Chapter 501: Bestowed by the King

The waves of the North Sea set off waves and beat against a huge castle built on an island.

On the surface of the sea, there are countless dementors floating. They were temporarily expelled from Azkaban by the Aurors, and they were only allowed to enter the castle to eat once every two days.

Two combat teams were guarding the entrance of the first floor of Azkaban.

"Hey, Carl, it's time for you to go on patrol." The captain of one of the teams said with a sigh of relief, smiling to the captain of the other team.

Carl lazily got up from the sofa, looked at several colleagues who were not in good condition, and sighed, "Merlin's beard, I really don't want to go into Azkaban, everything here is terrible, Even the walls seem to have the sound of mournful wailing."

Other colleagues were also complaining, some began to miss their wives, some were anxious about their grandma who was hospitalized in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries...

They walked through the cold corridors of the prison, still complaining.

"Damn, why can't we have those dementors patrolling, they're the jailers."

"Yeah, yeah, it's okay even if you don't patrol, I don't believe what a wizard who lost his wand and was locked in a cell can do, escape? Oh, this is ridiculous, there are countless cameras around the castle." Ghost!"

Along the aisle they were walking slowly, all the way to the inside, towards a prison deep in the aisle on the left.

Adams panted and slumped in the corner, surrounded by coldness and loneliness.

Yesterday, the terrifying dementor came to suck his happiness again, and the boundless painful memories began to roll in his brain.

The wife took his Galleon and flew off with a Muggle living in London.

The son was seriously ill and died.

Later, his parents also died one after another due to old age.

...

One after another in life, one after another, severely tormented his soul. The pain that he finally spent with alcohol and lonely nights, he thought it had passed, and was quietly faded by time.

Now it is so clear in my thoughts.

He couldn't even think of the best things in his life, as if they had been eaten by dementors.

But he knew that he hadn't been completely devoured. After a day, these memories would be recalled again. Then, he could rely on these beautiful memories to linger on.

But ah, he seems to be unable to hold on anymore, how long has he been locked up in Azkaban?

He seemed to be losing track of time.

A day passed, and he still couldn't think of any happiness. Countless bad memories surged in his mind, tormenting him severely.

Adams felt like he was out of breath. He was so desperate, he was like a fish out of water.

And the most depressing thing is...

He had been tried by the Ministry of Magic's Wizengamot in a coma, which means he had no idea how long he had been convicted of the crime.

He didn't know how long he would have to endure before he could be released.

Maybe……

Possibly a lifetime?

As soon as he thought of this possibility, he almost completely lost all his beliefs.

He sat slumped in the corner, like a piece of mud, oh, maybe it won't be long before he will die, rot, and then completely become a piece of mud in the corner.

After all, the cells here are not clean, they are sticky and smelly everywhere.

In the cell opposite him was a very beautiful woman, with long light brown hair, light brown eyes, white and flawless skin, a weak-looking face, and exaggerated curves that couldn't be covered by a wizard's robe.

To be honest, he didn't feel comforted by this, after all, he could appreciate beautiful women.

Not only because the woman's name is Amy Miller, the famously toxic black widow on the fringes, but more importantly...

He, Adams, was ridiculously still in love with his wife.

Yes, it's ridiculous!

He could obviously curse that woman with ritual magic, the woman who took away all his property. After all, after most of the money he earned was exploited by the Lupine Family and the Sugar Pie Alliance, there was not much he could save. The woman swept away and used it to start a new family with the handsome and tall Muggle.

But he still couldn't do it, what a bitch, he scolded himself.

So, when the woman in the opposite cell kept chanting the phrase 'Weasley, our king', he was so annoyed.

Crazy you!

A child, even a top potion master, yes, so many newspapers, so many big figures are praising him, so what about his achievements?

But at this moment, he was really infected.

He simply couldn't imagine how that kid spent such a long time in Azkaban, yet still be as chic as ever.

He clearly remembered the magic photo in the newspaper - under the trial of countless big figures, Anthony Weasley was dressed as a prisoner, with an elegant and relaxed body, a confident face, waving arms, shining eyes, talking eloquently , walking slowly as if there was no one else around. The big shots around him were all obsessed with his words.

Adams looked down at his prison uniform, thinking about the look of that young man wearing a prison uniform, oh, what he was wearing might not be called a prison uniform.

