The years of welding at Hogwarts

The authentic Konoha Blue Beast's Day Tiger can create a huge pit with a diameter of hundreds of meters with one punch, and this is not the limit of what Might Guy can do. You must know that above the seven gates, there is an eighth gate, the Death Gate.

In the morning it is a peacock, and during the day it is a tiger. In the evening the elephant comes out and dances triumphantly at night.

Above Day Tiger, there are the even more powerful Xi Xiang and Ye Kai. His youthful version of Day Tiger is still not good enough.

Moreover, the dual consumption of magic power and physical strength of this move is also a huge problem. Noah is not a pure physical berserker like Might Guy, but a...

Well, an orthodox Kamar-Taj magician.

But why magicians wield large blades to chop people during battle is something that outsiders cannot understand.

Just one shot of Daytime Tiger drained away 60 to 70 percent of his magic power, and the depletion of physical strength was also a big problem.

Noah estimated that with his physical strength, he could only launch one more attack of Daytime Tiger with reduced power.

After that he should be able to just lie down and sleep.

Compared to using some more traditional spells, such as the Patronus Spell and the double casting of super armor protection, a super giant guardian in the form of Ultraman is created.

Even if you add a fierce fire spell on it, you can create a Susanoo version from Huo Ying's wizard world.

Traditional magic is far superior to Noah in terms of the utilization of magic power. He integrates his own magic power into physical skills and then converts it into witchcraft to perform it.

The magic energy bomb of the Day Tiger seemed solid, but the loss of magic energy during the process of the tiger-shaped energy bomb exploding was a rather astonishing number.

Not to mention that in order to show off, Noah also spent part of his magic power on shaping the gas bomb.

What is the saying?

If you don't pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning.

Even if Shafulin was short of magic power, he would still carve three lifelike dog heads of the three-headed dog Luwei on the earthen wall.

After launching a Daytime Tiger, the violent airflow surrounding Noah's body, which was like the transformation of a Super Saiyan, slowly dissipated at this moment, and his originally swollen muscles began to shrink, just like a balloon pricked by a needle.

Although Noah's muscular body is still quite attractive after shrinking back to his original size, for some reason, Hermione and Shirley still had a hint of regret in their eyes.

Gwen sighed quietly. Although she looked calm on the surface, the fingers of the hand that had just touched Noah's chest muscle were rubbing against each other constantly, as if she was recalling the touch at that time.

……

At the same time, in the far center of the North Sea, in a cold and lonely water area.

An isolated island stands in the vast ocean. The strong winds carry the sea water and create huge waves, which press down on this isolated island with black as the main theme, wave after wave.

As the surging waves approached the island at a very fast speed, the suddenly rising seabed caused the sea water to form a curtain wall that was tens of meters high, which slammed against the reefs on the shore.

Due to the long-term erosion, the entire coastline of the island is covered with strangely shaped rocks.

An isolated black castle stands in the center of the island, occupying most of the area of ​​this small island.

Rather than a castle, it is more like a lonely tombstone. The exterior of the building is a peculiar triangular prism shape, towering so high that it seems to pierce the sky. It really looks like a lonely tombstone standing in this dark sea.

This solid fortress was built during the turbulent times. Its thick walls were covered with dense holes. The holes that looked like shooting holes could only be seen when one got close. They were actually extremely narrow windows that connected the outside world with each room.

The small room was so narrow that it could barely accommodate one person. There was originally a thick layer of dry straw on the ground, but most of it had been worn away over the long years, and the remaining ones were covered with a thick layer of dirt, making it impossible to recognize their original appearance.

Apart from the cold, dry remains of straw, there was nothing else to provide warmth in these small, cramped cells.

A hole in the wall that is only wide enough for an arm to pass through is directly connected to the outside world, allowing the biting cold wind from the sea outside the fortress to penetrate directly into the fortress.

Even in such a harsh environment, there are still people alive in these rooms.

Judging from their disheveled appearance and the two rows of ribs clearly visible under their tattered clothes, those who lived here had suffered torture that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

In the sky above the sea, hundreds of monsters wrapped in black cloaks were floating densely. The fierce sea wind blew their wide cloaks away.

The leaves rustled in the wind, and from time to time their faces could be seen under their blown hoods.

What a horrible face it was—

It's like tearing off a huge scab, then tearing it off again after it forms another scab. Only after repeating this operation countless times will such a terrible mark be left on the face.

There were hideous scabs everywhere, as if it had been soaked in water for more than ten days and had been bitten by countless fish and shrimps, presenting a grayish color without a trace of blood.

What's even more terrifying is that where the facial features should be, there is nothing. There is only a dark hole emitting a terrifying aura where the mouth should be.

