Chapter 195: Dealing with Dementors

    North Sea.

    Azkaban is dark and gloomy, as if it is the end of the world,

    ''Truly the end of the world for you if you are unlucky enough to be sent here..''

    ''I don''t know what Master Cyrus will do to me..'' Lucius didn''t know how he got here in a daze. He felt like he was trapped in a turbulent river, unable to escape and could only be carried forward.

    When he came to his senses, the gray tower that stood like a skeleton on the horizon was already right in front of him.

    He looked back and saw that the number of wizards who came with him had increased.

    After the gathering that belonged only to the twenty-eight sacred purebloods, although they had to take action immediately, each family still brought along some purebloods of lower status and some half-bloods.

    At this moment, everyone was wearing masks and wrapped in black robes, darker than the surging black waters of the North Sea.

    "Snape isn''t here?"

    A man squeezed in front of Lucius.

    The world was spinning around him, and Lucius couldn''t even tell who the man under the mask was. It was almost ten seconds later that he realized that the man was talking to him, but the voice was made unclear by the surging waves.

    "I reached out to him," Lucius replied, swallowing hard.

    At that moment, he had contemplated sending two separate letters—one to Snape and another to Cyrus—but with so many eyes watching him, he ultimately didn''t have the courage.

    As for Snape''s letter, it contained very little detail. He couldn''t risk revealing the plan before confirming whether Snape would participate.

    "It seems he really has betrayed us!" the wizard sneered, branding Snape as a traitor, and feeling genuine disgust and hatred toward Snape''s actions, as if it extended to Snape as a person.

    ''As if you yourself were so loyal.''

    Lucius didn''t respond. His mind was blank, the black waves continued to rise, crashing against the surface of the sea, and the spray that splashed up felt like icy, burning nails, harshly piercing his soul.

    "Because of that rat Pettigrew''s betrayal, the Ministry of Magic noticed the Dementors'' vulnerabilities as guards, so they''ve sent a few Aurors to assist," one of the more informed wizards said. "This is good news for us—Aurors are easier to deal with than Dementors!"

    Hearing this, Lucius''s vacant eyes suddenly reflected the shadows of those "ghosts" circling the dilapidated tower. Though the number of Dementors had decreased, there were still a fair few left.

    Without needing further instruction, several clever wizards had already begun doing just that. They tossed random objects from their pockets, and with a flick of their wands, transformed them into ropes, chains, or thorny vines. In an instant, these bindings pierced through the Dementors'' tattered cloaks, securely trapping them!

    A few other wizards combined their efforts to cast Levitation Charms, raising the seawater to form water prisons around the Dementors. Then came the command:

    "Freeze them all!"

    "Yeah!"

    In an instant, the water prisons, along with the trapped Dementors, froze into massive ice spheres, which then fell into the sea, drifting away with the currents to an unknown fate.

    The first line of defense at Azkaban, the Dementors—creatures that had caused countless people nightmares—collapsed just like that. In truth, these beings were feared mainly because the prisoners in Azkaban were utterly defenseless against them.

    The Aurors on the island soon sensed something was wrong. In fact, they should have noticed earlier, but being surrounded by Dementors had plunged their spirits into despair.

    Now, as their emotions slightly recovered, they finally noticed the swarm of Death Eaters approaching like a dark cloud of locusts!

    "Prepare for battle, and try to contact the Ministry of Magic!" one of the Aurors shouted. He ignited the fireplace, intending to use the Floo Network to connect with the Ministry. But he was a moment too late.

    Before the green flames could fully ignite, a bolt of green lightning crossed the sea and struck down!

    "Avada Kedavra!"

    The spell hit the Auror squarely in the chest, sending his body flying backward. His eyes were wide open as he tumbled lifelessly to the ground, like a broken doll.

    He was dead.

    And then came the slaughter.

    It was all too easy.

    The Death Eaters stepped over the Auror''s now cold body, grinning with satisfaction.

    That exhilarating feeling, the thrill of taking another''s life with such ease—it was something they hadn''t experienced in over a decade.

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