"At this moment, the little guy felt his hair stand up, and a cool air fell from his head to the soles of his feet. The sound was like a death-seeking talisman..."

"Don't give me a monologue in my heart!" Wang Yao looked back at the woman in black robe who was talking to herself, but after her trouble, the panic was gone.

"I'm becoming more and more curious about you." Wang Yao said, slowly retreating away from the iron gate, retracting back to the previous place, and occupying a corner with the woman in black robe. His mind was all concentrated outside the iron gate. Although he knew very well that the dementor was floating in the air, there was no footsteps or movement sounds.

"I'm curious, uh..." Half of the words said, the woman in black covered her head in pain, and her voice became extremely cold: "I feel very bad... The dementor is approaching..."

Wang Yao's heart burst, his eyes stared at the rusty door without blinking.

call--

The dim and dirty corridor outside the cell was dark and dirty, and a row of oil lamps on the wet walls emitted a faint candlelight, swaying continuously until a "pop" sound was made, completely extinguished, and fell into a dead silence and darkness.

The moment before the row of candlelight went out, the blue smoke rising from straight lines seemed to be driven by something, and it was blown away.

The entire Azkaban prison fell into absolute darkness. No abnormal sounds sounded, and the prisoners in other cells seemed to be dead, without making any sound.

laugh--

The slight sound was heard, and the hay that Wang Yao blocked the hole fell down without anyone touching it. Wang Yao remembered it very clearly that he was blocked tightly and it was impossible for him to fall down by himself.

Then there is only one explanation, the dementor has come in.

"Is this the normal rhythm? Will they enter the cell?" His neck was tilted back, as if he could stay away from the dementors. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, "I thought they would only suck outside the door."

Wang Yao has never been so weak. Even when facing the zombie Death Triangle, even if he is defeated, he will always have one way to resist, avoid or escape. Only at this moment, all he can do is wait powerlessly, wait for the dementor to show great compassion and will not give that kiss.

"Never, they just wander outside the door, probably because they saw a guy as young as you for the first time, so I'm curious to take a look." The woman in black robe heard her voice from another corner of the wall.

"It sounds like you don't feel uncomfortable." Wang Yao snorted lightly. After the words, no more sounds came from there.

Wang Yao widened his black eyes without any focus, trying to see something in the cell. Lightning did not appear for a long time, and there was only darkness around him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt his exhalation as if he was hitting something, bounced back to the cold and smelly smell. Realizing something, Wang Yao's breathing became rapid, and his head leaned back even further, and he could already feel the cold air from the stone wall piercing into his scalp.

Suddenly, lightning flashed past the window, causing Wang Yao to see what was in front of him in an instant.

This is a monster with a rotten and broken body as if soaked in water. It is wearing a black cloak full of holes and a scabbed palm. The most terrifying thing is its head. It has no facial features, only a dark hole in the position where it should have a mouth.

Dementor!

Wang Yao's head buzzed, his scalp burst out, and he roared uncontrollably, and a punch was blown out, bringing out a bitter fist wind. Then he suddenly remembered that he could not cause damage to the dementor, and this punch might anger it!

Wang Yao wanted to stop his strength, but it was too late. He saw that the punch penetrated the faceless face of the Dementor without any effort, hitting the air without any defense, causing the pain of dislocation to make his face slightly twitch.

It's going to be bad!

This thought suddenly rose in my mind, and I saw the dementor open his mouth wide and his whole face became distorted. Wang Yao pulled out his fist and retreated quickly. But he saw that the dementor did not stick it up, and the faint milky white light emitted from the piercing of the fist, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, quickly spreading to the dementor's body and then extinguished in an instant.

call--

As if time goes back, the extinguished candles on the walls of the corridor suddenly illuminate again, illuminating the corridor and the cage.

Under the dim light, a ball of black ashes slowly fell down where the dementor was originally located.

Wang Yao looked down at his fist, unable to believe that it was caused by himself. Then the sound of whimpering through the air sounded from all directions. Wang Yao's face turned stern, realizing that he had poked the hornet's nest. He quickly leaned against the cold and wet stone walls, and looked at the three walls with caution.

Woo--

A black shadow like ink penetrated the iron door, causing a fishy storm to sweep. As the woman in black robe said, the dementor had no body. Wang Yao secretly said that it was you who was waiting for, and he made the same trick, and punched it out and penetrated the dementor's body directly.

boom!

