The pitch-black night was suddenly torn apart by a streak of white light. Before its remnants had fully faded, countless black shadows seemed to skim swiftly over the churning sea, plunging headfirst into the waters ahead, shrouded by howling wind and torrential rain.
Icy rain lashed mercilessly against their faces, piercing their skin like needles. Even beneath thick waterproof cloaks, they could not block the bone-deep chill carried by the downpour. It thoroughly dampened the participants' initial excitement, yet no one complained about the dreadful weather. Before coming, they had already been warned of the predicament they would face.
At that moment, everyone riding broomsticks needed only to keep their eyes on the light ahead and follow Albert's guidance toward the legendary Azkaban.
After an unknown amount of time, just as their bodies were about to stiffen from the freezing rain, the light guiding them abruptly stopped without warning. Then a calm voice rang in their ears. "Close your eyes."
A few seconds later, a dazzling orb of light exploded in the dark sky, allowing them to see the island before them and the fortress looming above it. It was the legendary wizard prison: Azkaban.
"Watch out, the Dementors are coming!"
Albert's voice pierced through the curtain of rain and reached their ears again. It was followed by a silver-white sphere of light that suddenly flared in the darkness, spreading its brilliant radiance in all directions like an invisible shield and knocking away the Dementors rushing toward them.
Dedalus Diggle stared at the glowing sphere that continuously emitted white ripples and muttered, "Won't this draw the enemy here?"
He thought he had already been reckless enough, but Albert's actions now seemed even more reckless.
What is he trying to do, challenge all of Azkaban head-on?
Since Azkaban had become a