How to break into a ring

"August 23rd... I still can't guess the origin of this group of people. Thanks to Merlin, language learning is always relative. Now I can roughly understand their words. I can preliminarily judge that they use two very different languages. One they call the lingua franca, and the other sounds pretty sinister."

Lucius dipped a quill into the ink, which was forgotten by an official of the Ministry of Magic in Azkaban. After all, Transfiguration has a time limit, but the parchment he was writing on was made of a few pieces of torn clothes.

The nights in Azkaban are very cold, even though it is summer.

The dementors are not responsible for burying the dead prisoners. Even if someone dies silently in the prison, the body will not rot. The dead will not be carried out for burial until the Ministry of Magic officials come to make routine inspections. Most of the clothes and blankets are not taken out and are still thrown in the cell.

The Ring Spirits used to be human beings. Although they don't need to eat and don't get cold now, when they have nothing to do, they still carefully pick up the old blankets and clothes and bring them to Lucius.

Human beings are very fragile...the Ring Spirits will definitely not let him die before they still need Lucius. As for Lucius' reaction when he sees these "gifts", let's ignore it and see what these clothes are used for now Just know.

In Azkaban, the most identifiable is the horrible sound of the wind howling, and the waves.

"Dear Sissy, I don't know if what I've written will end up in your hands, if so, please pass it on to Severus, 'They're terrible, far beyond your imagination', that kind of evil The pronunciation of the language is full of terrifying magic. I suspect that if I use this language to talk in the garden all afternoon, the leaves of the golden rose will fall. If people use this language to talk secretly in my garden every day, the Malfoy family will never again No more flowers and lawns."

The quill paused, Lucius wanted to write more clearly, but considering that these things might eventually be taken away by the Ministry of Magic, he sighed and continued to describe the group of guys who looked like dementors: "Yesterday I Found out the horrible fact that they don't have faces unless someone's Animagus are dementors! Aside from having no interest in wizard souls, they're no different than dementors, never walking but floating - of course if It's meant to scare me, use the levitation spell all day, and use it for many days, I admit it's a good joke - when they get close, the damp stone walls and iron railings will get hoarfrost, making you feel tense, Stiffness, uncontrollable fear, when I write this, I have lived this kind of life for more than half a month, I am sure that from now on, no matter how dangerous and terrible the situation is, it will be difficult to shake my will, I must say that I Not happy about it at all.”

The rainwater that leaked down the cracks in the rocks hit the crude wooden bowl, interrupting Lucius' thoughts.

He looked up at the dark corridor, it was not the time for class, only a ring spirit was floating not far away, meditating.

For nobles, this kind of environment is of course terrible, but this is Azkaban, there are no dementors hanging around the prison door three times a day, and they can get food in time, that's enough.

Many of the prisoners were half-crazed, and they didn't even remember to eat, and they groped around and licked rainwater leaks when they were desperately hungry.

The food here is thrown into the cell only once every five days, and it is all black bread that is so dry and hard that it can kill people, and it is thrown directly on the ground without a plate.The bread has sand in it so it doesn't dry out well...not really a big difference.

Not every cell has a wooden bowl. When a prisoner is insane, it is easy to destroy the items. The jailers in Azkaban will not provide the obligation to replace the utensils. Even if the cell configuration is missing, it is impossible for anyone to find them to protest.

Lucius was treated well when the Ringwraiths found him the most complete bowl, and gave him the bread with the least sand from the room where the food was stored.

The platinum aristocrat witnessed with his own eyes the Nazgul fiercely pushing the food-developing dementors, wandering around the cells of the other prisoners, and precisely exchanging them for a piece of black bread with almost no sand.

——The place where they came from must have poor conditions, otherwise how could they have this kind of skill in distinguishing bread?

Lucius thought about it stiffly, and wrote this in his diary as well.

The Platinum Noble was cautious, and although he did not teach the Ringwraiths to write in English, he used Latin when writing his diary.Fortunately, the Witch King of Angmar couldn't understand what Lucius wrote, otherwise the anger of the King of Minas Morgul was not a joke!

The Nine Rings were the best and most outstanding human beings during the Numenor dynasty. They were either royals or nobles. Don’t forget that the royal family of Numenor has elven blood, and it can be traced back to Princess Lucian and the sub-god blood.The Kingdom of Gondor only inherited less than one percent of the glory of the Norman Nor Empire, but the superior life of the Nine Rings was over since they fell into darkness.

Look at the food in Mordor, it's worse than Azkaban!

Ring spirits don't eat, but they still have the ability to identify which food is better.It is necessary to give better food to the captive humans or elves. The captives that are not killed are very important. What if they are poisoned to death by food?

"... This kind of preferential treatment is like the difference between the lowest level of hell and the second-to-last level. It is a sad and sad improvement." Lucius silently added a comment to his current life.

"They said that the food in the storage room was almost empty, and the recent bread has been getting harder and harder to swallow. I can't guess whether the war has already happened. The Ministry of Magic has not sent anyone to Azkaban for a long time..." "Boom!" The ground shook.

Lucius stopped writing in doubt.

The sound was no different from the waves crashing on the cliffs, but it seemed to have violent magic power, shaking the solid walls of Azkaban.

Lucius stood up, and he saw the Ringwraith in the corridor suddenly float away.

—something happened!