Dementors.

This is the official name of these monsters.

And here is the most terrifying and desperate place in the British wizarding world——

Azkaban.

A carriage pulled by two Thestrals suddenly rushed out from the dark and heavy storm clouds. The ominous Thestrals pulled the pure black body of the carriage as if they were pulling a heavy coffin.

The Auror driving the car in front finally saw the scene clearly after his vision was no longer blocked by the clouds. The icy air around him suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Even if I get more overtime pay, I won't come to this damn place a second time."

The Auror muttered curses under his breath.

The reins were pulled upwards, and after receiving instructions from the coachman, the Night Thestral pulling the carriage in front began to slowly reduce its flying speed, and the height of the carriage was also decreasing little by little.

It is not an easy task to land accurately on an island that looks not much bigger than a palm from high in the air in such a storm.

But for an Auror, he just needs to boldly loosen the reins and leave the entire landing process to the two Thestrals in front of him.

The Thestrals are undoubtedly the most suitable Pegasus for wizards to travel in the magical world.

But no matter how strong the Night Thestrals' pulling skills were, the whole car inevitably shook violently when the wheels touched the rugged ground on the island of Azkaban.

Fortunately, it finally stopped without any danger.

I wiped the water droplets on my cheeks, not knowing whether it was the rain pouring down from the sky and hitting my face, or the cold sweat caused by the thrilling landing process.

The Auror who jumped down from the frame pounded on the locked door at the back, "Dawlish, hurry up and move the things out for me. It will be your turn to drive when we get back!"

With a series of unlocking sounds, the door of the carriage opened all of a sudden. Dalish kept rubbing the goose bumps that appeared under his sleeves through his thick clothes.

"It's so cold. It seems like this damn place has never been warm all year round."

Dawlish's companion interrupted his sigh unhappily, "That's because there are Dementors everywhere!"

Pulling down Dawlish who was blocking the door of the carriage, the Auror cursed their boss Scrimgeour for giving them this crappy task, while using a levitation spell to move the supplies out of the carriage.

"Why don't you get back to work? Don't you want to go back to your office and sit comfortably?"

Due to the large number of Dementors gathering around Azkaban Castle, this island located in the vast North Sea has become a forbidden place that is almost impossible for humans to set foot in.

Arranging human guards became an impossible task in Azkaban.

Only Dementors can guard Azkaban, and only Dementors are willing to stay here. The hope for life that arises in the hearts of the prisoners is the best food for Dementors.

They feed on human happiness.

However, due to the torture they have suffered for many years, the positive emotions that these prisoners in Azkaban can produce have become quite rare, which can only keep these Dementors at a barely adequate level.

The Dementors' dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic has been going on for a long time, but they dare not act rashly because wizards have the terrible power to completely eliminate them from this world.

Due to the absence of human jailers, the survival of these prisoners became a huge problem that the Ministry of Magic had to address.

The two Aurors were transporting the necessary supplies to sustain the lives of the prisoners in Azkaban.

Basic things like food and fresh water. Even a powerful wizard like Grindelwald cannot survive without these two things.

In addition, these vicious criminals imprisoned in Azkaban Prison may sometimes be lucky enough to get a new set of prison uniforms, or a copy of the Daily Prophet as entertainment when they are bored.

Maybe the crossword puzzles in the newspaper can barely be considered entertainment?

Of course, in Dalish's opinion, this was more like a catalyst to help the prisoners feel happy.

If the prisoners' lives are a repetition of the despair of the previous day, how can these prison guards who work diligently to guard the prison possibly have enough to eat?

From the outside, the carriage did not look very big, but the interior space was enlarged dozens of times by the traceless extension spell. A large amount of food and fresh water were unloaded by two Aurors and placed in the city wall at the bottom of Azkaban Castle.

A small mountain of them formed in the castle's entrance hall.

More than 99% of the items on this mountain of supplies are potatoes, which are relatively durable to storage.

After all, in a hellhole place like Azkaban, even if the Auror Office set up a large amount of allowances specifically for the task of delivering supplies, no one would be willing to sign up.

Although Garlon is wonderful, they at least have to have the life to earn and spend it, right?

Under such circumstances, a carriage delivering supplies would visit Azkaban only every two or three months, which became a very normal thing in Azkaban.

Sometimes, it wasn't uncommon for a carriage to be sent over every half a year to deliver a new round of resources to this forgotten land.

After handing the task of distributing supplies to the Dementors, the two Aurors, who were shivering like sieves due to the cold, immediately crawled back to the carriage, slammed the door shut and welded it shut, and the Thestral carriage immediately rushed into the sky.

