Magical Studies at Hogwarts...

Chapter 203 The Isolated Island Tower

"Call upon the gods to protect us!"

Ike raised his wand high, and a dazzling white light flashed from the tip of the wand, rippling outwards like water, sending hordes of Dementors flying.

Everyone was stunned. Many of them were unable to cast the Guardian Angel spell and had never seen such exaggerated magic.

How could a wizard who is still a minor manage to make countless Dementors flee in panic?

"What are you waiting for! Break through Azkaban!"

McNeil quickly recovered from his shock. He yelled and launched the first attack on the guards who rushed forward but were equally stunned. Graybury was the second to wake up. With a ferocious grin and a long howl, he led his werewolves in a charge.

Despite holding wands, the werewolves seemed to have no intention of using them, especially Greyback, who, after pouncing on a guard, actually opened his mouth and bit the man's face, tearing off a chunk of flesh.

"ah!!!"

The screams were piercing, but they only excited Graybury more. His hands continued to create new wounds on the man's body, and soon it was covered in blood.

Everyone instinctively avoided Greyback, even his men.

"Enough, Graybury."

After driving away the Dementors, Ike witnessed this cruel and inhuman scene. He frowned, and with a flick of his finger, sent the beastly Greyback flying.

Greyback rolled several times on the ground before standing up. Upon seeing Ike's hostile expression, he instinctively shivered and then ran towards the tower in the center of the island.

Walking over to the poor man who had been tortured by Graybury for half a day, Ike calmly looked at the mangled flesh and blood, with spurts of blood occasionally oozing from his throat, but his body was no longer moving.

With a gentle wave of the wand, a flame landed on the corpse and immediately burst into flames.

The entire island was in chaos. Faced with the fearless attacks of the werewolves and the dark wizard, the guards, who were already outnumbered, were forced to retreat and lost their lives one after another.

Fire spells, explosion spells, cutting spells, shattering spells, and even death spells and Fiendfyre spells—all sorts of magic flew wildly through the air, the vast majority striking the ground and creating a scene of carnage. The shouts of spells, the screams of the wounded, mingled with the sound of waves crashing against boulders, creating a strangely harmonious and beautiful sound.

Ike strolled leisurely toward the tower. Occasionally, spells would be accidentally fired at him, but they were all blocked by a faint silver light shield, which did not slow his pace at all.

"Little master!"

Beneath the tower, Graybury and his werewolf minions, covered in blood and panting heavily, stood by, yet they did not forget to respectfully bow to Ike.

Ike waved his hand, and the werewolves automatically stood behind him. He raised his head slightly and looked at the large wooden door in front of him, which was about three stories high.

"The unlocking spell won't work, young master," Greyback said, grinning to reveal a set of uneven teeth stained red with blood. "We haven't found the key yet, and the Explosion Charm won't work either; it's protected by powerful magic."

Ike calmly glanced at Greyback, raised his right hand, and swung his wand downwards with a sudden crash. The next instant, a loud "boom" resounded as the door collapsed, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

Greyback dodged in a panic; it was too sudden, and he had no chance to unleash his Ironclad Charm. When the dust settled, he was covered in wounds, with several pieces of wood still stuck in his body.

"Is it difficult?" Ike said casually, ignoring the ashen-faced Graybury, and loudly called McNeil over.

McNeil was in excellent condition, completely uninjured. Running to Ike's side, he immediately asked, "Little Master, what happened?"

"Go in and find those people. You should know them all, right?"

"Of course," McNeil grinned, revealing a set of uneven teeth. He then went inside first.

The environment inside the tower was extremely harsh, filled with a strange smell, a mixture of mold, stench, and decay. It was very dark, with only the torches on the walls providing a meager amount of light.

As I walked along, the cells on both sides were filled with numb people. They were either slumped on the ground or sitting listlessly against the wall, as if they had no interest in anything.

"Perhaps those Dementors just finished feeding?" McNeil whispered. "It's been a long time since I've heard of a prisoner being sentenced to a Dementor's kiss... The last one was Barty the Youngster..."

Ike remained calm and followed McNeil to the end of the stairs, then up the stairs. After about five or six floors, McNeil came out and led Ike to an iron gate.

The security here is much tighter than down below. Down below, there are only iron bars, but here there are thick iron gates with only a small opening at the top, probably to facilitate the provision of food to the prisoners.

"Bang!"

Just as they reached the door, the person behind the iron gate slammed into it, and a pair of eyes filled with madness appeared in the small opening of the door.

"Hehehehe, let's see who's here!" a female voice rang out. "McNeil, oh McNeil, long time no see."

"Long time no see, Bella," McNeil greeted casually, then said to Ike beside him, "Master, this is Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Little master? Little master!" Bella's eyes grew increasingly frantic and dangerous. She slammed the iron gate twice more, making a deafening noise.

"What have you done! McNeil! You've betrayed your master! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"Quiet! You stupid, crazy woman!" McNeil kicked the iron gate hard and shouted, "This is the master's student! The master told us to call him 'young master'! Damn it!"

"Master? Master! What happened to him? Has he come back?" Suddenly, Bella's eyes were filled with anxiety, wide open, and even a little watery.

"Master's back! He specially sent the young master to rescue you," McNeil said. "So, shut up your crazy antics, damn it!"

"Hehehehe, Master is back, Master is back..." Bella quieted down, left the iron gate, and seemed a little lost, shaking her head as she retreated back into the cell.

Ike remained calm until Bella became much more obedient, then he said, "Let them out, McNeil."

"Yes, young master."

McNeil blasted the iron door open with an explosive spell, kicking up a cloud of dust. A figure emerged, stepped out, glanced at McNeil, and then stared intently at Ike.

Ike, however, acted as if he hadn't seen Bella at all. After saying something indifferently, he walked straight to the end of the corridor. With just a slight movement of his fingers, the wall in front of him collapsed, and light shone through the thick dust.

At that moment, a calm command reached McNeil's ears...

"Let's continue..."

(End of this chapter)