Despicable Helbo—for Sirius, this is just an ordinary name. Although there is a separate record of him in the History of Magic books, there are also many dark magic books on the title pages in the restricted area of Hogwarts. , this name is engraved on it, but what is there to care about a dark wizard who died two thousand years ago?
But following the memories of the two founders of Hogwarts to this point, Sirius knew that he was totally wrong!
Horcruxes split the soul to gain eternal life. Can the soul be cut?
Gryffindor said this, and Sirius didn't quite understand it. However, the fact that dementors were wizards who over-divided their souls still frightened him quite a bit. As for what Rowena Ravenclaw said, the house elves were probably created by Helbo to create a race of intelligent life with magic. Sirius could no longer imagine that this guy's strength had reached the point of life!
"Amosta?"
They finally stepped onto the stairs with the house elf's hand as the base. Walking on this path, no one's face looked good. They tried their best to avoid looking at both sides of the stairs. Even after death, they still remained humble and flattering. The face walked silently.
Sirius, with a gloomy look on his face, suddenly said, "You've been tracking down Haierbo, right?"
Amosta was slightly stunned when he heard this. After being silent for a while, he nodded slightly.
"But - can it be said!" Sirius wanted to ask urgently, but he suddenly heard the conversation between the two founders of Hogwarts when he was above, and he immediately showed a horrified expression.
"This guy is still alive?!"
"I guess that's the case." Amosta said expressionlessly, seeming to be in a bad mood.
"Living for two thousand years?!" Sirius's voice was distorted, "Also, when we first came in, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor mentioned Merlin. What on earth is going on?"
But this time, Amosta didn't give any answer. He focused his eyes on the surging magma, and seemed to have discovered something.
"All right--"
Realizing that Amosta obviously didn't want to answer these questions, Sirius shut his mouth angrily, but within a few seconds, he couldn't help but mutter,
"Look at the situation here, I feel now that Voldemort is not so dangerous."
There are indeed some things floating in the magma, which are the skeletons of some creatures after their flesh and blood were burned away. Most of them can no longer be identified, but Amosta can still find that one of them should belong to the fire dragon. The remains of this fire dragon were much thicker and more ferocious than those he had seen before. It probably belonged to the ancestor of fire dragons.
Haierbo should regard this magma lake as a garbage incinerator. Several people have found some remains in the boiling magma. Most of them are incomplete, but considering that the remains of these creatures have been soaked in the magma for more than ten centuries. They haven't been burned yet, so you can imagine how amazing they were when they were alive.
They descended to the level of the magma, and there was only a thin magic shield between the surging magma and them. As the magma flows, the bones of creatures that cannot be melted are constantly hitting the barrier with the fire waves. Even though they know that there will be no problem, it still makes people feel extremely depressed.
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw stopped communicating with each other. They moved forward faster, and finally ten minutes later, they stood in front of a dark door under the lava lake.
This is a huge black stone door, with several giant pythons winding and circling on the door. The pythons look down with lifelike eyes, and their big ferocious mouths open with chilling venomous fangs.
"basilisk--"
Amosta murmured softly, not wanting to think too much, he also knew how to open the door.
Hiss——
Ravenclaw once again spoke parsnip, and Amosta's eyes flashed as he carefully noted the strange tone.
Buzz-——
Amidst a heavy rumbling sound, the gloom blooming in front of his eyes quickly swallowed up the dazzling light emitted by the magma.
It was like two worlds separated by a door. The room they were in was like the foyer in front of the Hogwarts auditorium. There was no trace of heat in the tall and dark room. In fact, there was even a slight hint of heat in the damp air. Chill, this chill resides in the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and makes Amosta and Sirius feel it as if they were in their shoes.
"There are dementors here!"
More than ten years of imprisonment in Azkaban had done too much harm to Sirius. As soon as he felt the familiar chill, Sirius subconsciously shrank his body, kept swaying, and even wanted to turn into an anima. Gus's form.
Bang!
After they all entered the foyer, the door closed automatically. There was no light source around, only the faint starlight emitted from the dome. Opposite is still a tall stone door, with white silky cold smoke continuously blowing out from the cracks in the closed door and the cracks in the ground.
Looking directly at this door, everyone felt a clear understanding in their hearts. They had probably touched the core of this underground ruins.
As they approached, the door opened automatically, and a room that was not much bigger than the temple hall on Avalon Island finally appeared in front of them.
Gryffindor raised his sword for the third time after arriving on the island, but this time, he was still stopped by Ravenclaw.
"No point, Godric—"
There was a gloominess in Ravenclaw's beautiful face, and she said tiredly,
"We've tried, we can't destroy this creature."
"What the hell is this?"
Sirius's eyes were filled with confusion. He stared into the hall, his thoughts too chaotic to make any rational judgment.
call--
Amosta sighed deeply, his face heavy,
"Probably. This is the Dementor's 'processing workshop'—"
In the huge hall, from the stone door they entered, on the other side that could not be seen, every few steps, there was a beautiful white halo floating a few feet above the ground. It's like a dizzying nebula suspended in the cold and silent universe.
Nebulae gave birth to stars, but in the halo in front of them, there was a vague outline of an incomplete human figure.
Gryffindor's palms passed over those haloes of light, and those scattered light sands were floating in the dark air, like playful stars.
"Is this the spiritual power that the creatures in the nearby sea have been deprived of?"
Gryffindor asked in a serious tone. After receiving this conclusion from Ravenclaw, Gryffindor shook his head and sighed,
"A beautiful heart has become a breeding ground for evil. Haierbo must prevent this guy from coming, otherwise, all magical civilization and the Muggle world will face catastrophe."
Ravenclaw seemed to see a deeper connection, she also sighed,
"These psychic powers come from the dementors we saw above. They killed lives, and the power they absorbed was transmitted here, giving birth to more companions."
Sirius looked pale. At a glance, there were about thousands of Dementor embryos in the hall. If all these Dementors were conceived, not to mention other things, this alone would be a disaster for the magic world.
The further inside they went, the broken souls in the halo came closer to the shape of the dementors they were familiar with. When they reached the innermost part, the black shadows in the halo were already wandering around inside the 'eggshell'. They sensed the approaching Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and couldn't wait to attack the breeding ground that gave birth to them.
Ravenclaw stopped in front of an embryo that was about to mature. Her icy blue eyes continued to analyze the origin of the dementors, but as the observation continued, her face became darker and darker.
"Helpo—he used this method to cultivate those colorless souls into creatures that are difficult to destroy, and finally created such an evil and special group of life."
Ravenclaw turned his attention to Gryffindor,
"As for us, we must destroy all the individuals of this group and leave only one, then we will fail-"
(End of chapter)
