bookbashuk Chapter 369 Ethan arrived in his loyal Azkaban! On that day, the Dementor Chapter remembered what fe
Chapter 369 Ethan arrived in his loyal Azkaban! On that day, the Dementor Chapter remembered what fe
Chapter 369 Ethan arrived in his loyal Azkaban! On that day, the Dementors remembered what fear was.
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The judge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
She glanced at the minister and nodded, saying, "No, no problem... I'll leave it to you then, Miss Rozier."
Why are they all so unruly?
Why not quit your job as soon as possible and go back to your hometown to herd minotaurs?
Connie gave a soft hum after receiving an affirmative answer.
Those were the pairs of eyes that Ethan remembered.
His innocent-looking eyes suggest he may have suffered some kind of trauma during this time.
It unexpectedly revealed a sharp edge.
He gripped tightly the thick, black whip that bound Ethan's wrists.
It was as if, on the other end, a kite was tied, which would disappear in the blink of an eye.
Is he feeling unwell?
Ethan thought to himself, and understood.
She tilted her head and smiled kindly and gently, "Drink more hot water, Miss Rozier."
Connie: ?
It was as if I could see a straight piece of steel, shaking its head and uttering human language.
A cross appeared on Connie's forehead.
Her cheeks, however, couldn't help but feel slightly hot.
...Great savior of the magical world, do you still remember my name?
"Heh, heh heh... Hmm!"
Connie snapped back to reality.
Meeting the strange looks from those around him, he quickly suppressed the silly grin that had unconsciously crept onto his face.
Despise yourself in your heart:
Ethan is clearly no longer the "Hero Ethan" he once was...
Attacking Gringotts and disrupting social order.
He's already an utterly wicked villain!
How can you still worship and admire him like before?
"...You are ill, Mr. Vincent."
Connie spoke softly.
A pair of beautiful eyes stared intently at Ethan.
Her breathing quickened slightly, and a strange flush rose on her cheeks.
He gripped the whip tightly and murmured, "But don't worry, I'll help you! Azkaban is a quiet place, suitable for treatment..."
Yes, I will remove the dark curse from you, Ethan!
Ethan: ?
He looked at the stubborn expression on Miss Rozier's face.
He felt the black whip tightening around his wrist.
He thought to himself:
Miss Rozier... she and Luna might become good friends.
Sigh, attracting so many outstanding talents, I really feel guilty~
"Looking forward to spending time with you, Miss Rozier."
"Ooh, oh oh oh!"
North Sea.
Dark clouds rolled in.
The inky black waves were like an insurmountable barrier.
It surges on the sea surface, devouring all living things that fall into it.
Azkaban, the most secure prison in the magical world.
It is located right here.
Like a pitch-black triangular pillar, it stands in the middle of the turbulent sea.
The Dementors roamed around, their interiors shrouded in various forbidden spells.
It's practically a "dead man's island" completely isolated from the world!
tonight.
The deathly silence was broken.
A horse-drawn carriage carrying important prisoners sped in from the horizon.
"We have guests."
Antonin Dolokhov, a Death Eater, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow, rotten teeth.
Clinging to the railing, his bloodthirsty and crazed eyes, like those of a wild beast, were fixed on the ever-growing carriage in the distance.
During the First Wizarding War.
He has been imprisoned ever since for the murder of the Prewitt brothers, members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Like the other most loyal Death Eaters.
With his unwavering loyalty to Voldemort.
He clung to life, maintaining his sanity.
In a sense, it can be said that their willpower was strong.
"Perfect timing, I've been so bored I could explode since Bella left..."
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"Tsk, I have no idea what Yaxley is up to! He said he'd be back soon to pick me up, but there's still no sign of him!"
Dolokhov muttered a complaint.
then.
They watched the approaching carriage with a gaze that was both intriguing and malicious.
However, things are getting a bit interesting now.
[Waaah—]
The Dementors also sensed the arrival of the fresh souls and swarmed over them.
It was as if a pitch-black curtain had been drawn in mid-air.
The pervasive sense of death and desolation.
The prisoners in most of the cells were so frightened that they trembled and dared not utter a sound.
[Waaaaah... Waaaah...]
Fresh criminals... let's eat them...
Let us enjoy his soul... huh?
Sudden.
The Dementor's feeding motion abruptly stopped.
It was as if I had tasted a familiar flavor, and a memory from ancient times was awakened.
That's a closely guarded legend among the Dementor race (not really).
It is said that it happened on a train from which there was no escape.
A monster-eating demon wielding a silver-white hammer will roll them into balls and eat them.
—That was absolutely terrifying!
In full view of everyone.
The Dementors seemed to have been blown away by the oncoming carriage!
Whoosh!
They scattered and fled!
In the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace!
The prisoners: ? ? ?
Death Eater Dolokhov: ? ? ?
Ok?
Something seems off?
next second.
A burst of golden light appeared!
It was as if the sun had fallen from the sky to earth.