……

In a cell on the top floor of the prison, a skinny man stood with his back to the cell door, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

Even though there was a noise behind him from the Dementors roughly feeding the prisoners, it was unable to attract the man's attention at all, and he remained completely motionless.

If it weren't for the fact that his chest, with its ribs clearly visible under his torn striped prison uniform, was still rising and falling rhythmically with his breathing, he could almost be considered a corpse.

The pair of eyes embedded in the man's sunken cheeks were so lifeless that not a single ray of light could be seen in them. Such a state was actually not much different from that of a walking corpse.

I don’t know how long it was before the man who was facing the wall in silence finally made a move.

It seemed that he was tired of always going in the same direction, or it could be that his empty stomach fed back its dissatisfaction to his brain, forcing him to take action.

The man turned around slowly, and two dirty potatoes appeared on the floor behind him.

The man with a numb expression stretched out his hand to pick up the potato, not caring about the layer of dust on it, nor the burnt skin. He slowly brought it to his mouth and took a bite, just like he was biting an apple.

The skin of the potatoes was burnt, but the inside was raw. You couldn't expect these Dementors to have superb cooking skills.

With their intelligence, they were able to think of roasting the potatoes over the fire and then handing them over to the prisoners. This was already a huge feat for them, and they could not expect more.

One bite, two bites, like a ruthless eating machine, two small charred potatoes quickly entered the man's stomach.

It was at this time that the man noticed that there was another object placed just outside his cell door, but after taking a quick look, he retracted his gaze and prepared to turn around and face the wall again.

But just as he turned around, the man's movements suddenly paused. Coming to his senses, he somehow picked up the thing outside his cell door. Only then did he realize that it was a newspaper of the Daily Prophet.

Spreading out the newspaper, the man glanced at it briefly and was about to throw it away.

But as if he had seen something horrifying, the man's action of throwing away the newspaper suddenly paused. From his widened pupils, it can be seen that the man's mood at the moment was not as calm as his expression.

With excitement in his heart, the man held a newspaper less than ten centimeters in front of him and carefully looked at a photo posted on the third page of the newspaper.

The main subject of the photo is two men of about the same age as him engaging in a fist-to-fist fight. One of them has well-developed muscular muscles, while the other has long hair and looks like a gigolo.

That was the report of a fight between Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley during the investiture ceremony at Merlin Memorial Hall, about a month and a half ago.

But the man's focus was not on the two childish guys who were fighting like street thugs. His eyes were fixed on a corner of the photo.

There were two little boys who were fighting in almost the same posture. Next to Ron and Draco, Ginny was holding a little mouse with a missing finger, looking panicked.

Because Ron was so bloodthirsty at the time and was determined to fight his nemesis Draco, the brainless Ron didn't care about his pet Scabbers in his pocket at all.

Poor mouse Banban was worried about his life in the chaotic conflict, and was suddenly beaten to death in his owner's pocket by a black fist that came out of nowhere.

So as soon as Arthur and Lucius started the fight, it cleverly escaped from Ron's pocket, but as soon as it regained its freedom, it was immediately stepped on the tail by a sudden black foot.

In this chaos, it was the little angel Ginny who finally rescued Scabbers.

Such a photo happened to be taken by a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Although Ginny was not in the reporter's original intention of taking the photo, she was still in the center of the Merlin Memorial Hall ring because she was standing relatively close to the center of the ring.

Entered into the lens.

Eventually, along with his impulsive father and stupid brother, he became a funny news that was published on the third page of the newspaper.

Since photos in the magic world are all moving and have motion blur, it is not easy to count the toes of a little mouse in the afterimage.

Over and over again, the man carefully examined the photo of the pet rat.

When he confirmed that the mouse was indeed missing a toe on its forelimb compared to normal mice, and that the position and shape perfectly matched the image in his memory, a light suddenly burst out from the man's originally dull eyes.

That light is called revenge.

When the patrolling Dementor passed by the cell again, it was surprised to find that the life reaction that originally existed in the cell had disappeared.

The Dementor stopped, reached out to open the lock on the cell door and floated into the cell. Its almost zero vision was of no use in detecting the situation.

Dementors' perception of the outside world mainly comes from their ability to perceive the emotions of intelligent creatures. They can see all kinds of emotions carried by intelligent life, and are particularly sensitive to positive emotions such as happiness.

In addition to emotions, smell is also a means for Dementors to find prey, but it is much inferior to their ability to perceive emotions.

Carefully exploring the scent in the cage, the patrolling Dementors could clearly smell the scent of the prisoner still lingering in the cage, and this smell was gradually fading as time went by.

It seems that he is dead.

After the initial surprise, the not-so-bright Dementor quickly calmed down. After all, according to its previous perception, the owner of this cell had a very weak life force and was on the verge of death.