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In the fog, the three of them continued forward on the dangerous plank road, accompanied by the endless sound of the waves, the road seemed endless.
This was not only in the physical world, it was also the same in the spiritual world.
Elwyn felt that he was moving forward on a road that was destined to never end.
Depression, fear, despair and other negative emotions came with the pressure of the fog, trying to burrow into his body.
He thought of the terrifying monsters with holes all over their heads that he had encountered in the centaur tribe. The illusions they created were also like this, able to make people lose themselves in them.
What awaited them in front was the monster's huge mouth full of fangs.
They thought that they had found the way to escape from the fog, but before they could rejoice, they discovered that they had already become food in the monster's mouth. Their hope instantly turned into despair.
Was it the same now? Would what awaited them in front of them be …
They were not going to Azkaban, but to death!
Elwyn took a deep breath to clear his mind, but the cold fog mixed with the smell of the Soul Catchers made him feel extremely disgusted.
He had to say something to dispel the growing panic around him.
"I can't see anything from here, what does the main building of Azkaban look like?" Elwyn felt that his voice did not belong to him, coming from far away.
"It's a huge castle similar to the main building of Hogwarts!" Dumbledore's voice floated from the front, "Rumor has it that Salazar Slytherin built Azkaban, he copied the appearance of Hogwarts Castle."
There was another moment of silence. When Elwyn wanted to say something more, he suddenly heard a woman's singing in the fog, he could not tell from which direction it came.
The singing was very beautiful, like the sound of nature, with a faint sadness.
Elwyn stopped and listened in a daze. He had never heard such a beautiful voice before. There was a thought in his mind that he wanted to stand here and listen to it.
Time passed slowly. Perhaps it was a few seconds, or perhaps it was a few centuries.
Elwyn suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg. He woke up and saw Sirius, who had turned into a giant black dog, biting on his trousers and dragging him forward.
"What is this song?" Elwyn murmured.
"They're the sirens. They're the only creatures here that aren't afraid of the Soul Catchers." Dumbledore explained, "In ancient times, the banshees often lay on the reefs in the deep sea and used their songs to tempt the sailors passing by, causing the ships to hit the reefs and sink. They feed on the corpses of the sailors."
Elwyn recalled that he had read about this terrifying creature in a book before.
The ugly sirens could sing beautifully to tempt passing ships. In the past, Iven could only rely on his imagination, but today, he finally saw it for himself.
The way to deal with the Sirens was also very simple. All they had to do was close their ears and listen to the incantation. Their bodies were similar to the Murlocs and had almost no attack power.
At the end of the plank road, a Soul Taker in a black cloak appeared in front of them.
Its body had a rotten smell, and its scabbed palm slowly reached out.
It inhaled with all its might, but because of the Guardian Incantation, it couldn't inhale anything.
This made the Soul Catcher very dissatisfied. It pounced forward with a whoosh, its tattered cloak trailing behind it like a black fog, making a loud trembling sound.
Almost at the same time, Dumbledore's Guardian Phoenix moved forward.
The Soul Catcher retreated. It seemed to recognize Dumbledore.
Under the cold, light blue gaze of the old Warlock, Elwyn could clearly feel that the Soul Catcher was afraid.
"We've received permission from the Ministry of Magic to come here and visit Peter the Dwarf!" Dumbledore said calmly, his voice devoid of any emotion.
The Soul Catcher slowly retreated and finally disappeared into the endless fog.
"Let's go, they've allowed us to go in!" Dumbledore said.
They walked into the building in front of them. It was pitch black inside.
Obviously, the Soul Catchers didn't need things like torches for illumination, and they had no intention of preparing such things for the prisoners.
The surrounding temperature dropped a little. Even with the help of the Guardian Phoenix, Elwyn couldn't help but feel cold. The dark building was like an icehouse.
It was as if they had walked into the giant mouth of a monster choosing its prey, and were walking into the depths of hell.
The faint fluorescent light at the end of the wand flickered in the darkness, as if it could be extinguished at any time.
There were no guards on the ground floor, and the rooms on both sides of the corridor had been transformed into prisons.
Through the railings, Elwyn saw many strange-looking creatures imprisoned inside, but none of them were human Warlocks.
In a huge room, seven huge monsters sat side by side.
They sat on the ground with dull eyes, staring at the ceiling. There was no sign of life, and they didn't pay any attention to Elwyn and the others who passed by.
Only the rising and falling skin on their chests proved that they were still alive.
"As one of the evilest creatures on Earth, the Soul Catchers feed on the peace, hope, and happiness in the air around them!" Dumbledore stopped and said slowly, "There are too many Soul Catchers in Azkaban. They are scattered all over the island, and their numbers continue to increase. The prisoners imprisoned here alone can't satisfy them, so the Ministry of Magic has to regularly transport other creatures here as food for these monsters."
Looking at the monsters in front of him, Elwyn felt sad for their fate.
Being too close to the Soul Catchers, any good feelings, any happy memories would be sucked away by them.
They gathered here for a long time, like parasites, feeding on the happiness of other creatures in this building, living on them.
They were sucking souls bit by bit, and the final fate of these monsters was to become walking corpses, soulless and evil, with only fear following them.
Moving forward, all the creatures imprisoned in the surrounding rooms were the same.
The second, third, and bottom floors were similar, filled with a large number of non-human magical creatures.
None of them had any vitality, only despair for life and a thirst for death.
Not to mention ten years, Elwyn felt that if he was imprisoned here for one day, he might not be able to stand it and go crazy, driven crazy by the invisible pressure in the air.
On the fourth floor, human Warlocks began to appear in the cells on both sides of the corridor.
Some of them, like the trolls below, looked helplessly at the only narrow window on the wall, which was the only light in the darkness.
From time to time, Soul Catchers flew past in groups in the fog outside.
Other than those who were in a daze, the rest of them were lying on the rusty iron beds, forcing themselves to sleep, as if they could escape everything in front of them as long as they fell asleep.
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