A blinding ray of light suddenly pierced through the dark clouds, illuminating this prison that had always been shrouded in darkness!
Let those Dementors who didn't have time to escape be annihilated with screams!
Dolokhov: ? ? ? ?
The fierce expression on his face froze, and his eyes widened in shock!
I can't believe what I just saw!
The Dementors are dead?
Wait, this thing can actually be killed??
Are they not prisoners, but lunatics who want to carry out some "Azkaban purge plan"?!
Amidst countless stunned gazes.
There stood a clean and upright figure, completely out of place in the dilapidated environment.
He stepped out of the carriage.
An arm, as pale as a corpse, emerged from the void.
Like the most loyal servant, it served as a foothold, allowing that person to step on its palm.
"call--
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Ethan comfortably took a deep breath of the fresh sea air.
He looked up and scanned the prison he had been longing to see.
Meeting those bewildered and ignorant eyes.
He raised the corners of his mouth in a smile and said, "You no longer need to be confused! Because your faith has arrived!"
talking.
Magic surged in his hands.
A notebook with a black cover appeared—
It was Tom Riddle's old diary!
As a Horcrux.
It is itself a sophisticated piece of black magic, cough, a "magical tool".
Before Ethan.
I've always used it as an infinite draft.
But now...
It has a better use now~
For example, in the quiet times of Azkaban.
With so much material, you could write an interesting memoir or something.
Thinking of this.
Ethan's smile deepened.
In prison.
I don't know why.
Dolokhov, the Death Eater, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
It was like a bucket of Styx water being poured over one's head.
The initial, brutal excitement vanished.
He stared in astonishment at the strange boy standing in mid-air.
A strong sense of foreboding permeated the air.
...Uh, this new guy seems a little different from what he expected?
Yaxley, when the hell are you coming to pick me up for my escape?!
Waiting in the mortal realm, it's urgent!!!
While Ethan planned to keep the criminals of Azkaban shining brightly.
Hogwarts.
Whether it was intentional or unintentional on the part of the professors, the students who participated in the Gringotts operation...
They were gathered together and placed in solitary confinement.
Perfect timing, let's have a proper, open conversation tonight.
"We have to go save Ethan!" Hermione said urgently, lowering her voice. "Ethan hasn't come back all day, and the Ministry of Magic might do something to him!"
Ron: "Uh—like kneeling before Ethan and begging him not to kill them?"
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Hermione rolled her eyes at him.
Turning to Harry, who had remained silent, she urged, "Harry, what do you think? Say something!"
"Ah, this one."
Harry frowned.
He stammered for a long time but couldn't come up with a coherent explanation.
This greatly disappointed Hermione.
Actually, Harry has been having a strange dream lately.
It was a dark, narrow corridor.
There was a tightly closed door ahead.
His perspective was very low, as if he were gliding close to the ground.
Each time, I was just a little short of hitting that door.
Each time, it's always before we encounter it.
Suddenly awakened.
Besides.
And then a hoarse, oddly uttered voice kept ringing out:
Open it... touch it... get that glass ball! Then, use the power of fate to alter it.
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Let life fall behind the curtain...!
This is a woman's voice.
However, it seemed as if a monster was imitating a human.
Every time Harry hears it, it gives him goosebumps.
I felt a chill run down my spine!
Harry didn't know what "it" meant.
But instinctively, I felt that I absolutely could not let that strange female voice get it!
Could it be related to "Mr. Lamp"?
Was that female voice one of his subordinates?
The eeriness was just as strong, but Harry always had a vague feeling that something was off.
Moreover.
"Mr. Lamp" is very likely Ethan...
It's shrouded in mystery.
Harry's head was spinning; he felt incredibly agitated!
even.
A thought crossed my mind: it's not so bad that Ethan is being watched by the Ministry of Magic now.
Just as Harry was caught in a tangled feeling of guilt.
Hermione's voice suddenly rang out:
"I think we should tell Professor Norn about rescuing Ethan."
Harry: ?
He looked up in surprise at his companions who had started discussing the topic.
I suddenly had the feeling of daydreaming for a minute during math class.
Suddenly I couldn't understand anything.jpg
Who should we save?
Who should we tell?
"No!" Harry blurted out, "Absolutely not this one thing!!"
He met the surprised looks of his companions.
Harry paused.
With a forced smile, he continued:
"...What I mean is, the last person we should tell is Professor Norn, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."
"In fact, we should be more wary of him!"
Hermione's eyes widened. "Why? Professor Norn is actually quite responsible!"
It is said that everyone must learn to cast spells without a staff.
We're really close to achieving that goal.
Don't worry about how it was achieved.
Harry pursed his lips, his mind a jumble, and said in a low voice, "Because... I suspect that Professor Norn is 'Mr. Lamp'!"
"We should—organize secret societies and carry out covert operations!"
Click.
A silent, soft sound.
Like gears meshing.
Fate, quietly and silently, returned to its "right track".