Chapter 190 The Lie Exposed

The dementors didn't get suspicious.

Or rather, this is how Scabior and they usually communicate with each other, no wizard wants to have more contact with these monsters, so there is basically not much communication.

They led Jon and Fred out of the entrance hall, as they passed through the corridor, they could see the cell doors nailed up with iron bars, covered with the rust marks of age.

The cells were obviously all empty.

After the escape that happened in the first half of this year, Azkaban was much emptier, and the only people who are kept inside are some purebloods and half-bloods who made mistakes, and these people are locked up in the uppermost cells as well.

Jon and co. kept going inside, and after walking up the stairs, they came to the third floor, and on the way, many dementors were passing them by.

Even if most of them were deployed to the British Isles, the dementors that remained in the prison were still not a few.

In this period of entering the castle alone, they saw no less than ten.

Soon they were taken to a secluded and dark room, where a relatively larger dementor floated, and its robes were much more ancient, and after they entered, the cold gaze hidden beneath the cloak was fixed on them.

After sending Jon and Fred to the place, the two dementors in charge of leading the way left without a sound.

''Sorcerer. From the Ministry of Magic. What's the message.''

Even with the use of incantations, trying to understand the dementor's expression is still somewhat vague, but at least the general meaning can be understood.

Jon replied in a calm voice.

"Your request to send more men to Britain has been conveyed to the Ministry, but the Ministry, or rather that sir, has asked me to come to you about something."

'That Sir?'

"Yes, he asked me to come to you and wants you to take us to the place he visited the last time he was in Azkaban prison."

Jon lied without batting an eye, but Fred's breathing apparently became slightly ragged with some tension.

But of course, the dementor would not notice these details, its gaze hidden under the cloak was always on Jon.

"Last time. He didn't want us. From Azkaban. To find anything about it."

Jon smiled, and there was no hint of timidity in that smile, rather it was as if he had something on the dementor in front of him.

"Yes, sir does not want you to find out, but you think that your little mind can be hidden from him? Don't worry, since sir offered to let you take me to that place, it means he won't blame you for this matter, as long as you can take us to do what sir asked you to do in a secure manner."

The dementor fell silent.

It was thinking with its brain which it did not know whether it existed or not, what exactly it was thinking, Jon did not know, but soon it reached a conclusion of its thinking.

"Follow me."

The dementor floated and brushed past Jon and co to leave the room.

Jon and Fred looked at each other, neither spoke, but both saw the moment of relaxation in the other's gaze.

In fact, before coming to the prison, Jon arranged two sets of plans.

The safest and most secure is like now, using the identity of an Auror to deceive, dementors, even if they can communicate, their intelligence is generally not high, basically relying on instinct to act.

But once such means did not succeed, they will have to risk a violent struggle to extract a statement.

Jon has yet to completely learn the Patronus Charm, how much of a deterrent it truly has on these monsters can not be determined, and not even much certainty to detain it, so this means of last resort is actually very dangerous.

And the current situation is undoubtedly the one they want to see the most.

Nick and Jon's initial guess was indeed accurate, in a place like Azkaban Island, Voldemort even if he wanted to hide his whereabouts, he could do little to the Dementors, and could only try to avoid them before doing anything.

But the noticeable thing is not avoided, the lead dementor knows exactly where he went that year.

With Jon and Fred in tow, the dementor made its way back down the stairs to the ground floor, and then came to what looked like the entrance to a cellar.

It floated down, and Jon and Fred climbed down the wooden ladder that looked like it might fall apart at any moment.

Finally, they entered a closed cellar, which was full of cobwebs and dust, surrounded by a dozen of wooden barrels that have rotted, it is easy to see that no one has been there for a long time.

In the middle of these scattered barrels, you can see that the ground here actually has a movable door hidden under the dust.

After bringing Jon and Fred here, the dementor stopped.

"Right here he arranged magic. We can't go in."

There was no trace of magic on the movable board door, just a lock. Jon gestured to Fred, who drew his wand and recited a spell at the lock on it.

"Alohomora."

"Click."

A lock-core collision sounded, and that door lock was easily opened.

Only at this time, the dementor kept its eyes on Fred's movements.

"You guys. Don't have the key."

Jon narrowed his eyes slightly, the dementor didn't look as brainless as they had previously thought.

The expression on his face remained the same as he said flatly.

"Sir just temporarily asked us to come here, and again, for a normal lock, a standard magic spell will suffice."

Just at the same time as Jon's words fell, the lock, which looked so common that it couldn't be more common, suddenly exploded!

Numerous dark green chains began to extend outward, piercing through Jon and Fred's bodies.

They were not expecting such a situation, except that the magic on the lock did not seem to have the slightest effect on them at all, but the dementor that was originally floating beside them seemed to be pulled by a strong force and was forcibly thrown out of the cellar the next moment!

The green fluorescent chains gathered at the entrance of the cellar and finally formed a spider web-like blockade!

The dementor was shocked by such a change, it tried to reach out its withered hand full of scars to touch the chains, and then as if electrocuted, it withdrew.

Jon and Fred were also surprised by this.

They returned to the entrance of the cellar, staring at the chains, Jon took out a small glass vial from his pocket and carefully tried to throw it out.

Without any hindrance, the glass vial simply rolled down to the feet of the dementors.

"You guys. Simply don't know.!"

Through the chains, the dementor's gaze stared deadly at them.

"He didn't let you guys come over here.!"

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