The waves of the North Sea stirred up waves, lapping against a huge castle built on the island.
There were countless Dementors floating on the sea. They were temporarily expelled from Azkaban by the Aurors and were only allowed to enter the castle to eat once every two days.
There are two combat teams guarding the entrance to the first floor of Azkaban.
"Hey, Carl, it's your turn to go on patrol." The captain of one of the teams breathed a sigh of relief and said to the captain of the other team with a smile.
Karl lazily got up from the sofa, looked at his colleagues who were not in very good condition, and sighed, "Merlin's beard, I really don't want to walk into Azkaban. Everything here is terrible.
Even the walls seem to have a shrill wailing sound."
Other colleagues are also complaining. Some are beginning to miss their wives, and some are anxious about their grandma who is hospitalized in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies...
They walked in the cold corridors of the prison, still complaining.
"Damn it, why can't we let those dementors patrol? They are the jailers."
"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter even if you don't patrol. I don't believe that a wizard who has lost his wand and is locked in a cell can do what he can do, escape from prison? Oh, this is so ridiculous. There are countless cameras surrounding the castle.
Ghost monster!"
Along the corridor they were walking slowly, it extended all the way inside and turned to the left towards a prison deep in the corridor.
Adams gasped and sat slumped in the corner, coldness and loneliness surrounding him.
Yesterday, the terrifying dementor came again to suck away his happiness, and endless painful memories began to roll through his brain.
His wife took his gold galleons and ran away by plane with a Muggle living in London.
My son became seriously ill and died.
Later, his parents also died one after another due to old age.
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One after another in life, one after another, tortured his soul severely. The pain he had finally spent through alcohol and lonely nights, he thought had passed, and was quietly faded by time.
Now it is so clear in my mind.
He couldn't even think of the best things in his life, as if they had all been swallowed up by dementors.
But he knew that he had not been completely devoured. One day later, these memories would be recalled again, and he could rely on these beautiful memories to survive.
But, it seemed like he couldn't hold it any longer. How long had he been imprisoned in Azkaban?
He seems to have trouble remembering time.
One day passed, and he still couldn't think of any happiness. Countless bad memories were surging in his mind, torturing him severely.
Adams felt like he was out of breath. He was so desperate, like a fish out of water.
And the most desperate thing is...
He went through the Wizengamot trial of the Ministry of Magic in a coma, which meant that he had no idea how long he had been sentenced.
He didn't know how long he would have to stay there before he could be released.
Maybe……
Maybe a lifetime?
As soon as he thought of this possibility, he almost completely lost all faith.
He was slumped in the corner, like a piece of mud. Oh, maybe it won't be long before he died, rotted, and completely became a piece of mud in the corner.
After all, the cells here can't be said to be clean. They are full of slime and reek of stench.
The cell opposite him held a particularly beautiful woman, with long light brown hair, light brown eyes, flawless white skin, a somewhat weak-looking facial line, and exaggerated curves that even a wizard's robe could not hide.
To be honest, he didn't feel comforted by this, after all, he could appreciate beautiful women.
Not only because this woman's name is Amy Miller, the famous poisonous black widow in the fringe area, but more importantly...
He, Adams, is ridiculously still in love with his wife.
Yes, it’s simply ridiculous!
He could obviously use ritual magic to curse that woman, the woman who took away all his property. After all, after most of the money he earned was exploited by the Lupin family and the Sugar Cookie Alliance, he could not save much. It was all taken away by that woman.
The woman took it away and used it to start a new family with the handsome and tall Muggle.
But he still couldn't bring himself to do it, he was just a bitch, he scolded himself like this.
Therefore, he was so bored when the woman in the cell opposite kept chanting the words, "Come Wes, our king".
You are crazy!
A child, even a top potions master, yes, so many newspapers, so many big names are praising him and his achievements, so what?
But at this moment, he was really infected.
He simply couldn't imagine how that child could spend such a long time in Azkaban and still remain as cool as before.
He clearly remembered the magic photo in the newspaper - under the watchful eye of countless big shots, Anthony Weiss was dressed as a prisoner, with an elegant and relaxed posture, a face full of confidence, waving his arms, eyes shining, and talking.
, walking slowly as if there was no one around. The big shots around him were all obsessed with his words.
Adams looked down at his prison uniform, thinking about the young man's appearance in the prison uniform. Oh, what he was wearing might not be called a prison uniform.
