Chapter 182: Weird Neville
Chapter 406 Weird Neville
The Dementor is a humanoid creature, about three meters tall, wearing a black hooded cloak, with a gray body that looks like a rotting corpse.
Dementors can glide along the ground, but cannot pass through solid obstacles.
When they inhale, they make a gurgling sound in their throats, as if they are sucking in more than just the surrounding air.
The Dementor's hands were gray-white, shimmering eerily, and seemed to be covered in mucus and spots.
They also seem to give off a chill.
The dementor's face has hollow eye sockets, covered with a thin skin covered with gray scabs.
Their mouth is a large, shapeless hole used to suck out the soul of their victim, which is the Dementor's Kiss.
This leaves the victim in a state worse than death: the dementor removes its own hood and sucks out the victim's soul, leaving the person nothing more than an empty shell, alive but merely a walking corpse.
In the eyes of most wizards, this kind of terrifying creature can only be driven away by the Patronus Charm.
But now, a shocking scene happened.
A torrent of dementors surged out of an inconspicuous-looking fortress on a small island in the middle of the North Sea. No one could have imagined that so many dementors could be crammed into such a small house. .
Moreover, they were expelled and controlled by spells other than the Patronus Charm!
Each Dementor shone with a green light caused by an unknown spell. Under the control of the spell, this green torrent began to circle around the island. After an unknown period of time, a transparent and green-colored torrent appeared. Something like a glass cover covered the entire island.
At the same time, the faint sounds began to get louder and louder.
There were bursts of painful whimpering, and along with this sound, black smoke rose from the fortress, forming a thick dark cloud in the sky that made a horrifying sound.
Click click click!
After the dark cloud was born, sharp arrows turned into white bones were shot from the fortress.
White city walls rise from the rugged rocks.
The green light shield, the screaming clouds, and the white city walls are undoubtedly three different elements that are incompatible with each other in the eyes of ordinary wizards.
But in the eyes of Ryan who was in the waves not far away, invisible magic outlined them as one. Deep in the fortress, Antonin Dolohov's version of Voldemort had been wiped out.
Only a pale skeleton was left.
A heartbeat that only a wizard at Ryan's level could hear began to appear.
Voldemort has begun his resurrection rituals.
However, unlike what Voldemort thought, no one would stop his resurrection.
Because only the resurrected him can be truly killed - by Riddle.
Grindelwald, the only one who might take action, had already been told the reason by Dumbledore.
Ryan looked at the island gradually disappearing into the waves, shook his head, and disappeared into the air.
Thousands of miles away in Hogwarts, Dumbledore noticed that the address of Azkaban in his memory had become blurred or even disappeared, and he hammered his hand excitedly.
"Have you heard? Azkaban is missing!"
"It is said that people from the Ministry of Magic arrived in the North Sea, but they searched everywhere but could not find the island."
"But how could it be possible? Such a big island, and there are still those dementors."
On the way to Charms class, the conversations of several senior students reached Harry's ears.
"Harry, what kind of conspiracy do you think Flint can do?"
"Tomorrow is Saturday - the match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw." Ron said, playing with his wand.
This is all because the handle of the wand is wrapped with dragon skin tape that Ron bought at a large price.
It's practical and beautiful. If he hadn't made a lot of money recently from smoke bottles, he wouldn't be willing to use it.
"Didn't you hear that?"
"Something happened in Azkaban!"
"It must be Voldemort!" Harry said eagerly.
"Then are we going to skip class now?" Ron also became anxious.
He knows what this means.
As early as a few months ago, Harry had dreamed that Voldemort was going to Azkaban to rescue his men.
"No, we'll ask Hagrid after class." Harry looked at Neville and the others not far away and lowered his voice.
Harry finally felt inconvenient, because the Ravenclaws of their current class always went to and from get out of class together.
".Open your "Standard Spells, Level 2". What you are going to learn today is the Tickling Charm. Its spell is Rictusempra. The Tickling Charm is usually used as a diversion in a duel. The opponent's method of attention, Harry, please answer, why is it rated as one of the 'Top Ten Magics to Defeat Your Opponent with Less Trouble'" The Charms class began, and Professor Flitwick stood. On the table, the name of Harry, who he saw was distracted at the moment, was clicked.
"In fact, it can be seen from its spell." "The spell Rictusem pra of the tickle curse comes from Latin, where rictus means open mouth, and semper means always. Therefore, the literal meaning of this spell is always laugh."
"In a duel, this spell can temporarily prevent the opponent from chanting spells. Moreover, even if the opponent knows the silent spell, this spell will affect his concentration." Even though he was suddenly called, Harry had already prepared for it. Still a good answer.
"One point for Ravenclaw!"
"Do you know why I only give you one extra point? Harry, don't be distracted in class." Professor Flitwick narrowed his eyes.
When Harry nodded and sat down, Neville raised his hand.
"Longbottom, what do you want to say?" Professor Flitwick was puzzled.
"I understand why Harry was distracted."
"It's not his fault."
"Professor, is Azkaban gone? Is this true?" Neville asked in an almost pleading tone.
He clenched his fists, as if he was ready to punch an enemy who didn't exist here at any time.
"Neville." Professor Flitwick was surprisingly not angry.
Instead, he looked at Neville with a loving look.
"This is true, although the Daily Prophet did not report it and the Ministry of Magic did not announce it to the public."
"This is indeed very important to some of you (he looked at Neville), even more important than my class."
"But I hope you will not slack off because of this and not focus on the class."
"Maybe you will use the spells in class today one day?" Professor Flitwick advised earnestly.
After Neville answered in the affirmative, he sat down and his eyes turned red.
He was distracted throughout the whole class.
But Professor Flitwick did not say anything.
"What's wrong with Neville?" Harry looked at his roommate worriedly.
This even made him temporarily put aside his attention on Voldemort.
"I don't know." Ron shook his head.
As for Neville, although they had a day of alone time with each other shortly after entering Hogwarts, Ron didn't know much about him.
