ebonymovies Chapter 72 The Dementors request backup! We are protected animals!
Chapter 72 The Dementors request backup! We are protected animals!
Chapter 72: The Dementors Request Support – We're Protected Animals! (Two-in-One)
On the dark island of Azkaban, jagged rocks stand tall, and dark clouds loom overhead.
The wind blows gloomily here all year round, and you can never see a ray of sunshine.
Apart from some withered, dark branches that looked like dead hands reaching towards the sky, there was no green to be seen on the island. Life seemed to have vanished from the island, leaving only deathly silence.
On this very island, a handsome young wizard walked enthusiastically among the rugged rocks.
As they walked, they let out cheerful laughter and shouts.
"Dementor Uncles, I'm so happy to see you all! Come here quickly!"
This little wizard is none other than Charles.
This was already two hours after he arrived in Azkaban.
In the past hour, the joyful aura he exuded had attracted more than a dozen Dementors.
After all, in Azkaban, not only do the prisoners suffer, but the Dementors also suffer terribly.
They survive by consuming the pleasures of these prisoners all day long.
But the prisoners are on the verge of a mental breakdown in Azkaban, so what kind of happiness can they possibly have?
The Dementors can only get scraps, of course.
If the Ministry of Magic hadn't tacitly allowed Dementors to "kiss" prisoners with no identity or background and devour their souls for sustenance, the Dementors would probably have rioted long ago due to hunger.
In this situation, a young, vibrant, and cheerful wizard like Shire was an irresistible delicacy for the Dementors.
The dozen or so Dementors were lured over by Charles without the slightest hesitation.
As for its fate, it goes without saying that it fully enhanced the holy magic of the Sovereign God Mantra and the Holy Kingdom Mantra, making them shine even brighter, and also increased Xia Er's deduction points by more than 100,000.
However, quite some time has passed since his last successful fishing trip, and Shire has not encountered any more wandering Dementors, as if they have all avoided his location.
This made Charles frown.
"Has my fishing method been discovered?"
"Oh right, that's quite normal. After all, Dementors are intelligent beings, they can understand wizards' commands, they can work as jailers, and they even served as interrogators in court during the seventh year of the original story."
"The dozen or so Dementors I caught are not a small number in Azkaban, so it's not surprising that they reacted to it."
Meanwhile, in the fortress in the center of Azkaban, Dementors gathered from all directions of the island, numbering as many as fifty or sixty.
But at this moment, the Dementors, who have always been a source of fear for wizards, were unusually emanating an aura of terror.
Several Dementors were making gurgling sounds from beneath their cloaks, seemingly describing what they were seeing.
They witnessed a young wizard walking across the island of Azkaban, summoning Dementors.
But when the Dementors get close, they are swept up by a terrifying entity and devoured!
If they hadn't been so slow and hadn't passed by so quickly, they would probably be among the Dementors that have been devoured by now.
As they described it, an atmosphere of panic spread among the Dementors.
The other Dementors only calmed down when an exceptionally large Dementor, nearly five meters tall, appeared.
This creature, nearly as tall as two Dementors, is the leader of the Dementors of Azkaban.
Normally, this leader is responsible for negotiating with the Ministry of Magic and assigning tasks.
After hearing the descriptions from the Dementors, a gurgling sound came from under the Dementor leader's cloak.
It seemed to remain calm and composed.
His long experience dealing with wizards told him that wizards had no effective means to kill Dementors.
Even the Guardian Charm is only good for driving away Dementors.
The thing that the Dementors described as being able to devour them, in the Dementor leader's view, might be some kind of special magic.
The Dementors that were devoured did not actually perish; they were simply moved to another location.
After all, even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic don't have the means to destroy them and can only cooperate with them. What can a little wizard do to them?
"Don't panic, I'll take action."
This was the message the Dementor leader conveyed to his minions.
The Dementors calmed down and gathered around their leader.
In this area, a large number of Dementors gathered, immediately causing a thick gray fog.
Within the gray fog, there was only a feeling of despair and coldness.
