The days in Azkaban were indeed very peaceful, and there was no shortage of food and water-the Ministry of Magic regularly sent people to deliver supplies, which were then distributed by the Dementors to each prisoner daily.

This is also one of the agreements reached with the Dementors, as they are also reluctant to see any loss of these limited "rations".

Alas, many prisoners have gone on a hunger strike because of an unbearable sense of despair.

But at least, for Maca, this meant that he could have a lot of time to toss his research.

Unfortunately, before he came here, the Ministry of Magic left his belongings outside, which made him unable to conduct many researches here ...

Recently, Maca has been shaving wood with previously polished stones.

At the edge of the cemetery behind Blackstone Fortress, there was a densely growing Scots pine. Of course, they are common in the UK and are often used as Christmas trees.

现在 But now, Maca has picked some branches and is constantly cutting out a small wooden stick that is more than ten inches long. It seems that she wants to do some manual work.

Just below his bottom, a dementor was struggling. The black cape on his body is too close to the black stone ground on the island, and it is really difficult to distinguish from a distance.

Suddenly, Maca dropped the stones in her hand and picked up the wooden sticks on the ground and examined them carefully.

I can notice that when he got it, he could vaguely see a small hole in the fracture of the stick, and he seemed to be ready to stuff some slender things into it.

"... Okay." Maca nodded, then stood up.

The dementor underneath him flew up and couldn't wait to escape into the distance. But it never occurred to him that Maca reached out and grabbed his neck and pulled it back.

的 The silvery white light on his body suddenly brightened, his left hand was holding the dementor's neck, his right hand was suddenly raised, and he fell heavily on the back neck of the dementor.

He only heard the sound of "Kala", and the dementor in his hand immediately struggled violently, waving his hands and feet frantically, but he could not hurt the maca covered with silver-white mist.

Maca didn't hesitate, and fell right together with her right hand, continuously beating the Dementor's neck. He seemed to be a poor executioner, cutting the victim's neck with a blunt knife.

Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult for the wizards to make the Dementors suffer some injuries, let alone kill them. However, Maca now did it by the mutant guardian curse.

Finally, with a crisp "click" sound, the neck under the Dementor's hood was bizarrely crooked to one side.

Maca threw the dementors that were no longer moving to the ground, then squatted down, and tore away the "standard uniform" of the dementors.

I can see that although the dementors are humanoid magical creatures, the bodies under their cloaks are no different from humans.

"Although it looks like a human with anorexia to advanced stages ... but it's clear that the skeleton is not skin outside-it's more similar to a cuticle," Maca observed it over and over, "well, There are 'ribs' like humans, but there are only three pairs, and they are obviously much thicker ... There are also 'pelvic bones', but the shapes are very different ... "

数 After several days of careful study, Maca carried a bundle of sticks tied with sticks in her left hand, and a suspicious bar looking like a spine in her right hand, and walked leisurely towards the Blackrock Fortress.

The clouds in the sky are very thick, and from time to time there are lightnings emerging from the clouds. It seems that a heavy rain is coming soon.

After all, working in the rain is not a good choice.

I returned to the atrium of the Blackrock Fortress, and Maca sat on the stairs on the stairs, her hands dangling from the light and mist, and she arched her left and right, twisting the spine-like thing.

Soon, as the sound of bone friction was interrupted, his right hand was gently pulled out, a gray flutter, something that looked like an old cotton thread was pulled out by him.

Maca held it in front of her eyes and looked at it, but she couldn't see much from it.

He pulled a regular straw from the bundle of sticks and connected the "old cotton thread" to one end of the straw. Immediately, he threaded it into a wooden stick like a needle.

Finally, Maca took out two short wooden drills from her pockets and blocked the holes in the sticks one after the other.

"Flocks of birds." "Oh!"

He held the stick in his hand and waved it gently, but in exchange for a loud explosion.

He patted his hair darkly to keep them from smoky. Then, he took out the "old cotton thread" from the stick again and replaced it with the next stick.

"Fluorescence flickers." "Ka ---"

This time is even better! You do n’t even have to dismantle it—because the stick has cracked!

I tried each of the wooden sticks one by one, but none of them succeeded. I have to say that this experiment can be said to have completely failed.

