"Oh, so that's it..."
Dumbledore nodded lightly, and as the two walked forward only a few steps, they found themselves surrounded on all sides by a large group of Dementors flooding onto the seventh floor.
Leading them was a particularly formidable one, clad in robes of dazzling black, exuding an oppressive aura.
He stepped forward, raised his head, and asked Dumbledore, "I heard from my people that yours went to another cell privately?"
Although this Dementor could speak, his voice was unclear and barely distinguishable unless listened to carefully.
"Oh, that's indeed what happened, Eniac." Dumbledore had no intention of denying it. He looked down at Harry: "Harry, what exactly happened?"
"Well, Eniac sir," Harry tried to wear a friendly smile, "I just wanted to go out to use the bathroom. I saw that the room was empty, but after I finished, I found a dead body inside."
"A dead body?" Eniac frowned and looked at Harry.
He gestured to the two Dementors behind him.
The two Dementors floated towards Sebastian's cell and returned shortly thereafter with a leisurely drift.
After whispering among themselves, Eniac raised his head and said, "The person in that cell — Sebastian Saru, he's dead. Young sir, surely it wasn't you..."
Before he could finish, Dumbledore interrupted.
"Eniac, my student's only thirteen this year; surely you don't think he killed Mr. Saru?"
Dumbledore's blue eyes seemed to flare with anger.
Eniac and Dumbledore exchanged glances for a moment before explaining, "Oh, not at all, it's merely a coincidence — good, since there's nothing else, I think you should leave Azkaban."
With that, Eniac led the Dementors to open a path for Harry and Dumbledore to pass through.
As they walked amidst the Dementors, Dumbledore appeared utterly unafraid of them.
Harry constantly felt that the Dementors seemed to be watching him with ill intent, but he wasn't particularly concerned.
Would they dare storm Hogwarts to ambush me?
Haha, no way.
After exiting Azkaban's fortress, Dumbledore turned to Harry: "Let's head back to the school first. Leaving Azkaban is never easy; I think you should eat something first, take a shower, and then we'll look into Moffin Gaunt's memory, regarding Tom's memory."
"Okay, Professor," Harry nodded.
Upon returning to school, Harry didn't immediately go back to his dormitory but went to Newt's tent.
Newt had just finished addressing the questions of the Hufflepuff students and seemed somewhat reluctant.
Indeed, Newt was most resistant to the idea of work, having repeatedly refused Dumbledore's offer to teach at Hogwarts previously. If not for Pabi, he would never have agreed to become the professor of the Magical Creatures Protection Class.
Seeing Harry enter the tent, Newt displayed a somewhat awkward demeanor.
His social anxiety warned him against warmly greeting Harry, yet his desire to unravel the secrets of the Snake Monster urged him to latch on to Harry and pull the snake out of his wallet for thorough study.
"Professor Scamander," Harry greeted him, glancing at the notebook-holding student beside Newt, and said, "I'll head into the tent first; you can sign autographs for the students before we talk."
The students hadn't originally intended this, but with Harry's suggestion, their eyes lit up with eagerness, handing their notebooks to Newt.
Helplessly, Newt took the books and signed "Newt Scamander" flamboyantly, before almost fleeing back to the tent.
Once Newt was inside, Harry said mysteriously, "Professor, you'll never guess what magical creatures I've encountered."
Newt was about to inquire about the Snake Monster, but upon hearing "magical creatures," he instantly set aside the Snake Monster.
In his view, the magical creatures Harry encountered had to be rare species, ones not easily seen normally.
"What is it?" He asked curiously.
Harry gave Newt a smile and mysteriously took out his wallet.
"In Merlin's Secret Chamber, I encountered a legendary magical creature — can you guess, Professor Scamander, what kind might pose riddles?"
"Riddles?"
Newt was momentarily stunned and soon exhibited a look of shock.
"No, it can't be! That kind... isn't it only in legends?"
"Yes, it truly exists." Harry nodded with a grin.
"Oh my, Harry," Newt shot forward with lightning speed, eyeing Harry's wallet enviously: "You certainly have connections, not only can you get the legendary Snake Monster Slytherin kept, but even Merlin's Sphinx — it's Merlin's, right?"
"I didn't ask. At the time, I thought if I couldn't solve the riddle, it would strangle me, so I opened the wallet to let it look the Snake Monster in the eye." Harry shrugged.
"How could you do that!" Newt looked at Harry in shock: "It's a Sphinx — a type of lion, and you... you're a Gryffindor, how could you treat it like that?"