Chapter 1381 Late Memory
North Sea.
Azkaban, under the heavily cloudy sky, has completely turned into a terrifying ghost town filled with gloomy auras.
Ever since the Ministry of Magic moved all the prisoners in Azkaban Prison to Avalon at the suggestion of Amosta, the Dementors have been completely out of food.
Regarding these terrifying and strange creatures, the department's original opinion was to let them fend for themselves on the island.
But Amosta rejected this view.
Once the Dementors are sure that they can no longer obtain food from wizards, their expansion instinct will order them to madly attack the barriers around the island of Azkaban.
They might burst across the oceans to every continent with life.
In order to make the Dementors stay in Azkaban peacefully.
The Ministry had to transport large numbers of livestock to the island so that the Dementors could drain their souls.
In less than two months, piles of bones had occupied every corner of Azkaban and almost submerged the first floor of the prison tower.
However, the souls of livestock are not as "delicious" as those of humans after all.
Every time the Ministry of Magic employees transporting livestock landed on the island, they could clearly feel that these monsters were becoming manic.
If it weren't for the contract left by Ravenclaw, they would have probably attacked the employees of the Ministry of Magic long ago.
But things are different today.
The Dementors scattered across the island of Azkaban floated quietly in the air, no longer breathing in despair and fear into the air.
On the contrary, they represent fear itself and seem to be afraid of something.
Boom!
The earth suddenly began to tremble, so violently that the tower that had stood here for more than a dozen centuries was on the verge of collapse.
The edge where the island meets the sea was shaken by the earthquake, creating shocking cracks.
The magma that penetrates the earth's core flows into the sea, and the cold sea water along the coast is quickly boiled and evaporated by the surging heat.
Billowing white smoke rushed up to the sky, and the dark clouds covering the entire sea area formed a world-destroying vortex as they rolled!
The thunder that pierced the darkness was like the whip held by Thor himself, striking the earth in the storm!
Deep underground, a thin figure who seemed to be sleeping with eyes closed was floating in the churning magma.
He had a pair of wings that looked like black and white flames on his back, and nearly a hundred red spots of light were shining around his body.
These red spots of light revolved around the man, just like real stars in the vast universe revolving around massive celestial bodies.
Just like a nebula that gave birth to stars, as time passed, another 'red star' emerged from that person's body and joined the rotating 'star cluster'.
And with each new "red star" that was born, the wings on the man's back would shrink a little. At the same time, in the scorching light, a wisp of inconspicuous gray mist left the man's body and was wiped out by the power of the "domain".
The whole process was as if he was pulling out something.
As the number of 'red stars' increases, the speed at which the 'star cluster' rotates increases.
Each star has a different shining frequency, but they also echo each other.
When the number of red stars exceeded a certain point, the red stars no longer simply revolved around men, but attracted each other and together constructed a mysterious and complex system.
The black and white flame wings continued to shrink, and the gray mist was evaporated.
When the last bit of power that did not belong to this body was eliminated, a roar of anger and a sigh of relief suddenly sounded in the void.
hum!
The rapidly spinning red stars sank into the man's body one after another like tired birds returning to their nests, and the majestic magic power of this place also poured into the man's body through the turbulent magma like the raging sea! A wonderful change was being imposed on the man.
His visible body, enveloped in a red halo, gradually disappeared like pencil marks on paper being erased by an eraser.
The color of the scorching red halo also became lighter, turning into gray, and finally, it became flawless white.
Magic-Death-Soul
This process continues in a cycle.
And finally, the body surrounded by endless holy light reappeared in the magma.
A sigh sounded and spread out in all directions.
The surging magma, the raging waves, and the dazzling thunder all calmed down with a sigh.
The sound swept across the sea surface, which had been rare for more than a dozen centuries, and expanded farther away until it filled the entire sea!
The fear and despair that had been lingering like a maggot on the bones were gradually thinning. The dense clouds in the sky dispersed, and thousands of rays of morning light sprinkled on the island of Azkaban.
Under the warm light, a hint of green appeared on the cold, gray rocks and spread everywhere.
A force called vitality bloomed on Azkaban for the first time in more than a dozen centuries.
but--
This vitality is like a flame that lights up in the eternal night, immediately attracting the prying eyes of darkness.
The Dementors gathered from all over the island like sharks smelling blood, destroying all life.
snort!
The majestic cold snort that sounded in the void even caused the island to tremble again, and the powerful soul power also dealt a heavy blow to the Dementors.
These deformed monsters, which were neither alive nor undead, screamed and scattered in all directions. They never died.
The sigh sounded again, and underground, Amosta finally opened his eyes.
What a pair of brown eyes.
The deep eyes seem to be able to see through all the mysteries of the world!
"So this is ah."
There was no ripple in Amosta's calm eyes, but in the world of magma, there was a sound of nostalgia like a great bell.
“Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone;
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets;
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban;
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire;
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix;
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince;
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Harry Potter and the Cursed Child
"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" trilogy "My Lost Memories"
Amosta whispered indifferently,
"Oh, Merlin and Herpo have reached an agreement on this issue. They sealed my memory and got it back, but it's not important anymore--"
Once upon a time, Amosta tried countless ways to try to find back his secrets about the magical world.
But those memories were blocked by a flowing gray fog. Apart from limited and specious vocabulary concepts such as Horcrux and Hallows, he could not remember anything.
He thought those memories were naturally forgotten, but in fact, they were sealed.
Amosta raised his hand and spread his palm.
In the gray light, the clay tablet of fate emerged in his palm.
This is a creation from the world of death, and it is the key to open that mysterious door.
Merlin cast it into the magical world, blocking Herbo's path to other worlds through the door.
Unless Helpo is willing to abandon his power and memory, become a new soul and leave there.
(End of this chapter)