"Sure enough, the tools are too rude ..." Maca shook her head and whispered to herself, "The wand was crafted in Hogwarts before, but the accuracy requirements are too high ..."

I said so, but here, everything has to come.

In the following days, heavy rain kept falling, and Maca kept pouring down to collect wood.

This process is abnormally boring. It is nothing more than cutting wooden sticks, wearing "cotton threads", and then cutting wooden sticks ... so it goes back and forth.

Finally, one afternoon ...

"... flaming flames!"

As the mantra was read from Maka's mouth, several flames rushed out of the front of the small stick and fell on the rocky ground and burned on its own.

嗯 "Hmm ... the accuracy is still not enough, a little deviation from the target point ..." Maca nodded slightly, "but anyway, I made ... Ah, sneeze!"

He could not help rubbing his nose.

In fact, this is not the first magic wand made by Maca. But honestly, it is really a bad thing to make with such a simple tool.

He can feel that although the core taken from the Dementor is smooth to use, it obviously has a qualitative bias. I believe that if used to cast black magic about the soul, it will be powerful!

Huh, although this "magic wand" with a length of about twelve inches is really awful and the control accuracy is relatively low, it still has great power.

"Probably, this is also the world's first magic wand using the dementor's spinal cord as the core." Maca thought with interest on the broken wooden stick in his hand.

The distance to the next step of the plan begins, and there is still time to be anxious. After finishing his new wand, he didn't think about polishing it to be more beautiful, but went on with other research.

Uh ...

Just when the heavy rain in Azkaban has developed into a violent thunderstorm, Harry's sky is clear all day long.

Speaking of which, the Quidditch World Cup is approaching, and Mrs. Weasley wrote enthusiastically to invite Harry to watch the game together.

But everyone knows that even Mr. Weasley, who has always been keen to study Muggles, only knows a lot about Muggle's affairs.

From the beginning, it was a mistake for them to choose to fly to Dursley's home with flying powder-their fireplace was blocked, and a fake electric furnace was burning in front of it.

At this moment, there was a pounding sound from behind the fireplace.

"What is it?" Harry's Aunt Petunia had stepped back to the wall, and she stared in horror at the electric stove, breathlessly asking, "What, Vernon?"

Their questions were soon answered, because several people's voices came from behind the blocked fireplace.

"Oh! No, Fred-go back, go back, maybe it's wrong-just call George not-oh! No, George, it's too crowded here, go back and tell Ron-"

"Maybe Harry can hear us? Dad--maybe he can let us out--"

As a result, several fists slammed heavily on the wall behind the electric stove.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

The Turtlesleys attacked Harry like two angry huskies.

怎么 "What's going on?" Uncle Vernon growled and asked, "What are they doing?"

他们 "They-they want to come here by flying powder." Harry couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, he had to fight desperately.

他们 "They can travel on fire ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ but you sealed the fireplace ... wait a minute!"

He came to the fireplace and shouted inward across the wall: "Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"

The sound of a fist hitting the wall stopped immediately.

"Shhhhhh!" Said a man in the mantelpiece.

"Mr. Weasley, this is Harry ... the fireplace has been sealed! You cannot come out of here."

"Damn!" Said Mr. Weasley, "why are they going to seal off the good fireplace?"

他们 "They got an electric stove," Harry explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley's voice became excited. "You mean, it's live? Is there a plug? It's great, I must have insight ... let me think ... oh, Ron! "

It seemed that Ron had arrived, and his voice joined them.

"What are we doing here? Is something wrong?"

噢 "Oh no, Ron," Fred's voice came out, with a sarcastic tone. "Nothing is wrong, this is exactly where we are coming."

哎 "Oh, we're all wasting time here," said George, his voice muffled, and he was probably squeezed against the wall.

孩子 "Children, children ..." said Mr. Weasley in a vague voice, "I'm thinking about what to do ... well ... that's all ... Harry, stand back!"

Harry stepped back to the sofa, and Uncle Vernon stepped forward instead.

等等 "Wait!" He shouted at the fire, "what exactly do you want to do--"

"Boom!"

The sealed-off fireplace exploded, and the electric stove flew to the other side of the room. Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron were thrown out along with a pile of crushed stone walls.