The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

There is no doubt that this is the back of Azkaban.

Moriarty's eyes became brighter and brighter, no wonder it gave him a familiar feeling, and the sea water was black, which further confirmed that this was Azkaban.

Dumbledore also saw it, and his face became not very good.

"For those Death Eaters who don't have enough respect for magic and life, Azkaban is a place they don't want to recall for the rest of their lives. So? The White Mantle is not a Death Eater."

Dumbledore looked relieved, but the look in his eyes was even more tense.

Moriarty knew what he was thinking: not even the most vicious Death Eaters would dare come to Azkaban.

Who is hiding on the island near Azkaban? Probably not a small role.

"Compared to marveling at Azkaban here, I prefer to do it—go to the island and take a look."

As Moriarty said, he tapped his staff lightly against the sea surface, and he took a step forward, stepping on the water with both feet with ease.

"Meow!"

Sophie reverted to her white cat form and jumped onto Moriarty's shoulder.

Only Dumbledore didn't move, he slowly stretched out his right hand and stopped in front of Moriarty.

"I don't recommend you go to the island to explore," Dumbledore said solemnly, "I have to tell you something, Azkaban's guardian dementors often gather at the back of Azkaban, this piece of sea, It's a place they can monitor."

"However, we saw the white cloak... what do you call them? Lich? They passed behind Azkaban, and the dementors didn't find their whereabouts, not at all. Doesn't that explain the problem?"

"Meow~" Sophie said contemptuously: "Liches are not living beings, so how could dementors find them! The most powerful white wizards dare not enter the island, and your black fans have increased, Mr. Principal."

Dumbledore was not affected, and explained calmly: "Not being a living body does not mean that there are no emotional fluctuations. During our battle with the Lich, the Lich read so many curses to us-I dare say a hundred years Neither of the two scariest dark wizards in history have mastered as many jinxes, and magic, especially dark magic, always involves emotions."

He looked at Azkaban, which looked pitch black in the night, and frowned: "It's already very clear that the dementor didn't warn, let alone a lich, who needs humans, right? How could a dementor not?" Attack aliens."

Sophie licked the corner of her mouth slightly, what she said made sense.

Moriarty suddenly smiled, and said to Dumbledore, "You have never trusted dementors, have you?"

"Yes," Dumbledore's voice became sonorous and powerful: "Actually, when I was a few years older than you, I once suspected that dementors were not produced naturally, but were produced by some dark wizard! "

Moriarty's heart skipped a beat as he saw a flash of reminiscence flash across Dumbledore's eyes, and he smiled at the same time.

"I might be one of the only people in this world who ever had such doubts, but I later gave up on that idea. Enough with wizards, why should I care about dementors?"

Dumbledore got back to the topic: "I just want to express—the lack of preparation, if you land on the island rashly, there are too many uncertainties."

Moriarty looked at Dumbledore's eyes. If dementors are mysterious, then the old man in front of him also has many secrets.

Like he said there are two people in his world who suspect that dementors are man-made, and the other one might be Grindelwald.

It would be so cool if Dumbledore and Grindelwald were thinking together, and Rowling dared not say that they could think of it!

After a slight smile, Moriarty made up his mind.

He turned in one direction and faced Azkaban: "Since there is a problem with the dementor guards, let's not enter the island and go see the dementors!"

"Perhaps tonight you can arouse my long-lost blood." Dumbledore smiled slightly.

The two exchanged a tacit look, cast illusion spells on themselves respectively, and walked in slowly.

Dumbledore said as he passed an Auror post: "It seems that after the escape incident, the Ministry sent troops."

"Rufus Scrimgeour," Moriarty said of the chief of the Auror office, "he's a very responsible wizard."

"The manpower has increased, and the danger has also increased." Dumbledore quickly swept across a group of dementors.

Dementors have a keen quality, and looking at them for an extra second can reveal them.

Sophie didn't have this concern. She blinked her cat's eyes and looked around. Now she is a harmless cat, and the animal's emotions are not violent.

