A huge magnetic force came from the statue of the Dementors, pulling Dumbledore, Elwyn, and Harry over, dragging them forward, forward …
When Elwyn's feet landed on the ground again, they were in Azkaban.
Even without the Dementors in Azkaban, this place was still unpleasant.
It was midsummer, but the surrounding temperature was very low, as if it was winter. Elwyn's breath turned into white mist.
"Very well, there's no one else. You two can put away the Invisibility Cloak, there's no need to wear it now!" Dumbledore's voice sounded in the darkness. "Fluorescent Flash!"
"Fluorescent Flash!" Elwyn also took out his wand, bits of golden light dispelling the surrounding darkness.
He looked around. This was a small black room without any decorations or furniture. The worn floor was rotten, and there was an unpleasant smell, as if something was rotting.
The Dementors had left an indelible mark on Azkaban. Even without them, an atmosphere of despair still shrouded the island.
"This is Azkaban?" Harry also looked around curiously, his expression full of awe.
"Strictly speaking, it's not. This is just an external tower, specially used for teleportation." Elwyn explained, "The main building of Azkaban is a castle about the same size as Hogwarts. It's said that it was left behind by Salazar Slytherin."
In that case, the architectural style of Azkaban and Hogwarts should be very similar. They were built at the same time, and both used to be castles of the Slytherin family.
Unfortunately, because it was shrouded in thick fog all year round, almost no one had seen the full appearance of Azkaban castle.
This place was full of magic and many terrifying legends in the hearts of wizards. People were very reluctant to mention it.
Therefore, no one would compare whether the architectural style of Azkaban and Hogwarts castles were very similar.
"This way!" Dumbledore said, leading Elwyn and Harry out of the room.
The last time Elwyn came, there were two Dementors guarding the door, but now there were no wizards from the Ministry of Magic.
In fact, there was no one in the building except for the three of them, until they came to the broken wooden walkway.
Just like what Elwyn had told Harry, the building that the three of them were in was a towering tower, independent of Azkaban, built on a reef far away from the island. Only through this plank road could they enter Azkaban.
Outside the plank road, it was still shrouded in the fog unique to the North Sea. The visibility was less than a foot, and the fog was so hazy that it was hard to see anything clearly, as if something was hiding in it.
Perhaps it was the Soul Catchers. They did not leave Azkaban. They were just hiding in the thick fog, still surrounding the island.
The deep darkness and damp fog made people feel very uncomfortable. Their eyes were useless here, and they could only hear the sound of the sea hitting the rocks.
"Professor, should we go over?" Elwyn said. He tried to straighten his arm. The light of his wand did not illuminate much of the darkness.
Through this plank road, they would enter Azkaban. There should be wizards from the Ministry of Magic there.
But with such a distance, they should not worry about being discovered.
With such a thick fog, even if someone was on duty, they should not be able to see anything.
"No, we will not enter the prison. We will go down from here," Dumbledore said, pointing to the cliff below.
Go down?!
What was down there?
Besides, how could they go down?
Dumbledore raised his wand, and a very thick rope emerged from the end of the wand.
It swayed like a snake, wrapping tightly around Dumbledore's waist, then Elwyn, then Harry.
"Hold on to the rope, Elwyn, Harry. Our destination is in the sea below. We have to go in," Dumbledore said, waving his wand forward.
As he moved, the other end of the rope was thrown out forcefully, disappearing into the thick fog above. No one knew where it was entangled.
Then, the end of the rope wrapped around Dumbledore, Elwyn, and Harry moved, bringing the three of them down.
If there was no thick fog, the process would be very exciting. But at this moment, Elwyn did not feel anything. He seemed to be going down a tunnel without an end.
The tunnel seemed to be endless. Until he felt that it could go on forever, he felt a chill under his feet.
It was seawater!
They had fallen into the sea!
At this moment, Elwyn and the others were standing on a black rock that was half submerged in seawater. The waves rolled and frothed under their feet.
Beside them, the face of the tower was no longer visible. It had blended in with the darkness and thick fog above.
Elwyn was still full of doubts. Dumbledore just mentioned that their destination was in the sea below. Were they really going to go in? Into the sea?
The evil god that he saw in the illusion in the deep sea under Azkaban, was it real?!
Elwyn originally thought that it was an illusion. If there was really such a terrible thing under the island, it was impossible that the Ministry of Magic did not discover it.
"Professor?"
"The ruins left by Slytherin are under Azkaban, in the sea," Dumbledore said. "Both of you know how to use the bubble spell, right?"
"Yes!"
"No problem!"
"Good, then use this spell. We're going in. It may get colder later," Dumbledore said. He tapped on Elwyn and Harry's shoulders with his wand. "This spell may help you."
Instantly, their bodies became warm and comfortable. Then, two comical bubbles appeared on the heads of Elwyn and Harry.
Dumbledore's head was also covered with a bubble. He was as agile as a young man. He took the lead and slid into the sea from the rock, swimming toward the dark sea below.
Elwyn and Harry followed. The sea was so cold that even magic seemed to have lost its effect. Elwyn felt the coldness from the bottom of his heart.
With the darkness and coldness, the unpleasant atmosphere became stronger and stronger. Elwyn felt as if he was shrouded in despair, as if it was not Harry beside him, but a Dementor.
In front of them, Dumbledore's figure had become a very small flickering light.
If not for the light of the wand, they might not have been able to see Dumbledore clearly.
It was not difficult to dive. After their clothes were soaked in the sea, they immediately became bulging and heavy. They grabbed them and sank straight down, wishing they could drag them down directly.
Even with the bubble on their heads, Elwyn could still smell the pungent smell of salt and seaweed.
Dumbledore led them to dive between the rocks in the sea, swimming toward the dark crevice.
The crevice that appeared between the rocks was not eye-catching, but the deeper they went, the larger the space became. Elwyn still remembered the direction. They were swimming toward the center of Azkaban.
It felt as if they had entered Azkaban, in such a strange way.
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