It is said that because of this photo, striped clothing became popular in fringe areas.
Gradually, as he was tortured by the Dementors bit by bit until he almost collapsed, listening to the woman opposite kneeling on the ground praying devoutly, he began to chant without realizing it.
"Come Weiss, our king, please give me the strength to escape from this hell."
Gradually, the young man's memory began to glow with golden light as he chanted it over and over again.
He prayed that he could gain Weiss's strength and be able to walk out of this hell with grace, grace and relaxation like him.
So at such a moment, he struggled to get up, panting, struggling to use his weak body to pick up little bits of soil at the corner of the wall and at the crack of the window, gathering them into a small mound.
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As soon as possible!
He didn't know how long he could stay sane under the torture of the dementors and this terrible cell. He had to do it as soon as possible!
Adams knelt on the ground devoutly, clasped his hands, and recited the name of 'Anthony Weiss' until his entire mind was immersed in the great name of God.
So, with a calm expression, he pulled off eleven hairs and stuffed them into the pile of soil. He also broke off a piece of fingernail and stuffed them in too.
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Finally, he put his bloody hand into his mouth and violently broke off a tooth.
Hair, nails, teeth, blood, as well as his pious heart and entire soul, together they constructed the simplest yet most pious ritual magic.
"I will give everything I have as a sacrifice to you, my king."
"Come Weiss, our king, please give me the strength to escape from this hell."
He chanted it over and over again, his screams getting louder and louder and more determined.
He could feel the woman in the cell opposite looking at him in surprise, and he could feel many people in the corridor of the cell chanting after him, but it didn't matter, they didn't understand, this was ritual magic.
He couldn't do anything well in his life. When he was at Hogwarts, his academic performance was abysmal. Fortunately, the school didn't seem to have high IQ requirements for Slytherins. After graduation, he continued the traces of his father's generation.
, wandering the streets until he found a job with a fellow Slytherin.
Doting on his wife, teaching his children, finding his parents, and supporting the elderly, although his life was terrible, he did some insignificant things.
For a weak person like him, only powerful black magic can help him. The bullshit magic taught in school is too difficult and he can't learn it at all!
Finally, he found the magic that suited him best - ritual magic.
Finally, he found his faith through this ritual magic.
It feels good to have faith.
Adams only felt a power filling his chest, hands and feet, brain, and entire soul.
Yes, magic!
He felt a powerful magic power that he could never imagine in this life, washing over him.
This magic power was so powerful that it was beyond his comprehension. He had never felt such terrifying magic power before.
When he was so violently washed away by magic power, his whole body started to tremble, his eyes all turned into pure white, and he vaguely seemed to see pieces of clouds.
These clouds created a ladder to the sky. He raised his head and looked all the way up the ladder. He was surprised, but not surprised, to see a figure.
——His king, Anthony Weiss is coming!
Wang Zheng looked at himself curiously, his own figure reflected in such pure and clean eyes.
"my king!"
Adams shouted excitedly that his king, his king, was watching him and gave him so much power.
He suddenly opened his eyes, and his vision returned to reality. He gasped and looked at his hands. The infinite magic power was permeating from his hands and turning into substance, like a dense air, like the magic under the throne.
Those clouds.
The magical mist dropped from his hands and flowed into the mound in front of him, and then he felt an extremely strong vitality.
He could feel that this soil was full of life and that it was nurturing a magical life.
And the seed is his bloody tooth!
Adams watched all these changes with excitement and devoutly gazed at this beauty.
Then, he saw that the teeth were rapidly sprouting, breaking out of the ground, and growing upward.
Finally, it turned into a twelve-inch long, white bone wand with a frog-like sculpture on the top.
Yes, he thinks this is the magic wand!
The king heard his pious call, gave him magic power, and gave him a magic wand to let him walk out of this hell.
Yes, he was extremely sure.
At such a moment, his heart was filled with emotion and devotion to the king.
He kowtowed to the magic wand excitedly, kissing the ground with his lips, as if kissing the clouds at the King's feet.
Then, he solemnly pulled out the wand, held the wand with both hands in a very ceremonial manner, and kowtowed again.
"What are you doing?"
"Hey, why is there a wand here?!
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Adams slowly raised his head, looked at the two Aurors outside the cell, and raised the corners of his mouth.