The prison carriage pulled by the Thestrals suddenly stopped. The sound of the wind outside the carriage was like the roar of a huge machine, which forced the Auror driving the carriage to shout at the top of his voice.
However, without the other party's reminder, Cyrus himself could clearly feel the difference here. The temperature in the air had reached freezing point, and the coldness pierced into his skin, bone marrow and even soul like a steel needle.
When the curtain in front of the prison van was lifted, the biting cold became even more unbridled.
The magic that bound Cyrus was partially unlocked, but his hands were still tightly locked, and he fell heavily to the floor of the prison van. The Auror reached out and grabbed his shoulders and lifted him up.
This was a very strong Auror with gray hair and no smile on his face. However, in a place like this, even the most optimistic person would not be able to smile. Cyrus learned the other party's name, John Dawlish, when he was taken to the prison van.
"Get down!" Dawlish pulled Cyrus out of the prison van without any hesitation.
Cyrus suddenly felt even colder.
The wind was so strong that it was almost impossible to stand. It was as if there were hundreds of Snapes in the wind, all using the "God of War" skill. The wind was as painful as a knife cutting his body. However, Cyrus almost ignored the temperature here and was attracted by the terrible scene in front of him. Even in Voldemort's memory, Azkaban hardly appeared.
Cyrus's impression of Azkaban came only from a few words in the novels of his previous life.
But when you are in the scene, this feeling is even more obvious.
What came into view was a huge black vortex. The strong wind seemed to sweep over the dark clouds from the entire world. The sky became extremely heavy and low, as if it was connected to the gray square tower.
Cyrus' pupils shrank.
There is almost no day or night in Azkaban, let alone seeing the moon here.
He suddenly felt very desperate, because he couldn't become an Animagus without moonlight. First, he needed to keep a mandrake leaf in his mouth for a whole month, from one full moon to the next.
Cyrus deliberately remained silent during the trial in order to delay the trial and wait for the full moon to arrive.
The first step was just a time requirement, but the second step was inseparable from the magic of moonlight. On the second full moon, he would put the leaves soaked with his saliva into a small transparent bottle and let it be illuminated by the pure moonlight.
But there is no moonlight in Azkaban.
In this case, even if he had great magical powers, could use his fingers instead of a magic wand, and could ask Lucius to secretly send dew and the pupae of the ghost-faced hawk moth, what would it be of any use? A feeling of powerlessness began to sprout from his heart, and it grew rapidly, turning into despair and spreading rapidly.
He felt like a pitiful and weak candlelight flickering in the endless storm. The tiny flame of hope was fragile and would be extinguished in an instant...
My body was shaking with cold, as if I had fallen into an ice sea.
"Go inside quickly!"
Dawlish's cold and powerful roar pulled Cyrus back from his despair.
He suddenly realized that something was wrong. It was just that there was no moonlight in Azkaban. There was a solution, although it was a little troublesome, but it was not to the extent that he would fall into despair all of a sudden.
As he walked towards the tall grey tower under the guidance of Dawlish's wand, he raised his head -
The Soul Eaters were floating in the air, like sharks hovering around their prey, greedily savoring the few positive emotions in Cyrus' heart. It was this thing that had just sucked away the hope in Cyrus' heart, making him suddenly negative and not wanting to think about anything.
Now that he was awake, he was used to these monsters interfering with him from a distance.
Dawlish seemed to be very disgusted and afraid of these monsters. He didn't want to stay here any longer. He just wanted to send Cyrus into the prison and then leave this terrifying place immediately.
There are no Aurors stationed in Azkaban now. Aurors are only responsible for escorting prisoners. To be honest, this is a good thing for Cyrus.
"It's worthy of being the fifth house of Hogwarts. It's really impressive." Cyrus and Dawlish walked through the tomb. Dawlish was not interested in Cyrus' little humor at all.
It would be news if Cyrus made the other prisoners in the prison laugh!
Walking into the grey tower, an unbearable stench hit me in the face. It was obvious that no one had ever taken care of it. Even if a hundred Snapes' greasy heads were piled together, the smell would not be as bad as it is.
As they stepped into the gate of the tower, they saw the dishevelled prisoners in black and white striped uniforms, lying on the ground in a mess as if they were dead. There was no welcome ceremony for Cyrus, the "new student". In fact, they were not interested in anything.
"They're really cold, aren't they?" Cyrus turned to Dawlish and said, "I heard that the people in Azkaban speak very nicely and are all talented. I thought there should at least be a welcome party, put a chair and a hat at the door, and then shout: 'Cyrus, Azkaban' and then some applause."
He didn't expect Dawlish to answer him, but in fact, the big man's mouth corners rarely curved, revealing a cruel smile:
“You mean to talk nicely? I didn’t expect you to be crazy before you even entered the prison!
"When you meet the prisoners who have been sentenced to life imprisonment like you, you will know how nice they are to talk to."
These distraught prisoners were actually in Azkaban for a relatively short time, perhaps only a few months. Just like the big guy who left here not long ago, he was in the same state at the time.
But what about those who have been here for decades? It's hard to imagine their mental state.
Cyrus soon understood what he meant.
As they went deeper and deeper, the prisoners in the prison became more and more abnormal. If the first batch of prisoners just lost their happiness, like opening NetEase Cloud at twelve o'clock in the morning and being completely EMO, then the deeper part of the prison was completely a madhouse.
The prisoners here could be said to be full of energy. They were lying on the ground with their wrists tied up, rolling their eyes from time to time, twitching as if they had epilepsy, and making meaningless howls from their mouths.
Long-term mental torture made them look haggard and emaciated. Almost all the people he saw along the way were Death Eaters who had been imprisoned for more than ten years. The depths of Azkaban were almost completely occupied by Death Eaters. Those who knew thought it was a prison, while those who didn't thought the Death Eaters were holding a department team-building event here!
Their eye sockets were deeply sunken, as if a human skin was covered on a skeleton.
Cyrus also saw Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband Rodolphus Lestrange and the third person in the family, Rabastan Lestrange. In addition, there were Antonin Dolohov, Mulciber...
They were all Death Eaters with names and surnames. Some of them were very old. They were the ones who had followed Voldemort since he was in school.
Logically, these people had seen Tom Riddle. But when Cyrus passed by these Death Eaters, none of these lunatics noticed him. No one realized that the new prisoner was actually their "master" who disappeared eleven years ago.
They all opened their eyes, but what they saw was no longer what they saw in front of them. They could no longer distinguish reality from illusion, and what appeared before their eyes were all the most painful illusions of their lives.
"It won't be long before you're just like them." Dawes roughly pushed Cyrus into the cell and locked it.
Cyrus walked into the prison with his head held high, and watched Dawlish leave through the iron bars. He first took a deep breath, as if all the heavy burdens were released, and then put on a relaxed expression.
"You are wrong, we are different!"
How could Azkaban be able to hold me captive?
There was still a bright candlelight flashing in his black pupils.
(End of this chapter)