Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 183 Dementor: Bro! I'm your soldier! Don't lay a hand on me!

Dylan left the bushes.

They followed Harry and the others, heading towards the castle.

Now that Malfoy is injured, classes definitely can't continue.

If they stay here, they might encounter some danger.

The group returned to the castle in a grand procession.

The students dispersed.

Dylan read a book in his dorm room for a while.

He also feeds his pets and the other animals in the pet space that need to be fed.

Until dinner time arrived.

Only then did he arrive at the restaurant.

However, he did not see Hagrid sitting in the teachers' seat here.

Malfoy was nowhere to be seen.

Dylan felt quite sympathetic towards the tragic fate of this platinum-haired man.

Then they retrieved several pieces of fried pork cutlet, fried beef cutlet, and fried chicken cutlet.

—He suddenly had a craving for fried food today.

Before him lay fried oysters coated in amber batter, oozing a creamy white, each one infused with the salty aroma of fine sea mist.

The tempura shrimp curled up into golden-red crescents, the coral red of the shrimp meat showing through the glossy batter.

"Click"

One bite and the juices flow freely.

The sound was crisp and clear, like shattered jade.

Beside him were small potatoes covered in coarse breadcrumbs, glistening with a honeyed sheen under the light, with melted Parmesan cheese flowing from their cut surfaces.

Dylan wrapped the cheese pull around on fried cheese.

The caramel-colored crust encases mascarpone cheese, is coated with icing sugar, and sprinkled with cinnamon and vanilla seeds.

Wrap it in cheese and dip it in sauce.

The aroma is a blend of rich, savory pork chops, crisp seafood, sweet dairy products, and the distinctive charred fragrance of deep-fried foods.

Dylan took a bite.

It was so delicious that I almost flew away, and even my eyes squinted.

"Looks like I really need to recruit an elf to be my head chef. Harry said Dobby seems to be staying at Hogwarts for the time being..."

While eating.

Dylan pondered how to trick Dobby or the other sprites... he meant to recruit them.

They recruited them.

"But if possible, I would still like to get Dobby, the house-elf. He is a good cook and very strong. He can teach some of the guys I lock up in the space a lesson."

He mentioned this to Dobby last semester, but nothing came of it.

"Perhaps I should go and ask Old Man Dumbledore directly. Dobby's ability to stay at Hogwarts temporarily must be with his permission."

Feel the scalding hot juices bursting between your teeth as you bite into the crispy exterior of the fried pork cutlet.

As Dylan pondered, he unconsciously tapped the white porcelain plate with the silver knife in his hand.

"despair"

"despair"

The knife tip sliced ​​through the solidified cheese strands, pulling out a transparent sugar line.

There were many small pieces of pastry on the plate, and Dylan stared blankly at the light spots reflected on the knife blade.

"Dylan, what are you thinking about?"

Neville, sitting next to him, was drawn by the knocking sound Dylan was making.

"Hmm? It's nothing, I just think this food is pretty good," Dylan replied casually.

“Right!” Neville smiled, eating a piece of grilled pineapple that Dylan had recommended to him. “I’ve never eaten it like this at home before. The taste is really novel.”

Dylan smiled.

Wait until after dinner.

Dylan returned to his dorm room.

Now he finally had time to carefully examine the Dementors he had taken into his pet space.

When class ended, he glanced at the snake monster while feeding his pets.

The Dementors were all terrified and didn't dare to wander off, so they stayed in the spot Dylan had designated.

After entering the pet space.

Dylan spotted them immediately.

The presence of these creatures could cause panic among other beings in the space.

So Dylan designated them to stay on an isolated island in the marine ecosystem.

All the marine life stays far away from this area.

Dylan arrived near the island, hovered above the water, and looked ahead.

Above that isolated island, leaden-gray clouds resembled a soaked shroud, with tiny ice crystals floating in the thick, gloomy atmosphere.

Seven silhouettes wrapped in tattered rags meandered in mid-air, each translucent body lying in asphalt-like black mist.

Wherever you go.

The air itself condenses into frost flowers.

—This is the chilling aura unique to Dementors.

Wherever they are, there is always a chilling atmosphere.

The salty sea breeze swept over the jagged reefs, and there were even rotting woods on the island, still glowing with a bluish phosphorescence.

How do Dementors create phosphorescence?

Dylan immediately became interested.

He walked onto the island.

—Since the establishment of marine ecology.

Dylan then placed all sorts of dead creatures on the island.

The most striking feature was the dense swarm of cockroaches.

