Chapter 378 The Howling Spine

For a while, Azkaban made a mistake, and everyone fell into intoxication.

Anton's head was resting on the chest of one dementor, his feet were crossed on the head of another dementor, and his whole body was immersed in the aftertaste of endless happiness.

The 'Eye of Magic Power' can only see the dementor's weird long-haired cursed magic image that makes people fall into a cold and desolate silence.

He could only rely on the black thread of the soul to grope every detail of the dementor little by little.

There was not much to gain. Apart from collecting all the information about this curse, Anton did not find any breakthrough.

It's weird.

You know, even if it is as strong as a fire dragon, Anton still has a way to map the opponent.

House elves, goblins, and centaurs also have their own magical images.

Only the wizard is a complete block of color and cannot be drawn.

The dementor is a bit like a deformed wizard. It is also so integrated that although it does not look like a whole color block, it cannot observe any information.

Unless Anton can use the Time Transformer to take them into the foggy tunnel of time, where everyone will become fluffy.

"Huh? Fluffy?"

It seems that there is another method, which can also make the black line of the soul fluffy. In other words, there is another method that can make the tightness of the soul unstable.

That is the "Thunder of the Mind" in Hufflepuff's Inheritance Secret.

Anton has simulated it.

The only problem is that this kind of extremely difficult technical work still needs a magic wand, or at least a spell-casting medium.

Anton smacked his lips and sighed helplessly.

"Prison..."

"There is no freedom at all!"

"Damn!"

He got up, kicked the dementor in displeasure, and walked slowly towards his cell with his hands behind his back.

Seeing Bella holding onto the railing with both hands and staring at herself with burning eyes, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"What are you looking at!"

Bella didn't mind, her eyes were full of light, and she exclaimed excitedly, "You have a way to deal with the dementors, and you still have a way to open the door, which proves that you have a way to get out!"

Anton glanced at her, ignored her, and walked straight to his cell.

He is upset right now, don't mess with him!

crunch~

Gently pushing, the iron door of the cell made an unpleasant friction sound.

"Boy, how about I make a deal with you?" Bella frantically squeezed her cheeks between the two railings, as if trying to squeeze her head out of it.

"As long as you help us escape, I will give you everything you want."

Anton's hand grasped the railing of the iron door, stopped, was silent for a moment, and stared back at Bella, "I just want you to shut up and stop messing with me, okay?"

"Hahaha~~~"

Bella burst into a maniacal laugh, holding the railing with one hand, leaning back with her upper body, pointing at Anton and laughing until her whole body trembled.

"You're heartbroken, right? You're heartbroken!"

"Boy!"

Bella's voice became louder and louder, "You have no idea how much energy we have. Just let us go out, as long as we can go out, we have enough ability to help you settle everything."

At this moment, the few people near this corner who were not too much affected by the dementors also came to their senses. In the cell next to Bella, her husband Rodolph Lestrange's eyes also erupted. look.

He stepped back to the furthest distance sideways so that he could see Anton's figure.

Although he didn't know why Bella thought this person could help them escape, he always agreed with Bella's ability to judge.

This crazy woman has enough acuity to always catch an opportunity.

"Yes, help me escape, I will give you rights, money, and even generous benefits, I swear on the reputation of the Lestrange family."

So, other people also shouted, "I am Rose Rozier, help me, help me, the Rozier family will give you a lot of money!"

Hehe~

Yeah?

If you run out, Anna's father will really give me a sum of money for it?

Anton expressed his doubts. These people seem to have great names, but in fact most of them have been abandoned by their own families.

Since the Ministry of Magic has almost abolished the death penalty, these guys who have been sentenced to life imprisonment have long been taken for granted by the outside world as dead.

Rozier...

Tut tut.

The relationship between the pure-blood family is closer than Anton imagined. If he remembered correctly, Sirius' aunt, Bella and Narcissa's mother belonged to the Rozier family.

Anton looked up, wow, Voldemort's subordinates are really talented.

Most of them come from famous families. It is estimated that Peter Pettigrew is the worst born among the Death Eaters.

