MTL - The Existence of Harry Potter-v2 Chapter 3 infiltration

Tomorrow's 10,000 words, I already have more than 3,000 manuscripts.

Recommend to keep throwing it to me, thank you.

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Even the Ministry of Magic is not very clear about the number of dementors guarding Azkaban, these monsters that act on instinct and desire alone, the Minister of Magic is only a small piece in their eyes. Not so Just delicious food. It's not so much that the Ministry of Magic had the Dementors guard Azkaban, but that the Dementors were king in Azkaban, and the Ministry of Magic used it to make it the most terrifying prison.

Ask raised his head. When the boat approached the small island in the center, the wind and waves suddenly weakened a lot. At the same time, he felt the air became heavier, pressing down on him, as if he was wearing an iron coat. laborious. Fortunately, it was not the first time for Asker to come here. After taking a few deep breaths, he moved his body slightly to adapt to the strange environment here as quickly as possible.

"Get ready, it's almost here."

Dias's expression became solemn. He steered the boat, carefully avoiding all kinds of visible and invisible dangers along the route in his memory, and seemed to rush to the selected docking place slowly and quickly. It was a natural crack on the cliff, less than one meter wide, with twists and turns. The boat could only barely enter, and the height was less than half a meter. The people in the boat could only lie on the boat and let the current carry the boat to the depths.

Lying on the boat, Ask's heart beat a little faster. Although it wasn't the first time he had sneaked into Azkaban, it wasn't a good place after all. Dementors won't reason with you either. As long as they are caught, when the Ministry of Magic arrives, they will only be able to collect corpses.

"Pong!"

A slight tremor sounded, and Asker knew that the boat had stopped, and what followed was a dangerous journey of dancing on the tip of a knife.

"If you're caught by a dementor..." Dias's voice was as loud as ever, and his tone was somewhat more serious, but what he said was a jerk. "...I personally suggest that you'd better choose to self-destruct."

Asker nodded. In the darkness, he didn't know if Dias could see him. Adhering to the spirit of pulling a backstop even if he were to die, he whispered, "Don't worry, I will definitely confess you before committing suicide."

"You can try it."

Dias's answer is very confident, of course, the first is not afraid of death, the second is thoughtful, and the third is ruthless. Whether or not Asker is caught by the Dementors, whether he confesses to Dias or not, Dias will have nothing to do with it, and he will not lose a single hair on his chest.

It's just a routine rebuttal, but Ask doesn't really go to the Dementor to prove that he will do what he says.

The road in the cave twists and turns, first down, then up, until it reaches the mountain wall only fifty meters away from Azkaban Prison, with a well-camouflaged secret door on it. After nearly two centuries of hard work, Dias and his ancestors developed such a secret route. The Ministry of Magic was not ignorant, but they chose to ignore it because of their own interests. After all, no one can guarantee that they will never fail to use such a road.

Unable to use magic spells, using a flashlight or something here is equivalent to courting death. Ask can only hold on to the wall with one hand and move forward with difficulty along this path without forks.

The specific process will not be described. In short, when Asker came out, he was in a mess, with scratches and cuts on his face and hands, his clothes were covered with mud and water, emitting a stench, and his golden hair had lost its luster. , covered with dirt.

The price is very high, all I do is come here, see her, say a few words, that's all.

"So, I'm really uncomfortable if I don't die for a moment."

Asker laughed at himself. He wrapped himself tightly in a black raincoat, fastened a few buttons on it, pulled down the hood, put on a mask in his pocket, and hid himself in this special suit. Yes, it can make the dementors ignore their raincoats to a certain extent.

Asker is eleven years old this year, and his development is normal, so his body is much smaller than that of an adult, and he is inconspicuous, especially in the dark rainy night, the sound of his actions is obscured. In theory, as long as he doesn't walk past the Dementors, give them his **** or spit on them, Ask will not be discovered by them.

If Asker really does this, then let him die...

Wearing this raincoat, crawling on the ground and moving forward carefully, Ask felt like a snake. This raincoat is very light, super wear-resistant, and has a certain buffering and lubricating effect when crawling on the ground, reducing friction, which is really a lot of benefits.

Ten Galleons, Azkaban day trip, absolutely worth the money!

The distance of fifty meters took only one minute for Asker. He was really like a snake. He was very nimble when crawling on the ground. His body twisted and twisted, and his slight S-shaped action pattern resembled a snake crawling.

In Azkaban Prison, the huge ashlar is the basic material, which fits perfectly, just like the pyramids of ancient Egypt, which can be entered seamlessly. To enter the prison, either go through the main entrance and slowly go up the stairs, or climb up the wall, find the vent, saw off the railing, and climb in.

Asker didn't want to take someone out of prison, so he didn't need to sneak in, he just needed to climb up the stone wall like a gecko, find the cell, and say a few words to her through the window.

"Good luck... Fortunately, it's only on the third floor."

Asker pushed his glasses, gritted his teeth, and started looking for the starting point of the last time he climbed along the wall. A year is not enough to change anything, the inconspicuous foothold is still there, only need to use a protruding stone, use the leverage point left on the uneven wall corroded by wind and rain, climb. To the height of the three-story building, in fact, it is still—

Very painful.

The process does not need to be repeated, but it is necessary to mention a small episode in the middle.

When passing by the second floor, Ask stopped at a window for a while, and the prisoner inside noticed him, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com sneaking closer to the window, he reached out a hand and grabbed Asker's hair, startling him.

"It hurts! You let me go!"

Asker groaned in pain, his hand gripping the railing tightly, he could only have one free hand at most, but the hand sticking out from the window obviously belonged to an adult.

"You are alive!"

The voice from the cell was full of surprises, but also a little bit of doubt. His hand still didn't mean to let go. Asker felt that his scalp was about to be ripped off by him, so he roared angrily:

"Nonsense! Am I not a living person, am I a dementor?!"

Hearing the word "Dementor", the prisoner was obviously startled, his hand retracted back subconsciously, but he didn't loosen Asker's hair, so he almost didn't make Asker cry.

"Bastard! Release your dirty hands!"

Asker grabbed the arm with his hands angrily, leaving bloodstains, but the prisoner inside didn't seem to feel any pain at all, but Asker's rising voice made him a little uneasy and worried.

"Be quiet, you will attract dementors!"

The prisoner persuaded in a low voice, but Asker shouted in a higher voice: "If you attract, am I afraid of them? If you don't let go, I will bet a copper nut, and you will definitely pay before me. To the Dementor's Kiss!"

"Now, I'm starting to count!"

"1!"

"2!"

"3..."