Secondly, there were some spiders and strange insects.

Then came several goblins.

There are also some Cornish elves.

The presence of the Dementors seemed to have no effect on these corpses.

—They were already dead; they had no souls at all.

Once they were turned into corpses by Dylan, they could only follow their instincts and obey his orders and arrangements.

Fortunately, these guys don't need to eat.

At best, they could only drink some of the corpse water from the lake in the center of the island.

Or rather... take a soak.

Take a bath.

They can then use this corpse fluid to restore their strength.

After the ecosystem is launched.

Because ecosystems can constantly adjust and self-circulate.

Dylan wouldn't be short of materials to make the corpse fluid grow stronger.

At fixed times and locations each day, Nobeta is tasked with catching leftover remains or other creatures.

Simply throw it into the lake in the center of the island.

Dylan observed the movements of the seven Dementors.

They look fairly healthy, but they're not very energetic.

It would occasionally drift around the corpses, trying to kiss them.

They discovered that they couldn't suck anything out of the corpses' mouths, and eventually had to give up.

The entire island appeared exceptionally eerie, whether due to the appearance of the Dementors or simply because of the lake of corpses and the presence of dead bodies.

It looks like the underworld.

It doesn't look like a place where living things should land at all.

But Dylan didn't seem to feel anything.

He raised his hand slightly.

The magic that drives away the spirit emerges.

Entangling those Dementors.

After watching Dylan land on the island.

The seven Dementors on the island visibly panicked.

Currently, they are under Dylan's control.

None of them dared to resist.

At least for now, Dylan is still a normal human wizard.

They were terrified that if they resisted, this little human wizard would become a being that terrified them.

As the Dementors drew closer.

Dylan could clearly feel the temperature around him drop again.

The chill seemed to pierce his bones.

"You're standing too close."

Dylan frowned slightly.

He seemed about to raise his wand.

The seven Dementors panicked and reacted as if they were in military training.

Take a step back immediately, then stand at ease or attention, and line up in a queue.

"Hmm, this distance is pretty good, just right." Dylan nodded in satisfaction, and slowly lowered his wand.

Call ~
The Dementors actually showed a human-like expression of relief.

Several Dementors watched Dylan cautiously.

They had no idea what this human wanted to do with them after capturing them.

They dared not ask, nor could they ask.

They could only stand silently like green recruits, lining up in formation and waiting for Dylan to speak. "Now, I'll give you names."

The seven Dementors all looked over.

Dylan returned the gaze.

He first looked at the first Dementor.

He raised his magic wand.

The Dementor was immediately terrified and shuddered.

However, Dylan's wand only spun slowly in mid-air.

Then, a mark appeared on the Dementor's cloak at its chest.

There is a number written on it.

—A.

"From now on, you'll be Little A. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The Dementor was already ready to close its eyes.

Unexpectedly, I only felt as if some kind of magical mark had appeared on my body.

It opened its empty eyes again, and a look of confusion appeared on its numb and terrifying face.

The next moment, it saw Dylan frown.

"Can't you understand human language?"

Little A paused for a moment, then shook her head and nodded repeatedly. Her hands, which seemed not to exist under her cloak, fluttered back and forth, gesturing something towards Dylan.

Dylan roughly understood what Little A wanted to express.

"I knew it! You Dementors, by all accounts, even if you can't fully understand the meaning of language, you still possess your own intelligence, don't you?"

Little A nodded again.

Dylan chuckled.

"Having been driven by the Ministry of Magic for so long, and now that you've been able to follow their orders, you should be able to understand the most basic meanings of language by now."

Dylan suddenly remembered something else.

His gaze fell on Xiao A.

The latter made him feel uneasy all over and he wanted to fly away immediately.

However, after it appeared here, it always felt as if it had entered another world.

Everything it does here has a sense of oppression, as if it is being monitored and controlled!
Moreover, they were facing a human wizard who was even stronger than a Dementor.

It wanted to run away.

But I really don't dare to run!

It feared it wouldn't be able to escape and would be caught and tortured severely.

It doesn't want to go through those things again!
However, Dylan did nothing about it.

Instead, he tilted his head back.

"hold head high!"

—This is the dragon language he automatically learned after becoming a Norwegian Ridgeback.

The gist of the question is whether the Dementor can understand his language.

The Dementor was taken aback. Although it was a little strange that it had already been asked this question before, it still nodded in confusion.

Dylan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he raised the corners of his eyes slightly.

