Chapter 192 190. The lies
The dementor didn't become suspicious.
In other words, the usual communication between Scarbio and them is like this. No wizard is willing to have more contact with these monsters, so basically there is not much communication.
They led Jon and Fred out of the hall. When they passed the corridor, they could see the prison doors nailed up with iron bars, which were covered with rust marks of years.
Cells are visibly empty.
After the prison break that happened in the first half of the year, Azkaban was much empty. There were only some pure-bloods and half-bloods who made mistakes. These people were also locked in the uppermost cell. Inside.
Jon and the others kept walking in, and after going up the stairs, they came to the third floor. Many dementors passed by them on the way.
Even if most of them were arranged to go to the British Isle, there were still not a few dementors left in prison.
I saw no less than ten of them just during the period of entering the castle.
Soon they were taken to a secluded and dark room, where a dementor with a significantly taller physique was floating, and the robe on it was also older. After Jon and the others entered, it was hidden under the cloak. Sen Leng stared at them.
After Jon and Fred were sent to the place, the two dementors leading the way left silently.
'Wizard. The Ministry of Magic. What's the news.'
Even if the spell is used, the expression to understand the dementor is still a bit vague, but at least the general meaning can be understood.
Jon replied calmly.
"I have conveyed your request to send more people to the UK to the Ministry, but the Ministry, or that gentleman, has something to ask me to come to you."
'Then sir? '
"Yes, he asked me to find you, and wanted to take us to the place he visited when he came to Azkaban Prison for the last time."
Jon didn't even blink his eyes when he lied, but Fred's obviously nervous breathing became a little rough.
But of course the dementor would not notice these details, its eyes hidden under the cloak were always on Jon.
"The last time. Azkaban, he doesn't want us to know"
Jon laughed. There was no timidity in that smile, but it was as if he had something to do with the dementor in front of him.
"Yes, Mister doesn't want you to know, but do you think you can hide it from him with your little thoughts? Don't worry, since Mister asked you to take me to that place, it means he won't take this matter." What are you to blame for this matter, as long as you can safely take us to do what Mr. explained."
The dementor fell silent.
It was thinking with its brain that it didn't know if it really existed. Jon didn't know what it was thinking about, but soon it had the result of thinking.
"With me."
The dementor was floating, passing by Jon and the others and leaving the room.
Jon and Fred looked at each other. Neither of them spoke, but they both saw the relaxation at this moment from each other's eyes.
Actually, before coming to the prison, Jon arranged two plans.
The safest and safest thing is to use the identity of an Auror to deceive like now. Even if the dementors can communicate, their IQ is generally not high, and they basically rely on instinct to act.
But once such methods fail, they have to take the risk of violently extorting a confession.
And the current situation is undoubtedly what they want to see the most.
Nick and Jon's guess at the beginning was indeed correct. In a place like Azkaban, even if Voldemort wanted to hide his whereabouts, he had nothing to do with the dementors. Avoid them.
But the obvious result was that it couldn't be avoided. The leading dementor knew exactly where he went that year.
Taking Jon and Fred, the dementor walked back to the first floor along the stairs, and then came to a place that looked like a cellar entrance.
It floated down, and Jon and the two also climbed down the wooden ladder that seemed to be falling apart at any time.
Finally, they entered a closed cellar, which was full of cobwebs and dust, and there were more than a dozen decayed wooden barrels scattered around. It was easy to see that no one had been here for a long time.
Come to the middle of those wooden barrels scattered around, only to see that there is actually a trapdoor hidden under the dust on the ground here.
After bringing Jon and Fred here, the dementor stopped.
"Here he puts a spell and we can't go in"
There were no traces of magic on the trapdoor, but it was locked. Jon motioned to Fred for a look. Fred drew out his wand and cast a spell on the lock above.
"Alaho Cave is open."
"click"
There was a sound of the lock cylinder colliding, and the door lock was easily opened.
It's just that during this period, the dementor was always watching Fred's movements.
"You.No keys"
Jon narrowed his eyes slightly, this dementor didn't look as brainless as they had imagined before.
The expression on his face remained unchanged, and he said flatly.
"Mister just asked us to come here temporarily, and an ordinary lock with a normal spell is enough."
Just as Jon finished speaking, the seemingly ordinary lock suddenly exploded!
Countless dark green chains began to extend outward, piercing through the bodies of Jon and Fred.
None of them expected such a situation, but the magic of the lock didn't seem to have the slightest effect on them, but the dementors floating beside them seemed to be pulled by a strong force, and the next moment Was forcibly thrown out of this cellar!
Green fluorescent chains gathered at the entrance of the cellar, finally forming a spider web-like blockade!
The dementor was frightened by such a turn of events. It tried to reach out its withered, scarred hand to touch the chains, and then retracted it as if it had been electrocuted.
Jon and Fred were also puzzled by this.
They returned to the entrance of the cellar, staring at the chains, Jon took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, and tentatively threw it out.
Without being stopped by anything, the glass bottle just rolled down to the dementor's feet.
"You guys don't even know.!"
Through the chain, the dementor stared at them.
"He didn't let you come over.!"
(end of this chapter)