The milky white light spread from Wang Yao's abdomen, and there was nothing left, leaving only black powder. The dementor, who was terrified of talking in the wizard's mouth, was only destroyed by Wang Yao's punch!

"Hiss..." Wang Yao took a deep breath, not only because of his amazement, but also because of the dementors coming from the three directions, the whimpering sounds made by the cloak were almost connected.

If it were other wizards, they would have been so scared that they were urinating and defecating. However, Wang Yao's eyes lit up, and his twelve times of his physical fitness exploded, and his fists were full of vigor.

The dementors stained with fists will instantly turn into a large ball of white light and turn into ashes. Occasionally, a fish that escapes the net passes through Wang Yao's fist shadow, and when it touches Wang Yao, it ignites a milky white light and turns into a ball of ashes.

The characteristics of both sides seem to be changed at this time. The dementor touches Wang Yao's skin and dies when touched!

As if he realized that Wang Yao was not easy to deal with, a dementor pounced on the black-robed woman. Wang Yao was always on the verge of attention. The bitter fist wind scared away dozens of dementors remaining. He kicked his feet and instantly rushed to the front of the black-robed woman. He punched hard, causing a burst of air.

The dementor pit was not pitted, and it turned into ashes with a puff.

Wang Yao turned around and found that the cell was empty, and the remaining dementors were scared away. Only a thin layer of black ash on the ground indicated that they had been here.

Wang Yao looked down at the figure of the woman in black robe who was slumped to the ground. In an instant, hesitated, he squatted down and lifted the woman in black robe. His delicate and pale jaw, delicate and light pink lips, and blood was left on it. Wang Yao's palm froze, took a deep breath before continuing to lift it, at this moment...

Bang-

A pale and soft hand slapped Wang Yao's palm.

"You..." Wang Yao was shocked and was stunned at the woman in black who patted her palms open, tidied up her black robe and hid her jaw back into the shadow.

"Are you still not dead after all the bloodshed in Qihe?"

"Blooding from seven holes is blooding from seven holes, death is death, you have to figure it out!" She stood up like no one. She was obviously such a critical moment, but she was so nervous, and she was still busy pretending to die and complaining.

Wang Yao knew that even if he asked her, he would be excused. After confirming that she was fine, he stopped caring about her and turned around and walked towards the rusty iron door.

Under the curious gaze of the woman in black robe, Wang Yao walked to the iron gate and breathed a sigh of relief.

His body was slightly silent, in an instant! It was like a thunder storm. Wang Yao swung rapidly, his right leg whipped out, and the air was squeezed and made a whimper.

Bang!

A kick hit the iron gate, and the deafening echoed through Azkaban. The iron gate weighing hundreds of kilograms flew out and slapped the wall opposite the corridor. The rumbling sound seemed to drive the entire Azkaban to follow and shake.

"Oh~~~~~~" the woman in black robe exclaimed. But her tone felt strange.

Slowly retracting his slightly sore sore feet, Wang Yao stepped out and stood on the corridor. There were no dementors outside. They had suffered, and they hid, perhaps waiting for a good opportunity to retaliate.

What is the milky white light...? Standing on the corridor, Wang Yao frowned, but his mind was passing through Quidditch's arena. When Dumbledore released the ariad of binding techniques to trap him, the milky white light penetrated into his body.

"Are we going to escape from prison?" The woman in black robe followed her and looked around excitedly. Her curiosity about the strange power shown by Wang Yao was thrown behind her in a blink of an eye.

"No..." Wang Yao, who thought of some things, shook his head and said to the woman in black robe: "I'll stay here."

"Didn't your brain develop completely? Dementors are everywhere here, are you staying?!"

"You can go by yourself." Wang Yao glanced at her slantedly.

"Forget it." The woman in black robe said helplessly: "You are not afraid of them, I am scared. What if they run away and chase them out? And there is a sea around me, where can I escape? Let's follow you honestly, they are afraid of you anyway."

"Whatever you want." Wang Yao was stunned. The logic of the woman in the black robe was reasonable, but it always made him feel a little awkward.

Wang Yao shook his head, threw these chaotic thoughts out of his brain, glanced at both sides of the corridor, and said nothing strange. Suddenly, a light of inspiration passed by his brain.

Dumbledore tried me into Azkaban, but used a spell to protect me from dementors, a contradictory act. Did he already doubt Chilo and just pretend to give him? But so he sent Azkaban to Azkaban was too much of a problem.

The only possibility is that he will take some action, and his existence will likely disrupt him.

So that's it, then...

What will the action be?
Chapter completed!