This is an anomaly caused by a large-scale appearance of Dementors. In such a gray fog, the threshold for wizards to summon their Patronus will be further raised, and the coldness and despair they feel will become even more intense.
Even if the wizard successfully summons a guardian spirit, an ordinary single guardian spirit cannot withstand such dense gray fog and will eventually dissipate completely.
Even elite Aurors from the Ministry of Magic would have almost no chance of escape if surrounded by so many Dementors.
This made the Dementor leader even more composed.
"Regardless of what methods that little wizard you're talking about used, since he boarded Azkaban without orders, according to our agreement with the Ministry of Magic, we have the right to consume his soul..."
"A living soul, and a little wizard's at that... How long has it been since I've tasted one..."
Just as the Dementors were salivating at their leader's words, a platinum-gold light suddenly appeared in the distance.
The light shone brightly from afar. As soon as a sliver of light shone over, the gray mist formed by the numerous Dementors began to hiss and boil violently, like concentrated sulfuric acid poured into water.
An unfortunate Dementor was struck by the golden light, and in an instant, half of its body was annihilated!
This sudden scene stunned the Dementors, who all looked in that direction.
Amidst the blinding white-gold light, a tall, indescribable figure stood on the island of Azkaban.
Most of His body was covered by platinum-gold light, but even the parts that were exposed possessed a captivating and awe-inspiring power.
Dancing platinum tentacles, irregularly shaped writhing flesh, a human face in the center of the flesh, and a dragon-like body extending outwards...
Its appearance, resembling that of an evil god, is covered by a dense divine magic, creating a paradoxical yet eerily harmonious effect!
Beneath this image, as Shire gazed at the gray mist at the central fortress of Azkaban, and the numerous Dementors that appeared and disappeared within it, he felt his saliva constantly being secreted.
"No wonder I haven't caught any fish for so long, I guess I've been baiting the wrong spot."
"That's great, that's great! You guys are so thoughtful to all be gathered together. It saves me the trouble of fishing!"
The next moment, the Holy Kingdom Spell unfolded, transforming into transparent flames wrapped around the indescribable form.
That indescribable figure, with its ancient dragon body extending platinum wings from its flesh, roared and flew towards the central fortress.
Even before they got close, the magic surrounding the Holy Kingdom's spell was already scorching the Dementors, causing billowing black smoke to rise from their bodies!
Fear, the fear of encountering a natural enemy, caused a chorus of clucking sounds.
A group of Dementors uneasily gathered around the Dementor leader.
"Chief, didn't you say you would take action?"
"Hurry up and make your move!"
"Defeat this enemy!"
The Dementor leader, gazing at the nearly twenty-meter-tall, indescribable, white-gold creature, also let out a series of rapid gurgling sounds.
"Should I make a move?"
"How do we deal with this thing?"
"If you have complaints about me and want to change leaders, you can just say so. You don't have to be so ruthless!"
The remaining Dementors then let out another series of clucking sounds.
"Even you, Chief, can't handle this thing?"
"So what do we do?"
After a moment of contemplation, the Dementor leader spoke decisively.
"SOS! Call the Ministry of Magic for help!"
"Didn't they leave us a spell to call for help? Tell them quickly and ask them to come and rescue the Dementors!"
The next moment, the Dementors snapped out of their daze and hurriedly retreated into the fortress where the prisoners were held, activating the signal magic that the Ministry of Magic had left for Azkaban.
The Dementor leader, who was also the only highly intelligent person among them who could speak English, shouted at the signal magic in broken English.
"Azkaban has been attacked, with heavy casualties among the prison guards. Requesting backup! Requesting backup!"
"Dementors have always maintained close ties with the magical world. We are part of the magical world too. We have served Azkaban, we have shed blood for Azkaban, and we cannot be forgotten!"
"Help! Help me!"
Along with such a shout, a magical mark immediately whistled out from the central fortress, carrying this information toward the Ministry of Magic.
