Chapter 770 (2/2)

More Dementors rushed out of Azkaban's triangular tower. They gathered together like the black tide pouring out of Azkaban. These guards rolled and dived in the sky, then fell one by one and paved a pool on the sea. Their wet black robes entangled in the sea, Bojin watched the most terrible evil creatures in the wizard's story howl at Chen Ang's feet.

They had no voice, but the invisible body under the black robe twisted and trembled, appropriately showing their fear, fear and pain.

The figure of morgos looked back at them, and stretched out his hands, which were like dark condensation, but not like human hands, and pushed open the door of Azkaban... The inside of the prison was dark and humid, and the space for people to walk inside was very narrow. The figure of morgos gradually faded, the black fog slowly dispersed, and the figure inside also returned to normal.

He walked into Azkaban, and as he walked forward, the dark moment inside expanded the space.

The ground is wet and rotten. Some Loba insects and meat eating slugs wriggle on the stone slab of the tunnel, and some spotted awns breed. When they don't move, they are like a slightly green fungus with eyes. Several hairy crabs settle in the dark corner and stone cracks. These magical creatures usually have very strong vitality, Wizards sometimes have to use special potions to remove them.

But as morgos approached, a deep dark force gradually shrouded the space.

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

Rabastan Lestrange is playing with a toad. Since his imprisonment, the only game he can vent his madness and despair is this. The Dementor riot just now attracted the attention of most prisoners, but Rabastan just shouted: ”most of the mud seeds of the Ministry of magic are making trouble again!”

”I wish the Dementors could suck up their dirty souls.”

Rabastan in the prison was dirty, with his face pale and thin under his messy black hair. After shouting for two words, Rabastan wisely shut his mouth, because his most frightened sister-in-law Bellatrix Lestrange was screaming wildly: ”It's him! It's Lord Voldemort. He's coming to save us! I knew that the Lord might lose briefly, but he would never fail in that group of mud hands!”

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 dark was absorbing its vitality, the body of this fragile little creature withered and became a shameless skin. Rabastan felt that the darkness around him seemed to be much richer, and an inexplicable cold shrouded his body. In his exhausted body, a trace of energy was obviously passing away.

Labastan felt as if he could not breathe. His brain was blank, and the heating between his mouth and nose was being sucked away by the darkness. A numbness different from the Dementor's kiss gradually controlled him. From the appearance, his skin was pale, and the cyan blood vessels below could be seen.

In the blurred line of sight when suffocating, La Bastan attached to the fence saw an indescribable figure coming from the side.

An unspeakable terror made him delirious and his body twitch