Chapter 173 Attack on Azkaban
The goal of the eight dark shadows was not to attack the Aurors, their mission was to isolate the space where the hut was located from the outside world.
This made the Aurors in the house unable to perceive what was happening on the island.
This magic was "generously" provided by the patriarch of the Travers family.
When the shadows brought the news of success, Hephes pointed with his hand wearing the ring, and a golden-red halo instantly bloomed.
The hood behind him carried him directly forward, and Theodore followed closely behind.
The entire Azkaban was shrouded in a layer of white mist, which was cold and sticky.
This prison built of huge black stones looks even more eerie and terrifying under the moonlight.
The rough stones were covered with mosses and deep cracks.
The prison's shape is twisted and irregular, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.
The top was covered with sharp iron spikes, which flickered coldly in the dim light.
The prison door was tightly closed, and the thick black metal surface was engraved with complex magical runes.
The runes flickered eerily in the moonlight, accompanied by a low humming sound.
The magic power in Hephis' body surged wildly.
A thin layer of milky white light quietly spread out, covering the entire prison.
The Dementors in the prison finally realized something was wrong.
They poured out of the prison like a raging black tide.
Hundreds of Dementors, dressed in tattered black robes, looked like an army of ghosts from the underworld.
They exude a cold and decayed smell, as if even the air is frozen in the chill.
The whole space was filled with despair and fear.
From within Hephes' body, a dragon only ten feet long rose into the air.
It was glowing with milky white light and it rushed towards the Dementors.
When it approached the Dementors, a milky breath spurted out of its mouth, sweeping over the enemies in front of it.
Several Dementors instantly turned into nothingness in the light, leaving only wisps of black smoke.
However, the Dementors did not back down.
They swarmed over, trying to drown the dragon.
They stretched out their pale, bony fingers and tried to tear the dragon apart.
Although the dragon's body became smaller, its speed did not decrease, and it moved flexibly in the air.
It twisted its body, and its tail was like a huge steel whip, sweeping across several Dementors and sending them flying in all directions.
But the Dementors were numerous, and they constantly released icy cold air in an attempt to weaken the dragon's power.
On the dragon's body, the milky white light trembled slightly under the erosion of the cold air.
But it still stands firmly in the air, with fearlessness in its eyes.
The dragon opened its mouth again, and another even more powerful beam of light came out.
The light was like a sharp sword, piercing straight through the group of Dementors.
Wherever he passed, the Dementors disappeared, leaving only emptiness behind.
The number of Dementors dwindled, but the power of the dragon remained undiminished.
It roams among the Dementors, constantly destroying these creatures of the dark.
Suddenly a sharp and strange cry pierced the night sky, and the Dementors instantly changed their formation.
Dozens of Dementors quickly formed a ball.
They did not approach the dragon, but instead joined forces to release even stronger cold air in an attempt to restrict the dragon's movements.
All the remaining Dementors rushed towards Hephaestus.
Theodore stood in front of Hephis without hesitation.
With a slight wave of his hand, hundreds of seeds of different shapes scattered around them.
Theodore waved his hands and chanted a spell.
The seeds seemed to be given life and sprouted and grew quickly.
Hephis looked at Theodore in surprise, perhaps the Hufflepuff inheritance would be more suitable for Theodore.
Vines broke out of the ground and pounced on the approaching Dementors like nimble giant pythons.
The vines wrapped around the Dementors' bodies, binding them tightly and making them unable to move.
The Dementor twisted its body frantically, trying to break free from the vines.
But the vines were so tough that they couldn't break free with their strength.
At the same time, beautiful flowers bloomed with strange light.
The petals turned into sharp blades and flew towards the Dementors in the air.
These petals all carry the breath of life.
Although these petals cannot cause fatal damage to the Dementors, the cumulative damage is considerable.
The grass on the ground was also growing wildly, interweaving into huge green nets, trapping several Dementors inside.
Theodore waved his hands, and the grass nets tightened suddenly. The Dementors struggled painfully in them but could not break free.
However, the Dementors were not easily defeated, and they released icy air in an attempt to freeze the plants.
At the same time, the target of attack turned to Hephaestus and Theodore.
At this moment, a huge lily quietly bloomed.
It emits a holy light, dispelling the dark aura brought by the Dementors.
Suddenly, the strange cry rang out again, and dozens of Dementors that were not trapped rushed into the sky, as if they wanted to escape and report the news.
But they were blocked by a thin layer of milky white light curtain that seemed to be fragile if touched.
The Dementors rammed the light curtain frantically, but apart from wisps of black smoke coming out of their own bodies, the light curtain did not move at all.
Under Theodore's manipulation, the flowers and plants came forward one after another, fighting a desperate battle with the Dementors.
The dragon was also constantly using its breath to consume the Dementors' power.
Finally, under the continuous attacks, the Dementors began to retreat.
They scattered around the prison and never dared to approach easily again.
Hephis's cold voice sounded, "Aren't you coming out yet?"
As his words fell, a huge shadow flew out from the depths of the prison.
It was a Dementor over fifteen feet tall, and he was also wearing a long-tattered black robe.
But unlike other Dementors, although its facial outline is blurred, the contours of its facial features can still be vaguely seen.
Where his eyes were, there was no deep black hole, but a faint light.
"Hephis Dam, we didn't provoke you."
The large Dementor made a strange and harsh sound, but Hephis could understand it.
A sneer appeared on Hephis's lips.
"It seems that there is indeed no such thing. But if I destroy you, what does it have to do with whether you provoke me or not?"
"You..." The large Dementor seemed to be irritated, and its roar made the air around it tremble.
Hephis was unmoved and spoke slowly.
"Should I call you the leader of the Dementors, or... Axtis?"
"Extis is dead." The large Dementor roared in response, hiding a hint of resentment.
Hephis scratched his ears, "Okay, what should I call you then?"
The large Dementor hesitated for a moment, as if thinking, and finally it slowly said: "Dipper."
