In a moment of lust, Azkaban made a mistake, and everyone fell into intoxication.
Anton rested his head on the chest of one Dementor, crossed his legs on the head of another Dementor, and was immersed in the aftertaste of endless happiness.
The 'magic eye' can only see the dementor's long-haired cursed magical image that is full of weirdness and makes people fall into cold silence.
He could only rely on the black thread of his soul to explore every detail of the Dementor.
The harvest was not great. Apart from collecting all the information about this curse, Anton did not find any breakthrough.
This is weird.
You know, even if he is as strong as a fire dragon, Anton still has a way to survey and map the opponent.
House elves, goblins, and centaurs all have their own magical images.
Only the wizard is a complete block of color that cannot be drawn.
The dementor is a bit like a deformed wizard. It is also so integrated. Although it does not look like a whole color block, no information can be observed.
Unless Anton can use the time turner to take them into the misty tunnel of time, everyone will become fluffy inside.
"Huh? Fluffy?"
It seems that there is another way to make the black thread of the soul fluffy. In other words, there is another way to make the tightness of the soul unstable.
That is the ‘Thunder of the Soul’ in Hufflepuff’s secret passage of inheritance.
Anton You simulated it.
The only problem is that this ultra-difficult technical work still requires a magic wand, or at least a spell-casting medium.
Anton smacked his mouth and sighed helplessly.
"Go to jail..."
"No freedom at all!"
"Gan!"
He got up, kicked the Dementor's feet in displeasure, and walked slowly toward his cell with his hands behind his back.
Seeing Bella holding the railing with both hands and staring at him intensely, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"What are you looking at!"
Bella didn't mind, her eyes were full of light, and she shouted excitedly, "You have a way to deal with the dementors, and you have a way to open the door, which proves that you have a way to get out!"
Anton glanced at her, ignored her, and walked straight towards his cell.
He is unhappy now, don't mess with him!
Crunch~
Pushing gently, the iron door of the cell made an unpleasant friction sound.
"Boy, how about I make a deal with you?" Bella crazily squeezed her cheek between the two railings, as if she wanted to squeeze her head out of it.
"As long as you help us escape, I will give you everything you want."
Anton grabbed the railing of the iron door with his hand, stopped, was silent for a moment, and looked back at Bella, "I just want you to shut up and stop provoking me, okay?"
"Hahaha~~~"
Bella burst out laughing like crazy, holding the railing with one hand, leaning her upper body back, pointing at Anton and laughing so hard that her whole body was shaking.
"You are excited, right? You are excited!"
"Boy!"
Bella's voice became louder and louder, "You have no idea how much energy we people have. As long as you let us out, as long as we can get out, we have enough ability to help you settle everything."
At this time, several people near the corner who were not too affected by the dementors also woke up. In the cell next to Bella, her husband Rodolphus Lestrange also burst out with burning eyes.
look.
He stepped back to the farthest distance so that he could see Anton's figure.
Although he didn't know why Bella thought this man could help them escape, he always agreed with Bella's judgment.
This crazy woman is sharp enough and can always seize opportunities.
"Yes, help me escape, and I will give you rights, money, and even generous benefits. I swear on the reputation of the Lestrange family."
So, other people also shouted, "I am Ross Rozier, help me, help me, the Rozier family will give you a lot of money!"
Haha~
Yeah?
If you run out, will Anna's father really give me a sum of money for this?
Anton expressed doubts. These people seemed to have great names, but in fact most of them were abandoned by their own families.
Since the Ministry of Magic has almost abolished the death penalty, these guys sentenced to life imprisonment have long been regarded as dead by the outside world.
Rozier...
Tsk tsk.
The relationship between pure-blood families is closer than Anton imagined. If he remembered correctly, Sirius's aunt, Bella and Narcissa's mother, is from the Rozier family.
Anton looked up and saw, wow, Voldemort's men are really full of talents.
Most of them came from noble families, and probably the one with the worst background among the Death Eaters was Peter Pettigrew.
