Chapter 73 What if I kill you? The strongest dark lord in history! (Two in one) The Dementors trembled as they looked at Charles who announced that he had turned them into breeding objects, their eyes filled with fear and despair. In the wizarding world, wizards have always been afraid of them. Even the most vicious Death Eaters, didn't they all tremble at the thought of facing the Dementors in Azkaban? But the Charles who appeared today looked at the Dementors as if they were food. That indescribable white-gold figure eats Dementors as if they were buns! This fear, more than the Ministry of Magic or Voldemort's orders, made the Dementors, who had no loyalty at all, submit. Feeling the Dementors' gazes on him, Charles remained calm. He looked at the fortress called Azkaban and walked into it. "Come on, let me see what's in here." The Dementors surrounded Charles as if he were a king. When Charles' footsteps sounded in Azkaban, the numb and desperate prisoners in the cells turned their heads, and a glimmer of light appeared in their cloudy eyes.
The sound of human footsteps, which is not common in Azkaban. Generally speaking, tasks like delivering meals are done by Dementors, and Ministry of Magic employees will not easily enter Azkaban. It is normal for no one to come in for several months or even a whole year. But once someone comes in, it’s usually a special situation. For example, some high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic may come in to visit their family and relatives, or a very small number of prisoners may be pardoned. Whether it is the former or the latter, it is a glimmer of hope for the prisoners who have become numb and desperate. Therefore, when Charles walked past the cages, the prisoners leaned on the bars and pleaded with him. "Are you here to free me?" "I have money, I have money, I know where a treasure is buried, I am willing to give it all away!" "I have a distant relative who is an official in the Ministry of Magic, sir. Perhaps you two are colleagues. For this reason, please say a few words to me and pardon me!" Charles watched the prisoners' performance calmly and frowned slightly. Of course, not out of sympathy or any compassion. After all, 99% of those who were arrested and sent to Azkaban had committed serious illegal acts, and more than half of them were dark wizards. They deserved to be imprisoned here. Even if it was an innocent person, like Sirius Black... What the hell does that have to do with Charles? What made Charles frown was the state of these prisoners. "How much happiness can be produced from this state of numbness and despair?" "The Dementors in Azkaban really don't understand the principle of sustainable development. They just want to drain the pond to catch fish." He turned to the Dementor leader whom he had temporarily decided on.
"You need to change your attitude and the way you treat prisoners in the future." "If you keep them so desperate, how do you get enough to eat?" "If you don't have enough to eat, won't the output of our Dementor breeding base be greatly affected?" When the Dementor leader heard what Ciel said, he looked thoughtful. That seems to be the case. If the prisoner is always so desperate, it really won't produce any happy emotions. But how to change it? As if Charles saw through its confusion, he said quietly. "Just like raising dairy cows on a human farm, we need to feed them well, give them good water, and let them sleep well, so that they are in a good mood." "This way, we can squeeze out enough milk every once in a while." "You can also try not to squeeze them every day. You can stay away from this fortress and let their tense nerves rest." "Or ask them if there is anything they can't let go of, and find out the news. This way, their desire for life will be stimulated, and they will no longer be numb and desperate, and they will naturally be able to produce more happiness and hope." "Also, in order to keep their spirits strong, competition is necessary. We can introduce competition and a last-place elimination mechanism among them." "Just give them some activities. The prisoners at the front of the line can get good food and drink, get news from the outside world, and even have their wishes fulfilled to a certain extent." "Those prisoners who are at the end of the line for several consecutive times will receive the Dementor's Kiss." "As a result, intrigue and competition were born in Azkaban. Competition is the driving force." "Every time a prisoner escapes death and feels ecstasy, or is rewarded, it will become your food..." "Wouldn't it be possible for you to obtain much more nutrients this way than simply keeping them locked up like this?" Instantly, the Dementors let out a series of cackling noises from beneath their cloaks, and looked at Ciel with a feeling of immense adoration and admiration. Indeed, if we do as Charles said, these prisoners in Azkaban will be able to provide much more happiness and hope than before! The prisoners who heard this felt a chill all over their bodies and looked at Charles with hatred. "demon!" "Are you going to use us as playthings for the Dementors?" "Feeding us to the Dementors? What is your purpose?!" Several dark wizards could no longer suppress their anger and started cursing, with all kinds of obscenities pouring out. But the next moment, the cell became quiet. Because as Charles waved his wand, a series of thorns grew out of the ground and pierced through the black wizards who were cursing so harshly. With a flick of his hand, Charles threw the bloody dark wizards into the middle of the Dementors. "They are yours now."
