Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 484 Azkaban

The ancient and mysterious Guardian Charm can summon a magical guardian spirit, which is a reflection of all the wizard's positive emotions.

Using the Patronus Charm is very difficult; many wizards are unable to conjure a complete, physical Patronus.

The Patronus Charm becomes even more difficult to use, especially when facing Dementors.

After twelve years of imprisonment and inhuman torture, Sirius Black has developed a deep fear of Dementors.

Despite the protection of Lupin's Patronus and the presence of other Patronus cast by other wizards, Sirius was unable to evoke positive emotions and provide his Patronus with sufficient power.

A wisp of silver smoke emerged from the tip of the wand once more, disappearing into the cold air in an instant.

Sirius was trembling all over, his teeth chattering, and his face was ashen, like that of a dead man.

"You can do it, Sirius, you can do it."

Lupin, standing nearby, kept cheering on Sirius, encouraging his best friend to face his deepest fears.

"Think of James, think of Harry, and of course, me and Belvina!" Lupin continued. "You can do it, you're a brave Gryffindor!"

Even though Lupin was right beside him, Sirius felt his old friend's voice was very far away. The cold fog blocked Sirius's ears and blinded his eyes.

"No," Sirius groaned weakly, "No—don't—"

The bone-chilling fog blurred his vision, and he felt as if he had returned to Godric's Valley more than ten years ago, as if he could see the collapsed ruins again—

No—this won't do!

Sirius Black desperately tried to recall—how he met James and Remus—how he saw Harry again after so many years, and—and Belvina—

"Protect the Gods!"

Before the cold fog could thicken further, Sirius waved his wand once more.

Wisps of silver mist emerged from the tip of the wand, and the shapeless guardian spirit flickered with a faint light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Sirius felt his knees touch the hard ground, and he felt his body begin to go numb, but his senses became exceptionally sharp.

In a daze, Sirius seemed to hear James's voice, and seemed to see Harry and Belvina waiting for him to come home. He also felt a pair of warm and strong hands that were trying to help him up.

"Protect the Gods!"

The holy, warm silver light grew brighter and brighter.

The shapeless guardian spirit stopped flickering, and the wisps of silver mist gradually solidified.

The Godric Valley of more than a decade ago has become blurred, the chill that enveloped me has slowly dissipated, and the air has become warmer.

A large dog emerged from the ever-brightening silver light, galloping away on the silvery mist, bravely pouncing on the Dementor that was spreading fear.

Beside this large silver dog stood a majestic silver wolf. The dog and wolf bared their sharp teeth and claws, causing the Dementors to retreat, scatter, and disappear into the darkness.

Sirius Black successfully summoned his Patronus after overcoming his inner fears. His Patronus, together with Lupin's Patronus, fought against countless Dementors, breaking through the high walls formed by the Dementors time and time again.

The other wizards who landed on the island tonight did the same, summoning their guardian spirits one after another.

Some can summon physical guardian spirits that relentlessly attack the Dementors; others can only summon a hazy silver mist, a continuous veil that repeatedly repels the Dementors' attacks.

However, this is Azkaban, the wizarding prison, the castle that bears the sins and bloodshed of the evil wizard Extis, the lair of the Dementors, and there are far too many Dementors here.

Sticky, rotting hands emerged from beneath the tattered cloak, the Dementors' dead-like hands waving incessantly, as if trying to shove aside the rushing guardians.

It seems that the wizards who arrived on the island tonight have reached a stalemate with the Dementors. The wizards are unable to drive away the Dementors, and the Dementors are unable to break through the barrier formed by the guardian spirits.

However, the wizards are still at a disadvantage. If the Dementors are allowed to continue their assault, the wizards will face a dire situation where their strength will be insufficient.

This is another terrifying aspect of Dementors: they cannot be destroyed, and Dementors driven into darkness by the Patronus will reappear.

Meanwhile, Belvina, who had arrived on the island earlier, had already ventured deep into Azkaban Castle, where she too found herself in trouble.

The dimly lit corridors of Azkaban were crowded with prisoners who had escaped from their cells. These disheveled prisoners were either crying or laughing, celebrating their newfound freedom or cowering in a corner, too afraid to utter a sound.

When Belvina appeared in the corridor crowded with prisoners, she was immediately surrounded by their gazes.

High walls and the sea were never Azkaban's means of imprisoning prisoners, because Dementors would imprison prisoners in their minds, preventing them from having any happy thoughts, and most prisoners would go insane after a few weeks.

Among these insane prisoners, some died of despair, while others went completely mad and became insane.

