I don’t know how long it took, maybe ten years, maybe three minutes, before Anton finally woke up.
He touched everything on his body extremely quickly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, he's still alive."
That dementor is still here too.
He fell to the ground and couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.
Anton frowned and observed for a while, inexplicably feeling that this thing was probably drunk, right?
"If you're drunk?" He raised his eyebrows and rubbed his hands together, "Can you do bad things?"
So his arms turned into countless black threads of souls, and he carefully touched the dementor's fur.
It's a pity that this thing is not the black thread of the soul, but penetrates through it like other substances.
"this……"
Anton's arm returned to normal, he rubbed his chin, squatting in front of the dementor's head and thinking carefully.
Dementors have no souls, this is something that countless wizards have confirmed over a long period of time.
"Well……"
Anton stretched out his hand and touched the Dementor's cheek with his finger, "It's obviously a kind of creature, and it has intelligence. It makes no sense that it doesn't have a soul."
Not having a wand would be a problem. Even with the "Grindelwald's Eyes" spell, it would be difficult for him to directly observe the soul situation in the Dementor's body.
"Snapped!"
Anton slapped this guy hard, "Brother, wake up, wake up, I know you can communicate, right?" In the original book, the Ministry of Magic can communicate with them, and Voldemort can also communicate with them, so even if
Even if he can’t speak, there must be some way to communicate.
"Snapped!"
Anton gave the other party a headache, "Wake up, buddy, how about we chat?"
After half an hour, no matter whether Anton kicked him or hit him with a chair, this thing just couldn't wake up.
He even ran out of the opened cell door and asked Sirius if there was anything he could do, but unfortunately this guy just knew how to laugh like crazy.
Just when Anton was afraid that the jailer would die in his cell, it finally woke up, put on the hood of its black robe, and floated out without saying a word.
"???"
"Hey, you just left like this?"
"You made people so happy and then left like this without saying a word?"
"You are too heartless, can't you just sit down and have a chat?"
"Dude?"
"Hey, buddy, don't leave!"
In the end, the dementor ignored Anton's attempts to stay, and quickly floated and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Anton sighed and rolled his eyes, "You can just leave, but you don't even close the door for me. This is too rude."
Snap.
This well-behaved child helped the jailer close the door to his cell. As for the door lock, he didn't have the key, so what could he do.
Finally, just after the Dementors floated away, Sirius and Bella seemed to be freed from the influence of the Dementors and started a new round of crazy screaming.
"Master, I'm waiting for your return to rescue me from here." Bella shouted, smiling happily and crazily.
"You crazy woman, what's so good about Mysterious Man? Have you forgotten the pride of the Black family? Go and be a dog for others?" Sirius gritted his teeth and growled at her in a low voice.
"Giggle~~" Bella leaned forward with laughter and pointed at him through the railing, "Just because you don't dare to call the master's name, you only dare to call him the mysterious person, giggle~~~"
Smiling, smiling, her face turned cold, and her face was full of twisted hatred, "You have no right to tell me anything about the pride of the Black family, and you are just a dog in front of Dumbledore, haha, a dog
dog."
"You madman!" Sirius roared angrily, grabbing the railing and shaking it wildly, "I'm going to kill you, kill you!"
Anton looked at them doubtfully, and then looked at his hands.
So, are they freed from the Dementors' influence?
That……
In other words, during the period after the dementor fainted, its several-meter-long fur continued to cause interference to the two people.
Why was Mao himself unaffected? Before, it was because of the influence of the 'ray of sunshine' spell, but just now he clearly felt that the 'ray of sunshine' was overwhelmed by extreme happiness.
Anton raised his head in astonishment, his eyes turned blue, and he quickly looked into the depths of his soul.
"Wow~"
"So, what do you call it now?"
"Two rays of sunshine?"
That ray of heart-warming sunshine turned into two rays!
What is this change?
Anton urgently needs a magic wand or a spell-casting medium to use the 'memory retrieval secret method' to retrieve the knowledge deep in his memory.
sigh.
Finally, for some reason, Bella became crazy again, laughing, jumping, singing, and circling around, especially neurotic.
Anton thought for a while and opened the door and came to Sirius, "Hello, my name is Anthony Weasley, what do you call me?"
Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, then at the cell door, then at him, "Merlin's beard!"
"!!!"
Anton was stunned for a moment, leaned back, looked at Sirius up and down, and nodded, "Okay, this Mr. Merlin's bearded man..."
"No!" Sirius' mouth twitched, "My name is Sirius, did you just say you were Weasley?"
"Yes."
Anton saw him crawling on the ground struggling to stand up, so he simply sat down in front of his railing, "Arthur Weasley is my uncle. Of course, I live with Uncle Lupin now."
Sirius was suddenly stunned. He looked at Anton blankly, opened his mouth several times, and could not make any sound.
Finally he asked in an extremely hoarse voice, "Lupin?"
"Yes."
Anton looked at him with a smile, "Remus Lupin, my guardian."
Sirius' hand holding the railing became extremely hard, and his knuckles turned white. He struggled to drag his body and leaned his entire upper body on the railing, staring closely at Anton's face.
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"he……"
"Is he okay?"
"Of course it's very good." Anton looked at him with a smile, "Shareholders of several large Muggle groups, the new leader of the werewolf tribe, the link between the French and British wizarding circles, Lucius would give him some face.
The big boss..."
Every time Anton said an adjective, Sirius's eyes widened a little. He looked at Anton in disbelief, and finally his expression turned fierce.
"You are playing tricks on me!"
"How could he!"
Anton pursed his lips and shrugged, "Everything is possible."
"He married a beautiful wife, bought his own house, and became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School."
"Ha~" Sirius' face suddenly burst into a happy smile, "What are you talking about, he married a wife and became a professor at Hogwarts?"
His eyes were so hot, and he was so looking forward to Anton nodding and telling him - I didn't lie to you, all this is true.
Anton looked very obedient and nodded.
"Woooooooo..."
Sirius lay on the railing and cried, sobbing so hard that his nose was dripping with mucus.
"Hahahaha~~~" Bella grabbed the railing and laughed wildly, "Do you believe this? Lupine, a werewolf, has also become a link between the French and British magic circles?"
"My stupid brother, it seems that you have been imprisoned in Azkaban for too long and your brain is damaged."
"This child was also imprisoned in Azkaban. Do you think there are good people imprisoned here? What could he have done to deserve being imprisoned in Azkaban? Lupine would live with such a person.
?”
"Kekeke~~~"
"Hahahaha~~~~~"
She laughed so wildly.
Sirius ignored her and just stared at Anton coldly, "Boy, you didn't lie to me?"
Anton grinned at him and ignored him. He stood up, patted his butt, came to Bella's cell, and smiled, "Voldemort once sneaked into Hogwarts and worked there for a year.
professor."
"What?" Bella suddenly became excited.
"he……"
"How is he?"
"Hahahaha, I knew he could be resurrected and he is immortal, hahahaha."
Anton shook his head slightly, "Then he died."
"???"
Bella looked at him in disbelief and shook the railing crazily, "What are you talking about, you hateful boy, please explain to me what's going on?"
Anton grinned at her, smiled, and walked slowly back to his prison with steps as if he didn't recognize his relatives.