Following Ciel's orders, the Dementors were overjoyed. Being able to eat several souls at once was something I never dared to imagine before! It seems that having a lawless and ruthless master is not necessarily a bad thing! When these dark wizards were greedily "kissed" by the Dementors, all that were left were their zombie-like bodies. Charles waved his wand again, and a light fell, burning the bodies into ashes. At this moment, Charles breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the dark wizards who were silent as a mouse, and the Azkaban cell that had finally quieted down. "Good, it's finally quiet." "Then we will follow this rule from now on. Any objections?" Ordinary dark wizards trembled. Just like the group of dark wizards in Knockturn Alley, they have always been very aware of the times. Seeing that Charles was not someone to be trifled with, no one dared to speak out against it. What's more, they changed their minds and realized that according to Charles's method, although those who were eliminated at the last place would be miserable, the lives of the remaining people would be much better than before. If you can even rank ahead in the competition, life can even be said to be quite comfortable! I probably won't survive many years in Azkaban anyway, so it might as well be like this! It was just that the ordinary dark wizards remained silent, but there were a few troublemakers deep in the cell who didn't seem to approve of Charles. A tall, thin, handsome man with black hair, grey eyes, and an indelible air of arrogance sneered. "what is this?" "Threat, intimidation?" "Little devil, the killing and death I have seen are beyond your imagination." "Voldemort can't scare me, and neither can you." The Dementors began to stir, as if they wanted to give the man a deep kiss to shut his mouth forever. But Ciel waved his hand to stop the Dementors' actions. He looked at the man with interest. With this appearance, coupled with being imprisoned deep in the cell, this is where senior Death Eaters are imprisoned. "Sirius Black?" Ciel asked curiously. The man showed a hint of surprise, as if he didn't expect Charles to call out his name. "Who are you?" "Do you know me?" Without answering the man's question, Ciel raised an eyebrow. He remembered Sirius Black, a popular character in the original novel.
After being imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, he escaped from prison after seeing the news about Harry Potter and Peter Pettigrew, and went on to protect Harry and punish the murderer without hesitation. This character and persistence are truly valuable. "That should produce a lot of happiness and hope, right? Excellent food for Dementors." Charles smiled and said faintly. "Not only do I know you, I also know the truth of what happened back then." "The Fidelius Curse was broken, and the secret keeper revealed the secret. Actually, the secret keeper was not you, but Peter Pettigrew..." "right?" Sirius Black's eyes widened, as if he had never expected that Charles could reveal the truth of what happened that year. Not only that, Ciel looked at him and continued. "Do you want to know how Harry Potter is doing now? Tsk tsk, he has lived such a miserable life for the past eleven years, living under someone else's roof, in a closet, wearing other people's rags. Do you want to know?" "besides……" "Don't you want to know what happened to Peter Pettigrew in the past eleven years?" Sirius Black threw himself against the railing and let out a furious roar. "What did you say?!" "Harry Potter was abused?" "Peter Pettigrew is still alive?" "Tell me all about it!" Charles sneered. "Want to know? Then try your best to survive, contribute more happiness and hope, and when you have collected enough wishes, I will grant you one." "But now, you must first be punished for your previous transgression." The next moment, Ciel waved his hand and Sirius Black flew out of the cell. The Dementors surrounded him, swallowing the hope and anger that suddenly became strong in him. It was not until Sirius Black looked dazed, almost demented, but with a trace of tenacity still left on his face, that Ciel called a halt and threw Sirius back into the cell. "Take good care of him. His tenacity will be a great help in the breeding of Dementors." "There aren't many wizards of this level who are so tenacious." Witnessing the way Ciel beheaded Sirius, even the senior Death Eaters deep inside the cell fell silent, looking at Ciel with fear in their eyes. It was hard for them to imagine how a little wizard could possess such powerful strength and yet have such a heart of stone. It's like under the appearance of a little wizard, there is a profit-seeking adult? But all the other senior Death Eaters kept their mouths shut, except for one crazy woman who was still staring at Charles with her eyes that were like bulging light bulbs and making bursts of strange laughter. "I won't play any of your bullshit tricks. Your tricks can't scare me."
