In other words, this is how the communication between Scabior and them usually goes. No wizard is willing to have more contact with these monsters, so there is basically not much communication.
They led Jon and Fred out of the foyer. When passing by the corridor, they could see the prison doors nailed with iron bars, covered with rust marks of time.
The cells were obviously empty.
After the prison break in the first half of the year, Azkaban was much empty. The only people locked in it were some purebloods and mixed-bloods who had made mistakes. These people were also locked in the top cells.
Inside.
Jon and the others walked inside, climbed the stairs, and arrived at the third floor. There were many dementors passing by them on the way.
Even if most of them were sent to Great Britain, there were still a lot of dementors left in prison.
Just when we entered the castle, we saw no less than ten of them.
Soon they were taken to a secluded and dark room, where a significantly taller dementor floated. The robe on it was also older. After Jon and the others entered, the dementor was hidden under the cloak.
His cold eyes were fixed on them.
After sending Jon and Fred to the place, the two dementors responsible for leading the way left silently.
'Wizard...the Ministry of Magic...the news...what's...'
Even with the use of spells, the expressions used to understand the dementors are still a bit vague, but at least the general meaning can be understood.
Jon replied in a calm voice.
"I have conveyed your request to send more manpower to the UK to the ministry, but the ministry, or rather that gentleman, has something to ask me to come to you for."
'Then...sir...?'
"Yes, he asked me to come to you and want you to take us to the place where he went when he last came to Azkaban Prison."
Jon lied without blinking, but Fred's breathing became slightly heavier, obviously nervous.
But of course the dementor wouldn't notice these details, its eyes hidden under the cloak were always focused on Jon.
"The last time...Azkaban...he didn't want us...to know..."
Jon laughed, and there was no timidity in that smile, but rather as if he had some handle on the dementor in front of him.
"Yes, sir, he doesn't want you to know, but do you think you can hide your little thoughts from him? Don't worry, since sir asked you to take me to that place, it means that he will not take this thing
I don’t blame you for anything, as long as you can safely lead us to complete the tasks assigned by sir."
The dementors fell silent.
It was thinking with its brain that didn't know whether it existed or not. Jon didn't know what it was thinking about specifically, but soon it had the results of its thinking.
"With me......"
The dementor floated, passed by Jon and the others and left the room.
Jon and Fred looked at each other. Neither of them spoke, but they both saw this moment of relaxation in each other's eyes.
In fact, before coming to prison, Jon had arranged two plans.
The safest and safest thing is to use your identity as an Auror to deceive like you are doing now. Even if Dementors can communicate, their IQs are generally not high and they basically rely on instinct to act.
But if such methods fail, they will have to take risks and use violence to extract confessions.
Jon has not yet fully learned the Patronus Charm, and he is not sure how much it will deter these monsters. He is not even sure how to retain it, so this last resort method is actually very dangerous.
And the current situation is undoubtedly what they want to see most.
What Nick and Jon guessed at the beginning was indeed correct. In a place like Azkaban, even if Voldemort wanted to hide his whereabouts, he had nothing to do with the dementors. He could only try his best to hide his whereabouts before doing anything.
Avoid them.
But the obvious result was that there was no way to avoid it. The leading dementor knew exactly where he had been that year.
Taking Jon and Fred, the dementors returned to the first floor along the stairs, and then came to a place that looked like the entrance to a cellar.
It floated down, and Jon and the two climbed down the wooden ladder that seemed likely to fall apart at any time.
Finally, they entered a closed cellar. It was full of cobwebs and dust, and there were more than a dozen rotten wooden barrels scattered around. It was easy to see that no one had been there for a long time.
When you get to the middle of the scattered wooden barrels, you can see that there is actually a trap door hidden under the dust on the ground.
After bringing Jon and Fred here, the dementors stopped.
"Right here...he has set a spell...we can't get in..."
There were no traces of magic on the trap door, it was just locked. Jon glanced at Fred, who took out his wand and spoke a spell to the door lock above.
"The Alajo Cave is open."
"Click"
There was a sound of the lock cylinder colliding, and the door lock was easily opened.
But during this period, the dementor was always staring at Fred's movements.
"You... don't have... the key..."
Jon narrowed his eyes slightly. This dementor didn't look as brainless as they had imagined.
The expression on his face remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.
"Sir, you just wanted us to come here temporarily. Besides, an ordinary lock with a normal magic spell is enough."
Just as Jon finished speaking, the seemingly ordinary lock suddenly exploded!
Countless dark green chains began to extend outward, passing through Jon and Fred's bodies.
None of them expected such a situation, but the magic on the lock seemed to have no effect on them at all, but the dementor that was floating around them seemed to be pulled by a strong force, and the next moment it
He was forcibly thrown out of this cellar!
Chains glowing with green fluorescence gathered at the entrance of the cellar, eventually forming a blockade like a spider web!
The dementor was frightened by such a turn of events. It tried to reach out its withered and scarred hands to touch the chains, and then took them back as if it was electrocuted.
Jon and Fred were also surprised by this.
They returned to the entrance of the cellar and stared at the chains. Jon took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and carefully threw it out.
Without any obstruction, the glass bottle rolled down to the Dementor's feet.