Until a voice appeared, "I am Antonin Dolokhov, I think you should have heard of the Dolokhov family, help me out, you damn child, no matter what you can do, get me out of here
Get out of this damn place!"
Anton raised his eyebrows, yo ho, Antoning?
He really knew this person. He was also a member of the Death Eaters who was confessed by Karkaroff, and was charged with killing Gideon and Fabian Prewett. (Aunt Molly's two brothers, so far, Prewett
The Witt family lost all male heirs.)
And brutally tortured a large number of Muggles and opponents of the Dark Lord using curses such as the Cruciatus Curse.
The methods are extremely cruel.
And take pleasure in it.
A standard dark wizard.
"Damn kid?"
Anton grinned, let go of the door handle, turned and walked towards his cell.
The two dementors had left at some point, and everyone had come away from the influence of the dementors. After all, they were all powerful wizards. Even if they were still a little weak and in a negative state, they still maintained their spirits.
Everyone was excited when they heard the hope of escaping.
Well, not everyone.
The mute man August Rookwood, who had just been bitten by a dementor, seemed very silent.
He struggled to climb to the corner between the railing and the wall, and watched Anton walking over. His mouth moved, but he didn't speak after all.
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Anton looked at Antoning with a smile.
He suddenly remembered that in the restricted book section of the library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was indeed a record of an ancient wizard's evil method of making spell-casting media.
The name is particularly interesting, it’s called ‘The Wailing Spine’.
The production method is very simple, let the subject wail in torture for three days and three nights, and then pull out the opponent's spine. This thing has very good magic power.
Of course, this thing is too vicious, and its effect is too poor compared to a magic wand. There are only a few words in the book.
Anton will remember it so clearly, mainly because Professor Snape gave him a loan note to read this book.
Extracting human vertebrae after torture was too evil, so Snape changed it to extracting animal vertebrae.
And told Anton in a simple and in-depth way about the extraction and use scope of this potion material.
In short, it is very cruel and evil.
Anton is kind-hearted and cannot do such a thing.
He looked at Dolokhov with a smile, and began to analyze in his mind whether the 'joyful spine' was feasible.
They all use extreme emotions to affect the soul of the recipient. Logically speaking, the Cruciatus Curse can be used, and the Tickle Curse can also be used.
Dolokhov still muttered something to him fiercely, which made several people around him frown, and even worse, some people started to cheer him.
It seems that as long as there are enough threats and enough insults, the child can be feared and act according to their orders.
Rookwood, the silent man in the cell behind Anton, shook his head. How could he possibly succeed with these insects?
"Are you done laughing?" Anton looked at this middle-aged man with a rather obedient look and greeted him politely.
Dolokhov's face hardened, his eyes became fierce, and he grabbed the railing with both hands, "Damn boy, let me out quickly!"
Anton shook his head, "No, you should keep smiling."
He gently raised his hand and moved his palm upward, causing Dolohov to float up.
Snapped!
He hit the railing extremely hard, his whole body pressed against the railing, his teeth were bleeding from the impact, and his nose seemed to be crazily squeezed against the iron railing by a huge force.
"Ah~~~~"
He let out a shrill cry of pain.
"Oh, don't do this. It makes me feel like I'm using the Cruciatus Curse on you. I'm not that kind of person." Anton leaned back, tilted his head and looked up at the tall middle-aged man floating off the ground.
"You should smile."
"Hahahaha~~~~"
To the surprise of all the Death Eaters, Dolokhov, who had always been cruel and tough, actually laughed obediently.
And the more he laughs, the louder he laughs, and the harder he laughs.
Bang!
Anton frowned, and his arms turned into black lines of soul, sinking into Dolohov's chest. "You can't laugh so hard. You have to laugh for three days and three nights. You must focus on sustainable development potential."
As he murmured, the tone of Dolokhov's laughter indeed dropped a lot, but the low voice seemed to be a bit heartbreaking, and it sounded like crying.
As a result, the entire prison corridor became much quieter.
"Awesome." Anton walked towards his cell with his hands behind his back and a smile. Now no one shouted at him loudly, and he suddenly felt that the people here were quite nice.