Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 64 Dementors

The entire island is filled with mist, and when entering it, the damp and cold permeate the whole body, making people shiver unavoidably.

"Eat a piece of chocolate."

Moody took out a large piece of chocolate from his worn coat pocket, broke it off and gave a small piece to Voldemort and Flitwick.

"It's really cold here." Flitwick took the chocolate and said, "I should wear more."

"It's useless." Moody is very familiar with this place. He shook his head and said, "Dementors will suck away happiness and bring coldness. Once you get inside, you will know."

The two looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a long castle in the distance in the mist, with dilapidated outer walls and green moss, which was very eye-catching.

"Wait for a while, the striker will pick us up, if you go in rashly, it will easily cause the attack of the dementors." Moody reminded again.

This is why Dumbledore specially asked him to accompany him. Azkaban is completely different from Hogwarts, and they need a guide who is familiar enough here.

"Also." He reminded again seriously, "I know you all know the Patronus Charm, but unless it involves life-threatening, don't use it, otherwise it will cause a riot of dementors."

Voldemort and Flitwick looked at each other, then nodded together to express their understanding.

While the three were chatting, a figure appeared in the distance, and he quickly came to the three of them.

"Mr. Moody, I'm glad you're here." The man said with reverence in his eyes.

"Dean Flitwick, I didn't expect to see you here." The reverence turned into respect.

"Senior Quirinus, I didn't expect you to come." Respect turned into joy.

"Okay, Makto, this is not a place to reminisce."

Moody opened his mouth, and rudely snatched three badges from Marko, kept one for himself, and handed the remaining two to Voldemort.

Voldemort put the badge on his chest while waking Quirrell who was sleeping deep in his mind.

"Who is Maxtor?" Voldemort asked in his head.

"My junior," Quirrell said immediately, "I taught him the Patronus Charm, in seventh grade, because he wanted to be an Auror, but he became a striker."

"He knows you well?" Voldemort asked.

"No, I just pointed him out, so I have some friendship, but I haven't seen him since graduation."

Voldemort asked about other details, and after confirming that Quirrell had no secrets in common with the man in front of him, he let him go to sleep.

"I got the news that you are coming, but there is a criminal who needs to be handed over, so I came out..."

Marko babbled on, but the three of them walked into the castle all the way without opening their mouths to respond.

The dampness and coldness became more and more serious, the happiness in his mind began to be sucked, and Voldemort felt that his whole body was not good-Lin Zuo's character was rapidly losing, and Voldemort's nature was rising.

"Do you want to rest first, or..."

Before Maxtor could finish speaking, Voldemort spoke first.

"Work, Marko, we came with a mission."

After he finished speaking, he frowned dissatisfiedly, and then squeezed out a smile, "Sorry, Makto, I've never been in contact with dementors, so I'm not used to it."

"I know, Senior Quirinus, it's difficult at first, and everyone will become irritable, but you will get used to it soon, communicate more, and you can expel bad tempers."

Makto said with a smile, but the smile looked a little fake, it seemed that he was also affected, but it took longer to adapt and deal with it more calmly.

"Communicate with the dementors early, and get out of this ghostly place as soon as possible." Flitwick said, he didn't seem to be in a good state.

On the other hand, Moody had a bad temper, but he didn't know if he was affected.

Perhaps this was a wrong decision, to suppress the nature of the remnant soul... Voldemort said to himself in his heart, and walked behind Max to the depths of the castle.

"On the outer floor, the crimes are relatively light. There are no dementors. They will leave after a few months, and they will not escape from prison, making their crimes aggravated."

As Makto introduced, he walked inside, waited through the first iron gate, and entered the second floor of the castle. The air became colder, and the speed of happiness being sucked was also accelerating.

"This floor has been imprisoned for several years. There are not many people. The dementors guarding here are relatively rational and easy to communicate with. I suggest you find one here."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger to the depths of the dark corridor.

Everyone followed the direction he pointed, and through the dim candlelight on the wall, they barely saw a figure approaching them:

It is estimated to be more than three meters tall, wearing a cloak and a hood, and the whole body is floating.

As he got closer, he could see his hand protruding from the sleeve—glowing slightly, gray, thin, and scabbed, like something dead and soaked in water to rot again.

"Woooo..."

Withered wind poured out from the hood, Makto stepped forward, let the wind blow on his head, and then turned his head back in pain.

"He said he was willing to go." He said, keeping away from the dementors. "I have communicated with them about your purpose before, and this one is quite docile."

"We will listen to your suggestion, but we still need to understand more, it is very important for the safety of the children." Marko agreed, and Flitwick asked again, "How did you communicate with him?"

"Put your head close to their mouth, and those winds will blow their thoughts into their heads."

After he finished speaking, he immediately added, "Of course, to prevent them from kissing, sometimes they can't control their thoughts."

Flitwick nodded, and asked again: "How many dementors are there in Azkaban?"

"Around one hundred, known." Marko shook his head and said, "There may be some in the depths of the castle, but no one wants to count."

"How many dementors are there on this floor?" asked Voldemort.

"A dozen or so, and the rest are guarding the prisoners inside. Those are wild and difficult to communicate with," Makto said.

"Go and see those dementors." Moody said suddenly, "By the way, take a look at the prisoners I caught and make sure whether they have received the punishment they deserved."

Flitwick glanced at Voldemort, and seeing that he had no objection, he nodded in agreement.

"Eat some chocolate before leaving, it's even more sad inside." Makto said, distributed the chocolate, and then led everyone to go deeper.

When leaving this floor, Voldemort took a look at the criminals in the cell. Most of them sat with dull eyes, looking more like walking dead than human.

"Be prepared, the dementors here don't like to wear cloaks, it's a little ugly." Makto said, opening the door, and leading everyone into a darker depth.

I didn't go deep, and I saw a dementor. Indeed, as Makto said, the dementor here didn't wear a cloak, and it was very ugly:
Dry and shriveled, without eyes, the empty eye sockets are covered with a thin layer of scabbed skin, and the mouth is a large hole with a dark inside.

It's so ugly, I'm almost catching up with the noseless one... Voldemort thought to himself.

　Tickets for those without noses~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)