Chapter 72 Dementors request support, we are protected animals! (Two in one) The dark island of Azkaban is covered with jagged rocks and dark clouds. There is a gloomy wind blowing here all year round, and there is no trace of sunshine. There was no trace of green on the island except for some dead, black branches that stretched toward the sky like dead people's hands. It seemed that all life had disappeared from the island, leaving only deathly silence. But on such an island, a handsome little wizard was walking enthusiastically among the rugged rocks. As they walked, they laughed and shouted happily. "Uncle Dementor, I'm so happy to see you. Come here quickly!" This little wizard is naturally Charles. This was already the second hour since he had arrived in Azkaban. In the past hour, the happy aura he exuded had attracted more than a dozen Dementors for him.
After all, in Azkaban, not only the prisoners are miserable, but the Dementors are also miserable. All he could do was suck the pleasure out of these prisoners all day to survive. But the prisoners are about to suffer mental breakdown in Azkaban, so how can they be happy? Naturally, all the Dementors can eat are some "leftovers". If the Ministry of Magic had not tacitly allowed Dementors to "kiss" some prisoners without any identity background and directly devour their souls to fill their stomachs, I'm afraid the Dementors would have rioted long ago due to hunger. In this situation, a young, lively, energetic and happy little wizard like Charles is simply an irresistible delicacy for the Dementors. The dozen or so Dementors were hooked over by Charles without any hesitation. As for its end, there is naturally no need to say more. It made the divine magic power of the Only God Spell and the Holy Country Spell even more golden and dazzling, and also increased Charles' deduction points by more than 100,000. However, it had been quite some time since his last successful fishing trip, and Charles had never encountered any wandering Dementors again, as if they had all avoided the direction where Charles was. This made Ciel frown. "Could it be that my fishing method has been discovered?" "Oh, yes, it's quite normal. After all, Dementors are intelligent creatures. They can understand the instructions of wizards and do the job of jailers. In the seventh year of the original book, they can even serve as an interrogation team in the court." "The dozen or so Dementors I caught are not a small number in Azkaban, so it's not surprising that they were reacted to." At the same time, in the fortress in the center of Azkaban Island, Dementors gathered from all directions of the island, with as many as fifty or sixty of them. But at this moment, the Dementors, who had always been a source of fear to wizards, suddenly exuded an aura of fear. Several Dementors made gurgling noises beneath their cloaks, as if describing what they saw. They saw with their own eyes a little wizard walking around the island of Azkaban, calling out to the Dementors. But when the Dementors approach, they will be rolled up by a terrifying existence and then swallowed up! If they hadn't been so slow and didn't move over so quickly, they would have become one of the Dementors being eaten. As they described, an atmosphere of panic spread among the Dementors.
It was not until an exceptionally tall Dementor, nearly five meters tall, appeared that the rest of the Dementors calmed down. This creature, who is nearly as tall as two Dementors, is the leader of the Dementors in Azkaban. Normally, negotiations with the Ministry of Magic and assignment of tasks are all done by this leader. After hearing the descriptions of the Dementors, a gurgling sound came from under the cloak of the Dementor leader. It seems to remain calm and composed. His long experience of dealing with wizards told him that wizards had no effective means to kill Dementors. Even the Patronus Charm can only drive away Dementors. The thing that those Dementors described as being able to devour them might be some kind of special magic in the opinion of the Dementor leader. The devoured Dementors did not actually die, but were moved to another place. After all, even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have no means to eliminate them and can only cooperate with them. What can a little wizard do to them? "Don't panic, I'll help." This is what the Dementor leader conveyed to his subordinates. The Dementors also calmed down and gathered around their leader. In this area, a large number of Dementors gathered, immediately causing a thick gray fog. The gray mist was filled with a feeling of despair and coldness. This is an abnormality that will only be caused by the large-scale appearance of Dementors. In such a gray fog, the threshold for wizards to summon their patronuses will be further raised, and the coldness and despair they feel will become more intense. Even if the wizard succeeds in summoning a patronus, an ordinary single patronus will not be able to fight against such thick gray fog and will eventually dissipate. Even if one is an elite Auror of the Ministry of Magic, there is almost no chance of escape if he is surrounded by so many Dementors. This made the Dementor leader even more calm. "No matter what means the little wizard you are talking about used, since he was sent to Azkaban without any instructions, according to the agreement between us and the Ministry of Magic, we have the right to use his soul..." "A fresh soul, and one from a little wizard. How long has it been since I last had one?" Just as the Dementors were salivating at their leader's words, suddenly, a platinum light appeared in the distance. The light shone far away, and just a ray of light shone over, and the gray mist condensed by a large number of Dementors began to make a hissing sound, like concentrated sulfuric acid poured into water, starting to boil violently. An unlucky Dementor was hit by the golden light, and in an instant, half of his body was destroyed! This sudden scene stunned the Dementors, and they all looked in that direction. Amidst the blinding platinum light, a tall, indescribable figure stood on the island of Azkaban. Most of his body was covered by the platinum-gold light, but the part that was revealed alone had a breathtaking awe-inspiring power. Dancing white-gold tentacles, shapeless wriggling flesh, a human face in the middle of the flesh, and a dragon-like body extending out... It looks like an evil god, but is covered with a strong sacred magic power. It seems both contradictory and strangely harmonious!
