In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Chapter 192 190. The lie exposed

The dementors weren't suspicious.

In other words, this is how Scabior usually communicates with them. No wizard is willing to have more contact with these monsters, so there is basically not much communication.

They led Jon and Fred out of the foyer. When passing by the corridor, they could see the prison doors nailed with iron bars, covered with rust marks of time.

The cells were obviously empty.

After the prison break in the first half of the year, Azkaban was much empty. The only people locked in it were some purebloods and mixed-bloods who had made mistakes. These people were also locked in the top cells. Inside.

Jon and the others kept walking inside, and after climbing the stairs, they arrived at the third floor. There were many dementors passing by them on the way.

Even if most of them were sent to Great Britain, there were still a lot of dementors left in prison.

Just when we entered the castle, we saw no less than ten of them.

Soon they were taken to a secluded and dark room, where a significantly taller dementor floated. The robe on it was also older. After Jon and the others entered, the dementor was hidden under the cloak. His cold eyes were fixed on them.

After sending Jon and Fred to the place, the two dementors responsible for leading the way left silently.

'Wizard. What's the news from the Ministry of Magic?'

Even with the use of spells, the expressions used to understand the dementors are still a bit vague, but at least the general meaning can be understood.

Jon replied in a calm voice.

"I have conveyed your request to send more manpower to the UK to the ministry, but the ministry, or rather that gentleman, has something to ask me to come to you."

‘That sir? ’

"Yes, he asked me to come to you, and he wanted to take us to the place where he went when he last came to Azkaban Prison."

Jon lied without blinking, but Fred's breathing became slightly heavier, obviously nervous.

But of course the dementor wouldn't notice these details. Its eyes hidden under the cloak were always focused on Jon.

"The last time. Azkaban he didn't want us to know"

Jon laughed, and there was no timidity in that smile, but rather as if he had some handle on the dementor in front of him.

"Yes, sir, he doesn't want you to know, but do you think you can hide your little thoughts from him? Don't worry, since sir asked you to take me to that place, it means that he will not take this I don’t blame you for anything, as long as you can safely lead us to complete the tasks assigned by sir."

The dementors fell silent.

It was thinking with its brain that didn't know whether it existed or not. Jon didn't know what it was thinking about specifically, but soon it had the results of its thinking.

"With me."

The dementor floated, 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 this moment of relaxation in each other's eyes.

In fact, before coming to the prison, Jon had arranged two plans.

The safest and safest thing is to use your identity as an Auror to deceive like you are doing now. Even if Dementors can communicate, their IQs are generally not high and they basically rely on instinct to act.

But if such methods fail, they will have to take risks and use violence to extract confessions.

Jon has not yet fully learned the Patronus Charm, and is not sure how much it will deter these monsters. He is not even sure about retaining it, so this last resort method is actually very dangerous.

The current situation is undoubtedly what they want to see most.

What Nick and Jon guessed 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. He could only try his best to hide his whereabouts before doing anything. Avoid them.

But the obvious result was that there was no avoiding it. The leading dementor knew exactly where he had been that year.

Taking Jon and Fred with him, the dementors returned to the first floor along the stairs, and then came to a place that looked like the entrance to a cellar.

It floated down, and Jon and the other two climbed down the wooden ladder that looked like it might fall apart at any time.

Finally, they entered a closed cellar. It was full of cobwebs and dust, and there were more than a dozen rotten barrels scattered around. It was easy to see that no one had been there for a long time.

When we came to the middle of the scattered wooden barrels, we could see that there was actually a trap door hidden under the dust on the ground.

After bringing Jon and Fred here, the dementors stopped.

"He set a spell right here so we can't get in."

There were no traces of magic on the trap door, it was just locked. Jon glanced at Fred, who took out his wand and spoke a spell to the door lock above.

"The Alajo hole opens."

"Click"

There was a sound of the lock cylinder colliding, and the door lock was easily opened.

But during this period, the dementor was always staring at Fred's movements.

"You guys don't have the key"

Jon narrowed his eyes slightly. This dementor didn't look as brainless as they had imagined.

The expression on his face remained unchanged and he spoke calmly.

"Sir, he just asked us to come here temporarily. Besides, an ordinary lock with a normal magic spell is enough."

Just as Jon finished speaking, the seemingly ordinary lock suddenly exploded!

Countless dark green chains began to extend outwards, passing through the bodies of Jon and Fred.

None of them expected such a situation, but the magic on the lock seemed to have no effect on them at all, but the Dementor who was originally floating around them seemed to be pulled by a strong force, and the next moment it He was forcibly thrown out of this cellar!

Chains glowing with green fluorescence gathered at the entrance of the cellar, eventually forming a blockade like a spider web!

The dementor was frightened by such a turn of events. It tried to reach out its withered and scarred hands to touch the chains, and then took them back as if it was electrocuted.

Jon and Fred were also surprised.

They returned to the entrance of the cellar and stared at the chains. Jon took out a small glass bottle from his pocket and carefully threw it out.

Without any obstruction, the glass bottle rolled down to the Dementor's feet.

"You...have no idea...!"

Through the chains, the dementors stared at them.

"He didn't ask you to come over."