It is said that because of this photo, striped clothing became popular in the fringes.

Gradually, as he was tortured by the dementors to the point of collapse, he also began to chant unknowingly when he heard the woman kneeling on the ground praying piously.

"Weasley, our king, please give me the strength to escape from this hell."

Gradually, the boy's memory began to radiate golden light as he recited it over and over again.

He prayed for Weasley's power to walk out of this hell with his pomp, poise, calmness, and grace and ease.

So at such a moment, he struggled to get up, panting, and struggled to use his weak body to pick a little bit of soil from the corner of the wall and the gap in the window, and gathered them into a small mound.

He is a wizard who has a deep understanding and practice of the ritual magic of "prayer for spirits". Even if he loses his wand, he still has enough experience and methods.

As soon as possible!

He didn't know how long he could keep his sanity under the torment of the dementors and this terrible cell, as soon as possible!

Adams knelt on the ground piously, clasped his hands together, and chanted the name of 'Anthony Weasley' until his thoughts were immersed in the great name of God.

So, with a calm expression, he tore off eleven hairs and stuffed them into the pile of soil. He also broke off a piece of nail and stuffed it in.

Finally, he stuck his bloody hand into his mouth and snapped off a tooth.

Hair, nails, teeth, blood, his pious heart, and his entire soul together constituted the simplest yet most pious ritual magic.

"Dedicate everything I have as a sacrifice to you, my king."

"Weasley, our king, please give me the strength to escape from this hell."

He recited it over and over again, his voice getting louder and more determined.

He could feel the woman in the opposite cell looking at him in surprise, and he could feel that many people in the corridor of the cell were chanting after him, but it didn't matter, they didn't understand, it was ritual magic.

He couldn't do anything well in his life. When he was at Hogwarts, his academic performance was a mess. Fortunately, the school didn't seem to have high IQ requirements for Slytherins. After graduation, he continued the traces of his father's generation, wandering on the streets , until he got a job with a fellow Slytherin.

Doting on his wife, teaching his children, finding his parents, and caring for the elderly, although his life was bad, he did some insignificant things.

For a weak person like him, only powerful black magic can help him. The bullshit magic taught in the school is too difficult, and he can't learn it at all!

Finally, he found the most suitable magic for him—ritual magic.

Finally, he found his faith through this ritual magic.

It feels good to have faith.

Adams only felt a force filling his chest, limbs, brain, and soul.

Yes, magic!

He felt a powerful magic power that was unimaginable in this life, washing over him.

This magical power was so powerful that it couldn't be added, so powerful that he couldn't understand it. He had never felt such a terrifying magical power.

At such a time when he was severely washed by the magic power, his whole body trembled, his eyes turned into pure white, and he seemed to see pieces of clouds vaguely.

These clouds formed a ladder. He raised his head and looked all the way up the ladder. To his surprise, but not surprisingly, he saw a figure.

—his king, Anthony Weasley!

Wang Zheng looked at him curiously, his own figure was reflected in such pure and clean eyes.

"my king!"

Adams cried out excitedly, his king, his king, was watching him, and gave him so much power.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his vision returned to reality. He gasped and looked at his hands. The infinite magic power was permeating from his hands, turning into substance, like a cloud of air, like the magic power under the throne. those clouds.

The magic mist fell from his hands and flowed into the mound in front of him, and then he felt an extremely strong vitality.

He could feel that this piece of soil was full of vitality, and it was giving birth to a kind of magical life.

And the seed was his bloody tooth!

Adams watched all these changes with excitement, and watched this beautiful piece devoutly.

Then, he saw that the teeth were rapidly sprouting whole roots, breaking through the ground, and growing upwards.

In the end, it turned into a wand twelve inches long, made of white bone, with a frog-like sculpture on the top.

Yes, he thought it was the wand!

The king heard his pious call, gave him magic power, gave him a wand, and let him walk out of this hell.

Yes, he was absolutely sure.

At such a moment, his heart was full of emotion and devotion to the king.

He kowtowed excitedly to the wand, and kissed the ground with his lips, as if he was kissing the cloud under the king's feet.

Then, he solemnly pulled out the wand, held the wand in both hands with a sense of ceremony, and kowtowed down again.

"What are you doing?"

"Hey, why is there a magic wand here?!!!"

Adams slowly raised his head, looked at the two Aurors outside the cell, the corners of his mouth curled up.