Under this image, Charles looked at the gray fog at the central fortress of Azkaban Island and the large number of Dementors looming in the gray fog, and he felt his saliva constantly secreted. "No wonder there haven't been any fish for so long. It turns out I put the bait in the wrong place." "That's great, that's great, you guys are so thoughtful, you all get together, then I don't even have to go fishing!" The next moment, the Holy Kingdom Spell unfolded, transforming into a transparent flame wrapped around an indescribable image. The indescribable figure, with its ancient dragon body extending platinum wings from its flesh and blood, flew with a roar, approaching the direction of the central fortress. Before they even got close, the magic power from the outer layer of the Holy Kingdom Spell had already burned the Dementors, causing black smoke to billow! Fear, the fear of encountering a natural enemy, caused a series of giggling sounds. The Dementors gathered around the Dementor leader nervously. "Leader, didn't you say you would take action?" "Hurry up and take action!" "Defeat this enemy!" The Dementor leader also let out a rapid cackle as he looked at the nearly twenty-meter-tall platinum-colored indescribable being. "Should I take action?" "Deal with this thing?" "If you have any complaints about me and want to change the leader, you can just tell me directly. There's no need to be so drastic!" The rest of the Dementors clucked again. "Chief, you can't deal with this thing?" "Then what should we do?" The Dementor leader pondered for a moment and said decisively. "Call for help, call for help from the Ministry of Magic!" "Didn't they leave us a spell to ask for help? Tell them quickly and ask them to rescue the Dementors!" The next moment, the Dementors woke up from their dream, and quickly retreated into the fortress where the prisoners were held, activating the signal magic left by the Ministry of Magic for Azkaban. The Dementor leader, who was also the only high-level talent among them who could speak English, shouted into the signal magic in broken English. "Azkaban has been attacked, and the prison guards have suffered heavy casualties. Requesting support, requesting support!" "Dementors have always maintained close ties with the wizarding world. We are also part of the wizarding world. We have made contributions to Azkaban and shed blood for Azkaban. We cannot be forgotten!" "Help, help me!" Along with such shouting, a magic mark immediately flew out from the central fortress, carrying this information towards the Ministry of Magic. But when the Dementors placed all their hopes on this magic mark, expecting the Ministry of Magic to come to their support as soon as possible after receiving the mark, a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Ciel's mouth. "A magic seal for delivering messages?"
"I'm sorry, but in this magical world, no one knows marking magic better than me!" The next moment, with a wave of the mithril wand in Charles's hand, the magic mark, which was known for its speed and stability, turned into fireworks and scattered before it flew out of the sky above Azkaban. Seeing this scene, the Dementors were in despair. Charles was held up by the indescribable platinum-colored figure and came to the central fortress, overlooking the shivering Dementors. "Scream, keep screaming, and see if anyone will come to rescue you." "Isn't it time for this childish game of house to end?" Ciel licked his lips. "Be good. You should feel lucky to be a part of my spell." At this time, the Dementor leader looked at the almost invisible platinum-colored existence and took out a piece of parchment from his arms. “I never thought that I would need this one day.” Charles raised his eyebrows and secretly became alert. It has come to this, does this mean that the Dementors still have a trump card? What was that parchment, some kind of magic left behind by the Dementors? Considering how complicated the wizarding world is, it seems not impossible that strange dark creatures like Dementors possess some kind of ancient magic. Charles then became even more alert. He didn't want to be like Voldemort in the original novel, who was defeated unexpectedly despite having an absolute advantage. And the next moment, the Dementor leader read out loud the contents of the parchment. "According to the law enacted by the Society for the Protection of Humanoid Magical Creatures in the wizarding world, the Dementor population is a precious magical creature and should be protected." "However, considering the simple feelings of wizards in the vast wizarding world, this bill will not be announced to the public. However, the Dementor population can be displayed when it is under a fatal threat and declared a protected animal..." Then, the Dementor leader spoke righteously to Charles. "You heard it, we Dementors are protected animals!" "If you want to kill us all today, it will be against the law. Azkaban is not a lawless place!" "Also, we Dementors have always been a peace-loving race. We never kill people. We have been guarding Azkaban silently, imprisoning evil here, so that so many wizards don't have to worry about the threat of dark wizards." "We have made great contributions to peace and we have silently dedicated ourselves to the magic world. You can't kill us!" At this moment, the rest of the Dementors were stunned at first, and then they all nodded repeatedly, expressing their great recognition of their identity as animal protectors. There were also many Dementors clucking and gesticulating there, showing how willing they were to serve as guards of Azkaban, living in this remote area and willing to guard Azkaban under such difficult conditions. They are simply messengers of peace and model workers in the wizarding world. Killing Dementors is inhumane! Charles was stunned by what the Dementors did, and then he couldn't help grinning. The indescribable demon summoned by the One God Spell stuffed the Dementor leader and the strongest Dementors into his mouth and chewed them with a crunching sound. Visible to the naked eye, the platinum-gold light on its body became even richer and brighter. A deep blue reminder sounded in Charles' mind, and his deduction points increased by hundreds of thousands.
At this time, Charles looked at the remaining Dementors and said quietly. "From now on, you don't need to know any laws of the wizarding world, and you don't need to know any Ministry of Magic." "Azkaban is no longer a prison for prisoners, but..." Ciel waved his wand, and the sign of "Azkaban Prison" hanging on the central fortress changed into another line of words - [Azkaban Dementor Breeding Base]! Ciel looked at the Dementors and gave them a kind smile. "Of course, Azkaban is your home after all. You certainly have the right to express your opinions." "So, regarding the issue of Dementor breeding in Azkaban, are there any Dementors present who object?" After a moment, the Dementors looked at each other. The cloak of a Dementor moved, and immediately, it was pinned down by the Dementor next to it and beaten up. Then, everything was silent. Charles nodded in satisfaction. "If there is no Dementor objecting, it means it is passed unanimously." "Regarding the fact that you have become breeding objects, it is settled!" (End of this chapter)