Dumbledore's question brought Amosta's mind back to the collapsed island of Avalon. In the Greek temple in the center of the island, there were nine huge murals that he had seen before. On the murals, depicting Long ago, the legendary kings Arthur and Merlin fought together in an earth-shattering battle against the Queen of Avalon Island, Morgan Le Fay.
The only person who survived this war was Merlin.
King Arthur and Morgan Le Fay, the mortal enemies also recorded in Muggle myths and legends, have both fallen, and the whereabouts of Merlin and the black shadow remain a mystery.
Thinking of the black shadow, Amosta's eyes fell on the bottle on the desk in front of him, thinking quietly.
Morgan Le Fay, known as the Witch of the Isle of Avalon, was the leader of the historic Druid sect at that time. This fact has relevant descriptions in both Muggle books and wizard history.
The dark shadow in Morgan's body... has only been recorded in mythology. Where did it go? Was it imprisoned in the Blackstone Tower by Merlin?
At the end of that battle, the twin snake staffs thrown by the shadows...the dementors...Azkaban...
"Do you know the exact location of Azkaban, Headmaster Dumbledore?"
After a long silence, Amosta looked at Dumbledore, expressionless.
Dumbledore was not surprised that Amosta wanted to go to Azkaban to find out. After all, that was where the dementors that caused the change in his soul were first discovered.
"I'm sorry, Amosta--"
Dumbledore shook his head and said,
"The location of Azkaban is a top secret in the wizarding world. It is protected by the Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries with the Fidelity Charm and passed down from generation to generation. I'm afraid even Connelly doesn't know which Silent person holds this secret. In human hands..."
"Then how did the Ministry of Magic keep those prisoners in bonded prisons?"
"Portkey--"
Dumbledore smiled with a complicated expression,
"Once the Wizengamot deems a wizard worthy of being sent to Azkaban, the Strikers will escort the wizard directly to Azkaban through a two-way portkey set up in the Ministry of Magic... if..."
Looking at Amosta who was listening attentively, Dumbledore suddenly imagined a possibility:
The famous bounty wizard in the underground world, Golden Viper, broke into the Ministry of Magic, paralyzed all the armed forces in the Ministry, and stole the key to Azkaban. Currently, the Ministry of Magic has not yet learned that Golden Viper has committed this crime. What is the purpose of the heinous crime, but it is not ruled out that Jin Viper may be commissioned to rescue a certain prisoner imprisoned in Azkaban Prison...
Thinking of this, Dumbledore couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He knew that Amosta had the courage and ability to do this.
"If you need a trip to Azkaban,"
Dumbledore looked at the young man opposite who seemed to be thinking about something, and said in a more serious tone,
"I can apply to Connelly for you... using the excuse of Defense Against the Dark Arts research project. I believe Connelly will not refuse my request, but I think he should let me go with him. At least, he probably I’ll ask Rufus or Barty to accompany you.”
Amosta frowned. Every one of the things he wanted to investigate might cause an uproar if thrown out. With so many people staring at him, what else could he do.
"Thank you for your kindness, Principal Dumbledore," Amosta nodded gratefully, "I'd better figure it out myself."
"Amosta."
Dumbledore leaned forward a little, his blue pupils cast a serious look, and there was a warning in his tone.
"I understand what you are worried about, Principal Dumbledore." Amosta smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not such an impatient wizard. I will wait for the right opportunity and won't make the whole world aware of it and make people panic. .”
The topic of how to get to Azkaban ended here. Dumbledore knew that he could not stop Amostar, but kept emphasizing that if people knew that the Ministry of Magic had lost absolute control over Azkaban, then , what a terrible thing it is for the residents of the British magical world.
"About evil creatures like dementors--"
Amosta would probably do those things, and Dumbledore knew it, so he said directly,
"In the more than ten centuries since its discovery, wizards have actually never stopped studying them. When I was young, I also tried to uncover their secrets for a period of time. Of course, it was just research on data. As they say, it cannot be killed, and the only thing that can restrain them is the Patronus Charm--"
"Even you can't destroy them?"
Amosta narrowed his eyes, "I mean, with all your strength?"
Noticing that the cup in Amosta's hand was no longer steaming, Dumbledore moved his fingers and filled the cup for him. Upon hearing this question, Dumbledore smiled helplessly but did not speak.
Dumbledore's silence told the answer.
But it's a strange thing, isn't it?
Amosta blew the tea leaves away from the cup and sipped the tea thoughtfully.
There is life and there is death. This is the law of nature and the law of the universe. Even with the magic, we cannot escape this iron-clad law.
If there is a kind of creature that has an extremely long life, and there is no way to kill them, then throughout the ages, so many dark wizards and careerists have tried to come up with various ways to prevent their own death, even at the expense of splitting their souls. , isn't it a stupid thing to make Horcruxes? Why don't they rush into Azkaban and study how to turn themselves into dementors?
Unless, dementors are not a kind of life at all.
"Do dementors have souls?"
After thinking for a moment, Amosta blinked his lavender eyes and asked.
"You got to the heart of the matter--"
The dementors that ordinary wizards talk about are actually just that to Dumbledore and Amosta. Apart from being unkillable, these things pose no threat to them.
With blue eyes full of appreciation, Dumbledore smiled and said,
"Similar to you, Amosta, my main method of researching Dementors is to consult literature. Many years ago, a close friend of mine seemed to have done real research. In the letter he sent me, he An interesting point was brought up.”
A person who was hailed as a close friend by Dumbledore actually went to personally study Dementors, a creature closely related to black magic. Amosta raised his eyebrows, and then thought of Albus Dumbledore, a contemporary man. Unverified rumors from the youth of the greatest wizard himself.
"He believes that... the soul of a dementor is its body. This is a creature that combines soul and body. The dementor regards the 'evil thoughts' as its body, and there is a mysterious connection between individuals. ...Maybe their life forces are connected."
"So, it's not that dementors cannot be killed, but that they cannot be killed individually...Mr. Grindelwald is indeed a genius."
Under Dumbledore's wry smile, Amosta nodded thoughtfully,
"Also, did Mr. Grindelwald mention anything else...for example, the reason why this creature was created or how it was created?"
"Something happened after that,"
Dumbledore's old cheeks shook with a flash of bitterness.
"We have completely cut off all personal contact..."
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