The platinum noble immediately put away the quill and ink, and the writing was no exception. He didn't know whether it was the Ministry of Magic or the Death Eaters. He would rather Voldemort hadn't won the war or controlled the Ministry of Magic.A few days ago, the Dark Mark on his arm was stinging like fire, and he felt the anger of the Dark Lord, and it was directed at him.

One of the problems that Lucius Malfoy wanted to avoid the most was the blank diary that Voldemort asked him to keep.

【……what! 】

Indistinct screams came from the wind and the waves.

Lucius became even more nervous. He was considering whether to pretend to be weak and lie in the corner. After all, besides not eating well and sleeping well recently, his appearance was too clean and tidy (wizards have a bit of an advantage, even if they are in prison, as long as they have Residual mana can also give yourself a wandless magic cleansing spell).

What happened on earth to horrify those powerful uninvited guests?

That's as absurd as a dementor screaming in terror!

There was a strong wind and heavy rain outside, and water soon appeared on the ground of the prison. The wooden bowl was also full, but there were still raindrops falling continuously, making a monotonous and dense sound.

Time passed by, and when Lucius felt his hands and feet were numb, he suddenly saw the accumulated water on the ground gradually condense, extending all the way from the corridor.

"They" are back!

Lucius still stood motionless in the dark corner, he wouldn't be careless enough to forget that the same happened when the dementor floated.

"Crack."

There was a very slight sound of ice shattering.

Lucius' breathing stopped suddenly, and he thought in horror in the darkness, how could there be footsteps?Both the Dementors and the group calling themselves "Nazgu" are floating.

"Crack, crack." The voice gradually became louder.

The first thing I saw were two groups of dark blue rays of light, magnificent in color, cold and deep.

Getting closer.

The shattered ice shards splashed out, and through the reflection, the sharp claws stabbed in steadily. The movements were slow and elegant, but full of danger and stagnant pressure.

Wait, a cat?

Lucius nearly choked on his chest with a held breath.

This is a standard black cat, or a kitten that has just been weaned not long ago, how could it appear in Azkaban?

What happened next made Lucius feel his brain and limbs stiffen together.

The black cat walked in easily through the gap between the iron bars of the prison. It stopped not far from the wooden bowl. To be honest, its body was only a circle larger than the bowl.It was such a kitten who looked at Lucius with cold eyes, then turned his head away.

The ring spirits who floated over all knelt down.

The Witch King of Angmar was at the front, his empty face under his tattered hood bowed down, and said in the dark language of Mordor: "This is the human being, he knows many things."

The black cat glanced at Lucius again, and the platinum noble was sure that it was a look of contempt.

It patted the Witch King of Angmar with its cat's paw. Through the iron railing, the scene looked weird no matter how it looked.

"Lord Sauron, he can understand us." The Ring Spirit reminded him.

The black cat suddenly turned to look at Lucius again, and then slowly approached.The stagnant dark pressure shattered the ice surface held by the cat's claws, turning into a terrifying black mist.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency... Please forgive me, I really can't tell the time here." The platinum nobleman said calmly.

He also used the Dark Language of Mordor. Every time he used this language, he felt his soul tremble along with it. It seemed that he instinctively resisted this, just like most people's reaction when they heard the snake language.

[What are those things outside? 】

This sentence that seemed to ring in his mind made Lucius startled suddenly. When he saw the pair of dark blue pupils, he immediately understood that it was this strange cat who was talking.

"Dementor." There was no such word in the Dark Language of Mordor, so Lucius had to explain it in the common language of Middle-earth, "a magical creature that sucks human souls."

[Who created them? 】

"Huh?" Lucius was at a loss.

[There is no doubt that they are dark creatures. I know that there are no gods in this world. Don't dark creatures even have a history? 】Lucius took a step back in shock from the black cat's terrifying aura, and stuck it against the wet wall, he could only bite the bullet and say: "I can only answer, the fact is like this, no one knows the origin of dementors, Likewise, no one knows how dragons, goblins, and mermaids, including wizards and Muggles, first appeared."

For those creatures that Arda didn't have, Lucius could only use English. Just as he was thinking about explaining these terms, the dense black mist suddenly condensed.

The ring spirits immediately lowered their bodies, not even raising their heads.

Lucius looked stiffly and terrified at a slender hand stretched out from the black mist, and wrapped the black cat squatting on the ground in its palm.

Immediately after the mist settled, it seemed that everything had turned into the black robe on the person who suddenly appeared in the cell.What is completely different from this terrifying atmosphere is his appearance, light silver long hair that almost hangs to the ground, and familiar dark blue pupils.

The outline far surpasses the luster of crystal and quartz, and is as perfect as the statue depicted in a distant epic, and even a faint white radiance shines out from his body.

But the evil power contained in the words of such a person is more serious than that of Nazgu, and the whole of Azkaban shook slightly. He held the young cat in his palm, and stroked the soft fur of the black cat with his fingers , but Lucius saw at a glance that the cat had turned into a stiff corpse.

Merlin must be crazy!

In Azkaban, the person who appeared strangely was holding the dead body of a cat, and he was showing an evil smile: "Can you tell me what Dumbledore, Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic are?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

Sauron: Who can understand the feeling of falling when you open your eyes and see countless imitations of the Ringwraiths and the Ringwraiths floating in the sky!Is this looking for authenticity?What about testing the Demon King?