bookbashuk Chapter 377 Heading to the Underground Chamber! Percy: Why is Azkaban getting more and more eerie?
Chapter 377 Heading to the Underground Chamber! Percy: Why is Azkaban getting more and more eerie?
Chapter 377 Heading to the Underground Chamber! Percy: Why is Azkaban getting more and more eerie?
Azkaban.
"Achoo!"
Ethan, who had been teleported back, sneezed, rubbed his nose, and muttered, "Professor Snape must be praising me. Seeing how much progress my students have made under my excellent teaching."
"Professor Snape would be very pleased."
Ethan nodded firmly.
As for what seems to circulate in Hogwarts, it's because of his classes, and in other classes (especially the tedious Potions class).
Rumors of someone being drowsy.
It's none of his business~
What?
You're looking for "Professor Norn," what does that have to do with my righteous and benevolent savior!
"I heard that because my class was in the second period, a student even tried to drown himself in a crucible..."
""
Ethan smacked his lips and suddenly grinned with an angelic smile.
He said with some difficulty, "This is a bit too enthusiastic~ The topic of the afterlife is not the focus of this semester."
They all like to preview the material.
Who can say my class is bad?
This Defense Against the Dark Arts class was fantastic!
"alright."
Ethan stood up and waved his wand.
She meticulously cleaned herself up—she had just spilled some unidentified red liquid on the long table.
I glanced outside at the dark, overcast sky.
He nodded and said, "That's about right, we can go downstairs to prepare now."
The secret treasure of the dark wizard Extis, here I come!
"Squeak."
The cell door opened with a click.
It was as if the protective magic applied above was just for show.
They were no match for Ethan.
"My hands grew webbed, my neck grew cheeks... My brothers and sisters sit under the table, picking up my bones... and exchanging them with the inhabitants of the deep sea."
""
"Hmph hmph hmph~"
Ethan hummed a little tune and walked briskly out of the prison.
Step into the salty sea breeze.
Behind.
One of the prisoners stared blankly at Ethan's retreating figure, rubbing his eyes.
He held up his finger, trembling, and said, "Just... just a moment ago, were there two demons?!"
"A devil was sitting in the corner, and then, suddenly, a strange door appeared... and out came an identical devil!"
He was referring to both the doll Ethan and the real Ethan.
The dark wizard was so frightened that his eyes widened, and he was on the verge of tears.
Before entering Azkaban, there was no mention of living next to the devils of hell!
Give them back their lovely, kind Dementors! QAQ
Don't overthink it, buddy.
Another prisoner patted his "colleague" on the shoulder through the fence.
He spoke in a weathered, experienced tone, saying, "Don't look, don't ask."
"Only fools live longer. Remember Dolokhov, who's now just fertilizer? That troublemaker is the best example."
"oh oh...
""
Prisoner Number One nodded blankly.
He hugged his knees and curled up in the corner.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless.
He showed no trace of the arrogant and domineering person he was before going to prison.
The other prisoners in the cells all looked the same, lifeless.
...Damn it, that weird little devil did it all by himself.
They turned a perfectly good prison sentence into a rule-based survival game!
Is there no justice left?!
"This isn't confinement, it's like sending wolves into sheepfolds, giving them free experience points like crazy!"
—You stupid Ministry of Magic, I curse you to be finished sooner or later!!
Prisoner number two clung to the fence, roaring out in grief and anger.
It was the most effective curse ever uttered.
The lower levels of Azkaban.
Without Connie Auror's supervision, Ethan descended the spiral staircase without any obstruction.
.
Occasionally, they would run into a patrolling Auror.
The other person would freeze abruptly, then their gaze would smoothly slide over Ethan.
They walked away from Ethan, their hands and feet clasped together, their lights twinkling.
"Perhaps it was because of the dim light and poor eyesight..."
'
Ethan thought to himself, somewhat disappointed.
He had even prepared a few comic strips, hoping the Aurors would enjoy them.
"Since no one saw me, then forget it."
As he spoke, Ethan stepped over the damp stone steps.
Surrounded by a bright golden light, he arrived at the lowest level of Azkaban as easily as strolling through his own backyard.
The ground floor is a vast and empty space.