Then, he narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and his throat trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a series of hissing sounds, accompanied by a hissing sound, flowed smoothly out.

This is snake language.

The Dementor nodded again.

This time, Dylan finally made up his mind.

It's not just the language of human wizards; Dementors can understand its meaning.

It even works with other creatures!

Dylan immediately thought of something else.

If he uses the Soul Stealing Technique on a Dementor, would he be able to directly master the language of all living beings?

Or at least, they can understand what other creatures are saying.

As for whether he can communicate with other creatures, we'll see when the time comes.

"However, the Soul Stealing Technique requires extracting the living soul of the creature, and Dementors, being non-existent, do not have a soul."

Dylan clicked his tongue and shook his head, sighing and looking regretful.

Dylan stared at the Dementor A in front of him, his gaze burning as if he wanted to pierce through the swirling fog.

Perhaps the greed surging in Dylan's eyes was simply impossible to conceal.

Little A's body trembled again.

Its withered claws quickly pointed to the letter A marked on its body by Dylan.

Wait a minute, bro!
Haven't I already become yours?

I'm Xiao A!

Dylan watched the other person's actions, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and stroked his chin.

"Seven Dementors. If I can take down one, it shouldn't be a big deal, right? If one can lead to a breakthrough in my research, I can learn from my previous mistakes when experimenting on the second Dementor and avoid actually killing it as well."

Dylan's malicious gaze darted back and forth between Little A and the second Dementor.

The second Dementor quickly pointed to its own chest.

elder brother!
Give me a name too!

He smacked his lips.

Let's put this idea on hold for now.

Dylan raised his wand again.

soon.

Little b, little c, little d, little e, little f, little g.

Dylan had already come up with names for the seven Dementors.

He had marked each Dementor with the Dark Mark.

The numbers are A, B, C, D, E, F, and G.

—After all, they were experimental subjects, and the warden he had captured specifically to torture people who might be captured later.

Dylan was too lazy to give them fancy names, so he preferred them to stay as they were—simple and easy to remember.

"Your food is the ingestion of pleasure. As beings born in despair and sorrow, how often do you need to feed?"

Dylan's gaze fell on Little A.

Dementors, as dark and evil non-living entities, need to feed on souls and happiness to sustain their existence.

After hearing Dylan's words.

After a brief silence, Xiao A suddenly raised a hand.

"A day?" Dylan looked at it suspiciously. "You're lying to me, aren't you? It's been a whole day, and I haven't seen anyone disappear."

—Don't even mention disappearing, every status is actually pretty good.

He just looks a little timid.

Upon hearing this, Xiao A immediately shook her head.

Then he raised his arm again and lowered it.

This was repeated several times.

Dylan's eyelid twitched.

It turns out they were counting.

It really is……

Unpretentious.

He counted them briefly.

It was discovered that these Dementors could maintain their presence for a surprisingly long time without consuming souls or happy memories.

Waiting for Little A to raise her hand, lower it, raise it again, raise it again, lower it again...

After repeating this thirty times, they finally stopped.

"How could he survive for a month?"

Dylan lightly touched his lips with his index finger.

"The Ministry of Magic can't possibly know when they'll be able to capture Sirius Black, so sending Dementors here to guard Hogwarts must be for a long time."

Therefore, the Ministry of Magic most likely also prepared food for these Dementors.

Otherwise, wouldn't that cause these inhuman creatures to riot?

Could this ultimately lead to the entire Hogwarts becoming their prey?
The Ministry of Magic would never do something so foolish.

—Many of their officials' children attend school here.

Therefore, Dylan estimated that the Ministry of Magic must have placed some death row inmates in custody.

Otherwise, the Dementors who were guarding Azkaban have already been sent over.

It wouldn't be difficult to bring over several more Azkaban prisoners in one go.

In any case, from the Ministry of Magic's perspective, almost none of the prisoners in Azkaban deserved to be forgiven.

They are being held inside.

They are either Death Eaters or people who have used the Unforgivable Curse.

Or perhaps a wizard who illegally uses magic to harm others.

And those who threaten world security.

—For example, Sirius Black.

He was considered Voldemort's accomplice.

And what Voldemort did goes without saying.

Let alone threatening world security.

Almost everyone in the world, including wizarding and Muggle communities!

This guy almost completely overturned everything!

He's going to turn the world upside down!

In short, most of those imprisoned in Azkaban are dark wizards.

The Ministry of Magic naturally wouldn't care whether the souls of these prisoners would be completely devoured by the Dementors.

(End of this chapter)