DespicableHP——ForSimba, it's just a common name, although it is mentioned separately in the history of magic books. There are many pages in black magic books in the restricted section of Hogwarts that bear this name, but what does it matter for a dead black witch who died two thousand years ago?
But following the memories of Hogwarts's two founders here, Sirius knew he was wrong!
Soul Instrument, splitting the soul to achieve immortality—can the soul even be cut?
Hogwarts so said, Sirius was not quite understand, but the dementors were because those over split soul of wizards, this had given him a considerable scare. And for Rowena Ravenclaw said that domestic elves are likely to have been created by Herp deriving a wise race of magic life, Sirius already can not imagine that this guy's strength is actually arrived at the bottom!
"Amortentia?"
In the end, they still stepped on the steps of domestic elves under their hands, walking on such paths, no one's face could be pleasant. They tried to avoid looking at the sides of the steps, even after death they still kept humble and flattering faces, silently descending.
Sirius, with a gloomy expression, suddenly spoke, "Have you been investigating Herp all this time?"
Amortentia heard this and was slightly stunned. After a silent moment, he nodded gently.
"But -- so! " Sirius asked eagerly, but then he suddenly recalled the conversation between the founders of Hogwarts above, his expression instantly turned into terror,
"Is this guy still alive?!"
"I guess it will be like this." Amortentia said expressionlessly, looking as if his mood was not good.
"Two thousand years alive?!" Sirius's voice warped, "And, just now when we came in, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor mentioned Merlin. What's all this?"
But this time, Amortentia did not provide any answer; his gaze was fixed on the surging lava, as if he had discovered something.
"Okay --"
Realizing that Amortentia obviously didn't want to answer these questions, Sirius grudgingly closed his mouth, but within a few seconds, he couldn't help but mutter,
"Look at the situation here, now I think Voldemort isn't that dangerous after all."
There were indeed some things floating in the lava, those were the bones of some creatures that had been incinerated, most of which were unrecognizable. But Amortentia still found that one of them should belong to a dragon. The remains of this dragon were much thicker and uglier than he had ever seen before. Perhaps it was a kind of dragon ancestor.
Herp must have used this lava lake as a trash incinerator. Several of them found some remains in the bubbling lava, most of which were incomplete. But considering that these biological remains had been immersed in the lava for more than a dozen centuries and had not been completely incinerated, it's imaginable just how astonishing these creatures must have been when they were alive.
They went down to a position where the lava was level with them, and separated by only a thin layer of magic protection from the surging lava. As the lava flowed, unmovable remains of creatures that could not be melted kept colliding with the barrier along with the fire waves. Even though they knew it would not be a problem, this still made them feel incredibly oppressive.
Gryffindor and Ravenclaw did not exchange words either. They quickened their pace forward, finally standing in front of a black door at the bottom of the lava lake ten minutes later.
This is a huge black stone door, upon which several giant serpents wind and coil. The serpents gaze down with lifelike eyes, from the huge, ferocious maws of which emerge fangs that chill the heart.
"Snake monster --"
Amortentia whispered lightly, not wanting to think about it, he also knew how to open the door.
Sssss...
Ravenclaw used snake language again, and Amortentia's eyes shone with determination, carefully noting this strange tone.
Buzz---
As the heavy roar of thunder, the gloomy glow covering the lava lake quickly swallowed up the dazzling light and color emitted by the lava.
As if two worlds separated by one door, the room they were in seemed to be the front hall of Hogwarts. The tall and gloomy room was devoid of any heat, and even the damp air felt slightly chilly. This chill was entrenched in the memories of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, and let Amortentia and Sirius feel it as if they were physically present.
"There are dementors here!"
Ten and a half years of imprisonment at Azkaban had done too much harm to Sirius. When he felt this familiar chill, he subconsciously shrank his body, shivering uncontrollably, and even wanted to change into the form of Animagus.
Clang!
After they had all entered the vestibule, the main door automatically closed. There was no light anywhere, only the faint starlight filtering through the dome. In front of them was another tall stone door, with a crack in the door and a crevice on the ground emitting a steady stream of white, frosty smoke.
Gazing directly at this door, everyone in their hearts had a sudden understanding that they had probably reached the core of this underground ruins.
When they approached, the door opened automatically, and a room that was no less magnificent than the great hall of the island of Avalon finally appeared before them.
Gryffindor raised his long sword for the third time since landing on the island, but Ravenclaw stopped him again.
"It's meaningless, Gormenghast –"
Ravenclaw's exquisite face carried a touch of gloom. She said wearily,
"We have tried, and we cannot destroy this creature."
"What is it?"
Sirius's eyes were filled with confusion. He gazed at the great hall, his jumbled thoughts unable to provide any rational judgment.
Huff...
Amortentia deeply sighed, his face grave.
"Probably. This is the 'production line' for dementors..."
The vast hall, from the stone door they entered to the distant side where their eyes could not reach, had a group of ethereal, beautiful white light halos floating a few feet off the ground at intervals of a few steps. They were like star clouds floating in the cold and desolate universe, dazzling and mesmerizing.
Stars are born from nebulae, but in front of them, the halos contained a faint outline of a human shape.
Gryffindor's hand passed over the halos, and the light sand scattered in the dim air, like stars playing.
"This... is the spiritual power of the creatures in the nearby sea that has been stripped away?"
Gryffindor asked in a serious tone, after the conclusion was confirmed by Ravenclaw, Gryffindor shook his head, sighed and said,
"Beautiful souls have become the breeding ground for evil. Herp must prevent this guy from coming into being. Otherwise, all magic civilizations and muggle world will face catastrophic disaster."
Ravenclaw seemed to see a deeper connection, and she too sighed.
"These spiritual powers come from the dementors we saw above. They kill life and extract the power they gain, which is transmitted here to spawn more companions."
Sirius's face was pale, looking around the hall, there were about thousands of dementor embryos. If these dementors were all born, it would be catastrophic for the magical world.
The further they walked inward, the more broken souls within the halos became familiar to them, as if they were becoming the creatures they knew as dementors. By the time they reached the very center, the black shadows within the halos were already crawling around inside their "eggshells," sensing the presence of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw and eagerly attacking their incubator.
Ravenclaw stopped, standing in front of a mature embryo. Her icy blue eyes dissected the roots of the dementor, but as her observation continued, her expression became even darker.
"Herp -- he has bred those colorless souls into indestructible creatures in such a manner, ultimately creating such an evil and special species of life."
Ravenclaw turned her gaze towards Gryffindor.
"Yet for us, we must destroy all individuals of this species, leaving just one, we will fail --"
(Chapter ends)