Belvina's troubles stemmed from this group of insane prisoners, who had been tortured beyond recognition by the Dementors and were devoid of any human emotion.

The deranged prisoner immediately noticed Belvina appearing in the corridor; she didn't belong to Azkaban.

He was the only outlier in this castle.

Like sharks that have smelled blood, the crazed prisoners rushed forward, their ferocious expressions suggesting they wanted to tear the invading alien to shreds.

At first, the number of mad prisoners was not large, and Belvina handled it very calmly, clearing a path with a simple wave of her wand.

As they ventured deeper into the castle, more and more crazed prisoners blocked their way in the corridors, leaving Belvina with no choice but to keep waving her wand.

Faced with the relentless pursuit of the crazed criminals, Belvina knew that this couldn't go on. Whether she continued to venture deeper or left, she had to find a way to deal with these tireless madmen.

Belvina waved her wand again, a flash of red light streaking across the sky, once more repelling the charging prisoner. The powerful wand sent the man flying backward, crashing into more than a dozen people before finally coming to a stop.

The other prisoners in the corridor did not stop there. They regarded the outsider who broke into the prison as a tool for venting their frustrations. They wanted to unleash all the negative emotions that had been building up in their hearts onto the outsider in front of them.

At this moment, these crazed prisoners no longer belong to the realm of humanity; their souls have long been drained by the Dementors, and their bodies are merely shells capable of movement.

After forcing several people back once again, Belvina swung her wand dramatically, and a sudden gust of wind swept through the corridor, making it impossible for people to open their eyes or move an inch.

Then, Belvina waved her wand again, and the chains in the cell seemed to come alive, surging into the corridor like snakes emerging from their holes, binding and restraining the prisoners there.

Then, Belvina waved her wand for the third time, and the rattling chains dragged the prisoner back to his cell. The heavy iron doors of the cell slammed shut one after another with loud bangs.

Finally, it was quiet. The dimly lit corridor was finally free of the crazed prisoner.

However, the prisoner, dragged back to his cell, did not stop going mad. His piercing cries and violent banging on the door were so loud they felt like his head was going to explode.

Ignoring the stench of decay that permeated the prison, Belvina took a deep breath and calmed herself before continuing onward to the deepest part of Azkaban.

The prisoners held in the deepest part of Azkaban were mostly the most heinous criminals. Sirius Black was once imprisoned here, as were the Death Eaters.

There were no villains blocking the way in the dimly lit corridor, and no mutterings or screams came from the cramped cells on both sides.

Deep within Azkaban Castle, in the wizarding prison where serious criminals are held, nine out of ten rooms are empty tonight.

Bellatrix Lestrange is gone, Rabastan and Rodolfos Lestrange are gone, Antonin Dolokhov is gone too —

On Christmas Eve 1995, Belvina's worst fears came true.

Death Eaters raided the Ministry of Magic's temporary headquarters, but the Dementors turned against them, allowing Bellatrix and others imprisoned in Azkaban to escape.

Suddenly, Belvina stopped in her tracks and gripped her wand even tighter in her right hand.

At the end of the dimly lit corridor stood a man, his face paler than a skull, his scarlet eyes shining even brighter in the darkness.

It's Voldemort.

"Are you wondering why the great Voldemort would go to such lengths?" Voldemort said lazily, his voice sharp and cold.

The Dementors have already betrayed the Ministry of Magic, and even without Lucius Malfoy and others drawing attention, Voldemort's prison break tonight will be a great success.

"Are you wondering why the great Voldemort would openly attack the Ministry of Magic? This is completely different from his previous actions, isn't it?"

Voldemort's pale face wore a cruel, triumphant expression; he seemed to relish the thrill of manipulating others.

"You've become even more narcissistic than before, Mr. Riddle," Belvina said calmly. "Greatness is never self-proclaimed."

Voldemort sneered; his "greatness" was something a mere mortal like Belvina could never comprehend.

"I don't need to know why you went to all this trouble, nor do I need to know why you publicly attacked the Ministry of Magic's temporary headquarters."

Belvina continued, "I must admit, the Ministry of Magic suffered heavy losses tonight, but we successfully forced you out of your shell. Tonight's losses were worthwhile."

"It's been months, and you're still as stubborn as ever," Voldemort said lazily. "But I have to correct you on one point: it wasn't you who forced me into this; it was my own decision."

Voldemort walked slowly forward, his red eyes fixed on Belvina not far away.

"My target is you, Belvina Black, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Voldemort sneered, then said, "Right here and now, I will kill you with my own hands, and let your blood announce my return!"

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