Just as the Dementors placed all their hopes on this magical mark, expecting the Ministry of Magic to arrive as soon as possible after receiving it, a mocking smile appeared on Charles's lips.
"A magical mark used for transmitting messages?"
"Excuse me, but in the entire magical world, no one understands marking magic better than me!"
The next moment, with a wave of the mithril wand in Sharl's hand, the magic mark, known for its speed and stability, turned into a shower of fireworks before it even flew out of Azkaban.
Seeing this, the Dementors were filled with despair.
Charles was lifted up by that indescribable white-gold figure and brought to the front of the central fortress, looking down at the trembling Dementors.
"Keep yelling, keep yelling, and see if anyone will come to save you."
"Shouldn't this children's game end now?"
Charles licked his lips.
"Behave yourselves. You should feel fortunate to be part of my curse."
At this moment, the Dementor leader, looking at the almost blinding white-gold presence, took out a parchment from his pocket.
"I never imagined I'd need this one day."
Charles raised an eyebrow, secretly becoming wary.
Given all this, does it mean the Dementors still have a trump card up their sleeve?
What is that parchment? Is it some kind of magic left behind by the Dementors?
Considering how deep the magical world is, it's not impossible that Dementors, these strange dark creatures, possess some kind of ancient, legendary magic.
Ciel became even more vigilant, not wanting to end up like Voldemort in the original story, having his overwhelming advantage turned into a sudden and unexpected defeat.
The next moment, the Dementor leader loudly read aloud the contents of the parchment.
"According to the legislation promulgated by the Magical Society for the Protection of Humanoid Magical Creatures, Dementors are rare magical creatures and should be protected."
"However, considering the simple sentiments of the vast majority of wizards, this bill will not be made public, but Dementor species may reveal their status as protected animals when faced with a deadly threat..."
Then, the Dementor leader addressed Ciel with righteous indignation.
"Did you hear that? We Dementors are protected animals!"
"If you were to kill us all today, that would be against the law. Azkaban is not above the law!"
"Furthermore, we Dementors have always been a peace-loving race. We never kill, and we have always silently guarded Azkaban, imprisoning evil here, so that so many wizards do not have to worry about the threat of dark wizards."
"We have made invaluable contributions to peace, and we have silently dedicated ourselves to the magical world. You cannot kill us!"
At this moment, the other Dementors were taken aback for a moment, and then they all nodded repeatedly, indicating that they fully identified with their status as protected animals.
There were also many Dementors there, gesturing and making names, showing how dedicated they were, living in this remote and impoverished place, willing to be Azkaban's guards, protecting Azkaban under such difficult conditions.
They are practically peacemakers, the hardest-working beings in the magical world; killing Dementors is inhumane!
Ciel was stunned by the Dementors' antics, then couldn't help but grin.
The indescribable demon summoned by the Sovereign God Spell stuffed the Dementor leader along with the strongest Dementors into its mouth and chewed them up with a crunching sound.
Visibly, the platinum-gold light emanating from its body had become even more intense and dazzling.
A deep blue notification sounded in Xia Er's mind, and he gained hundreds of thousands more deduction points.
At this moment, Charles looked at the remaining Dementors and said quietly.
"From now on, you don't need to know anything about the laws of the magical world, or about the Ministry of Magic."
"Azkaban is no longer a prison for holding prisoners, but rather..."
With a wave of his wand, Ciel's sign above the central fortress that read "Azkaban's Prison" changed to a different line of text—
[Azkaban Dementor Breeding Base]!
Ciel looked at the Dementors and gave them a friendly smile.
"Of course, Azkaban is your home, and you certainly have the right to express your opinions."
"So, regarding the issue of breeding Dementors in Azkaban, are there any Dementors present who object?"
A moment later, the Dementors exchanged glances.
One of the Dementors' cloaks moved slightly, and then it was pinned down and beaten up by the Dementors next to it.
Then, everything fell silent.
Charles nodded in satisfaction.
"If no Dementors object, then it's a unanimous vote."
"It's settled then that you've become livestock!"
(End of this chapter)