Until a voice appeared, "I'm Antonin Dolokhov, I think you should have heard of the Dolokhov family, help me out, you damn kid, whatever you can do, get me out of here Get out of this damn place!"

Anton raised his eyebrows, yo ho, Antonin?

He really knew this person, who was also a member of the Death Eaters confessed by Karkaroff for killing Gideon and Fabian Prewett. (Aunt Molly's two brothers, by this point, the Prewett family had lost all male heirs.)

As well as the cruel torture of a large number of Muggles and opponents of the Dark Lord using spells such as the Cruciatus Curse.

The means are extremely brutal.

And enjoy it.

A standard dark wizard.

"Damn kid?"

Anton grinned, let go of the doorknob, turned and walked towards his cell.

The two dementors left at some point, and everyone came back from the influence of the dementors. After all, they were all wizards with good strength. Even if they were still a little weak and negative, they still maintained their spirits.

Everyone was excited to hear the hope of escaping.

Well, not everyone.

The Reticent August Rookwood, who had just been bitten by a dementor, seemed very silent.

He struggled to climb to the corner between the railing and the wall, watched Anton walking over, his mouth moved, but he didn't speak after all.

Antonin Dolokhov was in the cell opposite him.

Anton looked at Antoning with a smile.

He suddenly remembered that in the restricted section of the library of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, there was really a record of an ancient wizard's evil method of making a spell-casting medium.

The name is particularly interesting, called 'The Wailing Spine'.

The production method is very simple, let the subject howl for three days and three nights in the torture, and then pull out the opponent's spine, this thing has very good magic power.

Of course, this thing is too vicious, and the effect is too poor compared to the wand, and there are only a few words in the book left.

Anton would remember it so clearly, mainly because the book was borrowed from Professor Snape and asked him to read it.

Extracting human spines after torture was so sinister that Snape changed it to extracting animal spines.

And he told Anton about the stripping and usage range of this potion material in a simple way.

In short, it is brutal and evil.

Anton is kind-hearted and can't do this kind of thing.

He looked at Dolokhov with a smile, and began to analyze whether the 'joyful spine' was feasible.

They all use extreme emotions to affect the soul of the subject. Logically speaking, the Cruciatus Curse is fine, and so is the Tickle Curse.

Dolokhov was still beeping something viciously to him, which made several people around him frown, and what's more, someone even booed beside him.

It seems that as long as there are enough threats and enough insults, the child can be feared and act according to their orders.

Luke Wood, the silent man in the cell behind Anton, shook his head. How could he succeed with these insects.

"Have you finished laughing?" Anton looked at the middle-aged man with big arms and round waist obediently, and greeted him politely.

Dolokhov's face froze, his eyes became fierce, and he grabbed the railing with both hands, "Damn boy, let me out!"

Anton shook his head, "No, you should keep smiling."

He raised his hand lightly, and with an upward stroke, Dolokhov floated up.

Snapped!

Hitting against the railing with extreme force, the whole body was attached to the railing, the teeth were bloody from the impact, and the nose was crazily squeezed against the iron railing as if by a huge force.

"Ah~~~~"

He let out a shrill cry of pain.

"Oh, don't do this, it makes me feel like I'm using the Cruciatus Curse on you. I'm not that kind of person." Anton leaned back, tilted his head and looked up at the tall middle-aged man floating off the ground.

"You should be smiling."

"Hahahaha~~~~"

To the surprise of all the Death Eaters, Dolokhov, who was always cruel and stubborn, actually smiled obediently.

And the more you laugh, the louder you laugh, the harder you laugh.

Boom!

Anton frowned, his arms turned into black threads of the soul, and all of them sank into Dolokhov's chest, "You can't laugh so hard, you have to laugh for three days and three nights, and you must pay attention to the potential for sustainable development."

As he murmured, Dolokhov's laughter dropped a lot. It was just that kind of deep voice, which seemed to be a bit heart-piercing when he laughed, and it sounded like he was crying.

As a result, the entire corridor of the prison became much quieter.

"Awesome." Anton walked towards his cell with his hands behind his back, smiling, and now no one yelled at him loudly, and he suddenly felt that the people here were pretty nice.