Several desks were scattered around, each equipped with a call bell, suggesting that this was where the Aurors worked.
But after the Dementors joined the guards.
Clearly, no one had managed to escape, and no one wanted to stay there any longer.
The desk gradually fell into disuse.
The surface is pitted and uneven, covered with holes eroded by moisture.
The call bell was also covered in a layer of dust.
It was a scene of complete neglect.
The light of the lamp pierced through the cold stone floor, pointing down to the very bottom of Azkaban!
"That's strange..."
""
Ethan walked slowly by, his fingers tracing a clear mark on the table.
"Even without the guidance of the lamps, shouldn't the wizards have turned this fortress upside down long ago?"
"The fact that the black wizard's treasure has survived to this day... most likely means that the underground is extremely dangerous."
"No wizard could handle the excavation, so it was sealed away."
"Ultimately forgotten in memory, left alone to guard this empty tomb."
"Sigh—what a lack of exploratory spirit!"
Ethan sighed softly.
Withdraw your hand and lightly flick the dust off your fingers.
Suddenly, a smile spread across his face, almost reaching his ears!
Like ice cracking open to reveal the surging sea beneath!
A strange light suddenly shot out from those azure eyes!
"Since nobody else cares," then I'll gladly accept it... Dark magic is just a branch of advanced magic; how it's used is entirely up to the user.
Ethan spoke slowly, toying with his wand.
then.
With a deft flick of his finger, the tip of his staff pointed to the ground, and he murmured, "To shatter into pieces."
"Click!"
The hard, heavy rock suddenly cracked!
"Boom—"
""
Smoke and dust billowed up, and a large hole cracked open in the ground.
From underground, a strong, salty, and fishy smell gushed out.
It looks like someone is raising fish down there.
In Ethan's vision, a strange, dark magical power surged.
"It's a good omen."
Ethan nodded, maintaining the ball of light.
Following the light, without hesitation and without waiting, I jumped down from the cave entrance!
The figure was quickly swallowed up by the writhing darkness.
"Splash, splash."
The waves crashed against the fortress, and in the depths of the sea.
Faintly, a hoarse singing voice could be heard:
Come, my dear child...
Join us, enter this cold, lonely prison... and taste eternal darkness and despair...
.】
Come quickly... come quickly...
at the same time.
"What was that sound?!"
Percy, the eldest son of the Weasleys, shrank back and looked down in horror.
As an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts, Percy followed his life plan and joined the prestigious Ministry of Magic immediately after graduation.
He swore he would never associate with his mischievous brothers.
But unfortunately.
Percy's career path did not seem to be smooth sailing.
Mr. Crouch, who had initially followed me, retired and disappeared.
Later, because of Ethan's matter.
It went through several rounds of review.
"Luckily, it was eventually found out that I had absolutely nothing to do with that crazy kid," Percy thought, his eyes shining.
"What an upright and visionary Minister Scringer was! After learning the reason, he not only didn't ignore me, but promoted me to be his clerk!"
"I must serve the Minister well!"
This loyalty has evolved to the point where it goes beyond simply distancing oneself from one's brothers.
He has also almost completely severed ties with his family who supported Ethan.
Although it was a very unpleasant situation... Percy firmly believed that they were the ones who lacked common sense!
I don't know who is truly worth following!
but.
Loyalty is not something you can just talk about.
Some action is also needed.
Just like.
Now, Percy, on the orders of Minister Scrinjee, has come to Azkaban to personally examine Ethan's current situation.
"What on earth happened? Where's Ethan?!"
Percy felt the tremor and stared at the other Aurors.
The other Aurors kept their eyes downcast, looking at the young man who hadn't even grown his first hair with indifferent gazes.
...Every generation of ministers has its own "dogs".
The previous generation was Dexter Auror; this generation is the Gryffindor who is too eager to improve.
Ignored, Percy gritted his teeth.
His cheeks gradually burned, and he felt a surge of humiliation rising from his chest. He turned away angrily.
Following the direction from which the tremor came, he descended the steps, muttering to himself, "Hmph, once I personally catch Ethan, let's see how you still look down on me—"
Just then.
Percy suddenly stopped, looking around in astonishment:
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"...Huh? Where did all the Dementors go?"