"If there was a Second Wizarding War, would you circle the Dementors?" Moriarty asked Dumbledore.

Dumbledore never trusted dementors, and he expressed a deep dislike for dementors.

But at the first moment of Voldemort's return, Dumbledore suggested to Fudge to free Azkaban from the control of the dementors.

On the contrary, it is a giant.

Dumbledore suggested that Fudge send someone to win over the giant. After Fudge refused, Dumbledore himself sent Hagrid and Mrs. Maxime to win over the giant.

It's enough to see how much Dumbledore hates dementors.

Dumbledore nodded without hesitation and said: "Half of the people in the Ministry can sleep soundly at night because they know that there are dementors standing guard in Azkaban! But!

Any dark wizard could offer more power and fun to a dementor than the Ministry of Magic could! "

At this moment, they have walked around the first floor of Azkaban without any abnormality.

Azkaban is very big, Sophie rubbed the sore pads, and meowed softly: "How big is this place? Why do I feel like I can't finish walking until dawn."

"The interior of Azkaban may have used the Stretch Unstained Charm or similar magic to ensure that it can hold all the criminals in the UK." Moriarty told her softly.

"And through certain spells, Azkaban is hidden from the Muggle world and unplotable."

After talking about the history of Azkaban learned in the magic book, Moriarty remembered the time when he and Tonks came to Azkaban.

"Professor, you did a good job in History of Magic, right?" Moriarty teased.

"Oh~ I don't know what to say, um..." Dumbledore thought for a while, and said with a smile: "As far as I know, there are only two students in Hogwarts who have achieved full marks in all subjects in seven grades. Now these two students are standing here."

"Haha," Moriarty said with a smile, "Very well, then do you know the history of this island? I really hope someone can tell me about it. I suspect that the strange thing is not Azkaban, but this island. The island itself."

Dumbledore put away his smile: "Island? You stopped me. The history of Azkaban dates back to 1718. The history of the island is definitely longer than 1718. What do you think?"

"I think so too, I even came up with an idea," Moriarty said slowly: "There are aborigines on the island."

Dumbledore's light blue eyes blinked, and neither did Moriarty. The two walked in silence for a while and finished the second floor.

"I just found out that the two students Mr. Principal mentioned are Mr. Principal and Master Moriarty." Sophie said lazily.

Moriarty and Dumbledore looked at each other and smiled, Sophie stepped on Moriarty's cheek with a pink pad and asked, "But Master Moriarty hasn't graduated yet?"

"Isn't this something that will happen naturally in the future?" Dumbledore said lightly, and then stopped, "I don't think we need to go on, there is nothing unusual about the dementors."

"It's okay, I let You Snake go around every corner of the prison, and there is really nothing unusual." Moriarty didn't want to leave either.

It's a complete waste of time in prison listening to the stifled screams of prisoners and the icy breath of dementors.

"Ah?" Sophie Suo grunted in dissatisfaction, "I didn't say it earlier→_→"

"In some cases, if you take a closer look, you will find that you can't see anything, but in some cases, you can only see clearly if you take a step closer."

Moriarty said calmly. He waved his staff at a group of dementors approaching: "Didn't you realize that there are very few dementors in Azkaban today?"

"Rare, you mean..." Dumbledore's glasses reflected a beam of light.

"If my guess is correct, most of the dementors went to the back of Azkaban, which is the cemetery. I asked Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour, and he said that the dementors like it very much."

"I don't see it. Although it is very convenient to absorb souls there, the emotional taste of a living person and a dead person are absolutely different. Dementors let the living prisoners not suck, and go to suck the dead?"

"Continue to complete your vision back then, professor?"

"It's not impossible for a dementor to be created, just like a Lich."

Moriarty's gaze swept across Azkaban, Dumbledore noticed that look, and a long-lost feeling arose in his heart.

Moriarty's eyes were like the eyes of him and Grindelwald every time they came up with an idea, with stars and seas in their eyes.

No, more focused and determined than them.

(Incorrect sleeping posture, stiff neck for three or four days (╯︵╰,))