are you Ms. Pinkston?"

"... do you recognize me?" the old witch narrowed her eyes, as if to see him more clearly.

"Carlotta Pinkston, born in 1922 and graduated from Gryffindor college in Hogwarts, is a famous activist who advocates the abolition of the International Federation of wizards Secrecy Act and is committed to the integration of the magical and Muggle worlds..." Maka randomly picked out some of the information she knew, and then continued to ask, "In fact, you are quite famous because you will always be sent to Azkaban for deliberately violating the confidentiality act."

"... it's also a strategy." Ms. Pinkston's eyes widened. "Do you think I'm right?"

Maka shrugged and said, "I don't want to squat here and talk to you about this."

"What do you... Want to do?" Pinkston asked sickly.

But Maka just waved her hand, didn't continue to pay attention to her, stood up and left directly.

Meeting Carlotta Pinkston was just an accident, which was not part of his plan. He kept walking, looking casually at the prisoners who occasionally appeared in his sight, and walking slowly to a higher level.

Since these unexplained incidents hindered his research process, he had to arrange the situation first.

All the way up, Maka was like the master of Azkaban, inspecting every criminal locked up here.

Finally, he saw a woman lying motionless on the ground in a prison.

It was like a dead witch. Her long dirty and dusty hair spread on the ground and completely covered her head.

The witch's clothes were ragged, and her skin was gray and dead. It was almost no different from a corpse.

No one would think she was still alive if she could not vaguely see her chest undulating slightly with her breath.

"Dangdang -"

Maka reached out and knocked the iron door of the prison with the chain on her wrist, making a few crisp metal impacts. The sound echoed in the silent corridor.

The witch's hand seemed to move, and it was obvious that she had heard the sudden sound.

"Bellatrix."

Before Maka's tentative words were settled, the witch suddenly raised her head. Under her long scattered hair, a pair of eyes full of paranoia and madness stabbed Maka straight.

"... who are you?" she growled in a hoarse voice.

Maka ignored her question directly, looked directly into her eyes and said, "answer me, are you Bellatrix?"

"You, who, who!"

The other party's madness was obviously unusual. She shouted hoarsely, grabbed the prison door and hit it, making a loud "bang".

Obviously, the target has been found, so there is no need to continue to talk to her.

Maka looked back, and a layer of solid silver light had appeared on her hand. He held out his hand, grabbed the face of a Dementor passing behind him and dragged it downstairs.

In prison, Bellatrix, who had fallen into madness, couldn't help but step back - there was no way. Maka's behavior had unparalleled deterrent power in the eyes of all Azkaban prisoners.

Facts have proved that Dementors are magical creatures without emotion. Even if the unlucky guy in Maka's hand kept struggling, they seemed not to see at all and let him leave quickly.

……

In little Hangleton, the villagers still call an old house here "Riddle House", although it has been uninhabited for many years.

The house is located on a high hillside, from which the whole village can be brought into view.

Several windows of the house were sealed, and the tiles on the roof were incomplete. Parthenocissus crawled all over the house.

Riddell house was originally a beautiful big house. It was the most spacious and magnificent building within a few miles; But now, it has become so wet and desolate, and it is full of traces left by time.

The villagers of little Hangleton agreed that the old house was really "scary".

A strange and terrible event happened here half a century ago. Until now, when the older generation in the village has no other topic, they still like to talk about it.

This story has been told repeatedly, and many places have been embellished. No one can say exactly what the truth is.

However, each version of the story begins in the same way:

Fifty years ago, Riddell was well managed and extraordinary; At the dawn of a fine summer day, a maid came into the living room and found that all three of the Riddell family were dead.

The maid screamed all the way down the hill, ran into the village and woke up the villagers.

"... they're all lying with their eyes wide open! They're cold! They're still dressed for dinner!" she said.

The police were called, and the whole little Hangleton village was immersed in surprise and curiosity. The villagers tried to hide their excitement, but failed.

No one wasted energy pretending to feel sad for the Driels, because their popularity in the village has always been bad.

The old couple are rich, but they are snobbish and rough, and their adult son Tom

You may not believe it, but he is a bit worse than his parents!

The villagers are concerned about who the murderer is - obviously, three people who look very healthy can't die naturally at the same time on the same night.

"After making a big circle, he returned to this place again -" at the moment, in Riddell house, a handsome young wizard stood by the broken window, looked outside and smiled, "isn't it? Nagini..."