Fantasy World Transmigration

"It's a very subtle hidden spell!" Chen Ang said with emotion.

The sun shone on Chen Ang's fingertips touching the gate of the ancient castle, casting a long shadow on the gate of the ancient castle. Chen Ang's palm gradually became parallel to the gate of the ancient castle, and the shadow of his hand came from The door leaned out, his hand reached into the door, and the shadow of his hand stretched out from the door to meet his fingers.

Chen Ang turned his hands over, and the whole person exchanged places with his own shadow.

In front of his eyes, the whole world turned upside down, the shadow of the island where Azkaban was located suddenly became three-dimensional, and the sunny island just now turned into a shadow instantly, heavy rain poured down from Chen Ang's head, and the wind blew Raging, Chen Ang was on a small island that could only be called a reef. He turned his head, but he didn't see any trace of the ghost ship he was riding on.

What appeared in front of him now was the real Azkaban, an island hidden in a lonely place in the North Sea by an ancient hidden spell. Someone used the spell to divide the space here into two worlds. What seems to be protected by a spell in the mist is only Azkaban in the surface world, and only through the shadows can one enter the real Azkaban.

A small shadow appeared at Chen Ang's feet, and Gulu walked out from the shadow.

The island is surprisingly small, and the entire castle occupies 90% of its land. The shape of Azkaban is a triangular tower. A corner of the front of the tower has collapsed, and dementors are flying above it. Huge waves crashed against the base of the tower, and the place seemed to be in a storm forever. The waves beat against the rocks under Chen Ang's feet, and the splashing waves splashed on Chen Ang's back.

The dementors dancing wildly in the wind found Chen Ang's traces. They roared. This was the sound of the wind, but the dementors themselves would not make any sound. Chen Ang could only smell the rotten smell brought by sea water and the breath of death. Breath, seeing these black-robed monsters flying around in the wind, their hollow bodies, wrapped in black cloth, swooped down towards Chen Ang.

Gulu has pulled out his wand nervously behind Chen Ang, and a bright white light on the tip of his wand has begun to flicker slightly.

"I didn't expect that the black wizard Bojin could learn to call God for protection!" Chen Ang thought calmly, and then he inspired the real name given to him by Morgoth. At this time, the existence named 'Chen Ang' gradually retracted. Inside his soul, the exterior belonging to Darth Morgoth replaced Chen Ang and became his body and exterior.

At this time, a figure about three times taller than a normal person appeared at the place where Chen Ang disappeared. His face was hidden in the darkness, except for a pair of eyes that shone like flames, which were as bright as fire in the darkness.

When the dementors swooped down towards Chen Ang, seeing those eyes, they roared as if their decayed vocal cords were vibrating.

In the midst of the storm,

The black-robed dementors who looked directly into these eyes let out the last and first roar in their lives, and turned into a handful of black ashes in the wind and rain, and the ashes were swept away by the storm in the blink of an eye.

In the land shrouded in the power of Morgoth, it seemed that the surrounding light was slowly losing, and the dementors lost their power and had to land. Their black robes became weak and soaked, and they fell to the ground. Morgoth As if absorbing their power and soul easily like darkness, Gulu became smaller and smaller in front of Chen Ang who had turned into Morgoth. He crawled on the ground in fear, because he felt that the figure in front of him was the source of all evil and darkness.

The evil power that the dementors are proud of is as immature as a baby and as humble as a servant in front of him.

So much so that Morgoth can easily enslave their souls without much effort. He entangles his own power around them, and the severe pain that erodes their souls makes the dementors struggle continuously, but they cannot refuse such dark power .

More dementors rushed out of the triangular high tower of Azkaban, and they gathered together, like a black tide pouring out of Azkaban, these guarding jailers rolled in the sky, swooped, and then fell one by one After coming down, it formed a pool on the sea surface, and the drenched black robe was entangled in the sea water. Bo Jin watched the most terrifying evil creatures in the wizards' stories howling at Chen Ang's feet.

They had no sound, but the invisible bodies under the black robe twisted and trembled, appropriately expressing their fear, fear and pain.

The figure of Morgoth glanced back at them, then stretched out hands that seemed to be condensed in the darkness, which did not resemble human beings, and pushed open the door of Azkaban... The inside of this prison is dark and damp, and there is a space for people to walk inside. It was extremely narrow, Morgoth's figure gradually faded, the black mist slowly dispersed, and the figures inside returned to normal.

He walked into Azkaban, and as his footsteps advanced, the darkness inside instantly expanded the space.

The ground was wet and rotten, some Loba worms and carnivorous slugs were wriggling on the stone slabs of the tunnel, and there were also some Bandemans growing. When they were not moving, they looked like greenish fungi with eyes. A few hairy crabs live in the dark corners and rock crevices. These magical creatures are usually very powerful, and wizards sometimes have to use special potions to get rid of them.

But as Morgoth approached, a profound dark force gradually enveloped the space.

The bodies of these tenacious little creatures withered and died gradually, and their vitality disappeared into the darkness. The darkness that once protected them took their lives backhanded at this moment.

Labastan Lestrange was playing with a toad, the only game he had played with his madness and despair since he was imprisoned. The dementor riot just now attracted the attention of most of the prisoners, but Rabastan just yelled: "It's probably because those mudbloods from the Ministry of Magic are at it again!"

"Hopefully, the dementors suck their filthy souls dry."

Rabastan in the prison was filthy all over, his face was pale and thin under his messy black hair, Rabastan wisely shut up after yelling a few words, because his most feared sister-in-law Bellatrix S Lestrange was screaming frantically: "It's him! It's Lord Voldemort, he's come to save us! I knew that Lord Voldemort might lose for a while, but he'll never be among those mudbloods." Fail!"

Rabastan, who lowered his head again, was surprised to see that the toad in his hand had lost its life.

As if something in the darkness was absorbing its vitality, the corpse of this fragile little creature withered into a skin. Rabastan felt that the darkness around him seemed to be much thicker, and an inexplicable coldness enveloped his body. In his body, his already exhausted body, traces of energy were obviously passing away.

Labastan felt as if he couldn't breathe, his brain went blank, and the heat between his mouth and nose was being sucked away by the darkness. A numbness different from a dementor's kiss gradually controlled him. On the outside, his skin was pale. Blue-black blood vessels can be seen underneath.

In the blurred vision when he was suffocated, Rabastan, who was stuck on the fence, saw an indescribable figure, which was being released from the side.

An unspeakable horror made him lose his mind and his body twitched...