"You can't do anything to me, and you don't dare to do anything to me!" "No one in the wizarding world dares to touch me, not even the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. They put me in Azkaban, but look, who dares to touch me?!" The crazy woman excitedly pulled down her sleeves, revealing the dark mark on her arm, her eyes filled with morbid obsession and madness. "Everyone knows that I belong to the master." "The master will come back one day, and I will bathe in his glory. Who of you dares to touch me?!" "The master will not let anyone who hurts me go!" Charles looked at the crazy woman and called out her name. "Bella Lestrange?" "Voldemort's most insane follower, rumor has it she's also Voldemort's woman?" Bella Lestrange first chuckled, as if she was happy that Ciel said she was Voldemort's woman. Then she scolded Charles again. "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak the master's name?" "Do you know that the master is..." Before she could finish her words, Ciel waved his wand and Bella Lestrange floated up. She was still laughing at this moment, as if she was certain that Charles would be like those angry Aurors and would not dare to touch her. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of the Dark Lord who could return at any time? "You won't kill me, you can't kill me, and you don't dare to kill me!" Faced with her firm and crazy words, Charles sighed helplessly. Yes, Bella Lestrange, the backbone of the Death Eaters, is also related to many subsequent plots. If she is killed, the subsequent plots will be in chaos... "so what?" Ciel whispered. "No one is unkillable. The world will continue to function just the same without anyone." "Plot? Destiny? It's messed up." "I've already used cheats, but I still have to rely on the plot. Isn't that too embarrassing?" Ciel's whispers made Bella Lestrange look puzzled. "what are you saying?" "Why don't you put me down now?!" The next moment, Charles smiled. "If you didn't hear clearly, I'll tell you again."
"What I just said is that you are going to die, and even Voldemort can't save you." Immediately, Charles waved his wand decisively. Bella Lestrange, the notorious Death Eater and the backbone of Voldemort's future comeback, had her neck cracked with a clear sound. She was cured permanently of her madness, with medicine prescribed by Charles himself. Then, Ciel's eyes swept over the other senior Death Eaters who had terrified faces. "Now, there shouldn't be anyone impatient to come out and say anything, right?" At this moment, even the craziest and most senior Death Eaters lowered their heads to show their submission and obedience. Ciel waved his wand again. "Since you have recognized yourselves as members of the Azkaban Dementor Breeding Base, your previous identification numbers are no longer valid." "Everything in the past is an illusion. From now on, just focus on raising Dementors." As he waved his wand, in front of the horrified gazes of the Azkaban prisoners and Dementors, the Dark Mark on the Death Eaters' wrists faded into nothing! The Dark Mark that has left the entire wizarding world helpless and difficult to wash off is so easy to erase for Ciel, who has reached the pinnacle of marking magic! And after replacing the Dark Mark, one after another, marks unique to Charles were branded on all the prisoners. After doing all this, Charles walked out of the Azkaban cell. Behind Charles, the prisoners who had just reacted all gasped. The Death Eaters were even more shocked as they watched the Dark Mark disappear from their bodies and be replaced by a new one. "He, what did he do?" "He erased the mark of his master, no, the Dark Lord, You-Know-Who?" "Who the hell is he?!" A senior Death Eater swallowed with a gulp, a look of awe in his eyes. "I don't know who he is. I only know that he can do such a thing at the age of a little wizard..." "Perhaps, what we witnessed today is the birth of the most powerful Dark Lord in history!" Today I updated 12,000 chapters, which means I have completed the chapter I owed yesterday and today's 10,000 chapters. I am not feeling well, so I cannot update any more chapters. Thank you all for your support. (End of this chapter)