A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 738 Professional Milk Mage

Five nautical miles from Azkaban's triangular prison, a black ship surfaced.

It was like a ghost ship, cutting through the wind and waves, slicing through the thin mist rising from the rolling waves.

The steel hull, painted in a granny gray, gives it a unique sense of antiquity and history, making people hesitant to approach it.

But a group of Dementors were circling in the sky like vultures, trying to attack the fat sheep that had fallen into their mouths.

I don't care if it's greasy or not, I'll eat it first!

William was naturally aware of what was happening outside the cabin, but he wasn't too surprised; it was part of his plan.

Since crafting the two flying cloaks, the Dementors I caught last time have almost been used up.

William is currently in dire need of high-level Dementor materials, okay?

This trip aboard Durmstrang's ship will allow us to come to Azkaban and seize some of the existing stock.

As for whether the British Ministry of Magic will hold them accountable?

Hmm... What does Karkaroff's misdeeds have to do with William?!

If you want to hold someone accountable, you should go to Norway.

In the past, William would have found it difficult to let Karkaroff be blamed, since Karkaroff wouldn't cooperate with his statements.

But now he's Sirius in disguise, so William can say whatever he wants, and Sirius will strike the pose he wants.

Even so, William still felt that the pot wasn't big enough or black enough.

Besides, even if they hold someone accountable, Fudge won't be in office for long; he'll have to step down soon.

War is bound to break out sooner or later, so who will care about losing a few Dementors?

This is the perfect time to capture the Dementors.

William's purpose in capturing the Dementors was certainly not simply to obtain materials; he had a far deeper purpose.

According to Voldemort's three-step strategy:

He needs to rescue the Death Eater servants imprisoned in Azkaban.

This is the most urgent matter!

However, Voldemort is still in a dormant phase and will not directly break into prison, as that would cause too much of a commotion.

He would send his men to secretly contact the Dementors and try to win them over.

Humans, complex creatures, are often opportunistic, siding with whoever wins. But Dementors, with their simpler thought processes, are much more direct and brutal:

They will help whoever allows them to reproduce happily.

Who can make them reproduce in large numbers?

Of course it's Voldemort.

William was quite certain that it was only a matter of time before the Dementors rebelled.

But it's simply unrealistic to have the Ministry of Magic expel the Dementors or have the Aurors take over Azkaban.

Fudge won't agree; he'll just think you're crazy.

Therefore, the best solution is to substitute one of our own for another, replacing the leader of the Dementors with "one of our own".

At the crucial final moment, he acted as a double agent, turning against the Death Eaters.

As someone who has been by my side for two years, the little black robe is undoubtedly a great choice.

After two years of patient training by William and Hermione, it is now very obedient.

Of course, you could also use another word... fear.

The Little Black Robe disappeared on the beach in Biarritz, France, and together with the subsequent Halloween, more than a hundred Dementors have gone missing.

The Ministry of Magic pinned all the blame on Sirius Black.

So, the story is quite simple: Little Black Robe was imprisoned by Sirius for two years before finally escaping.

Look... how much inspirational and motivational content there is.

As for whether the Dementors would believe it, the Dementors didn't have such ulterior motives.

They do have intelligence, but not to the level of a wizard.

The Ministry of Magic wouldn't care whether a missing Dementor has returned.

If the little black robe can return smoothly, it may become the leader, and the Dementor army will eventually become the Stark army.

So, what happened to the original leader?

Of course, he was captured by Durmstrang during this attack.

William took the little black-robed figure out of the safety cage, grinned, and asked, "Little black-robed figure, you're going home now. Aren't you happy? Aren't you excited?"

The little black robe has changed dramatically since two years ago.

They're somewhat like the fat and thin monks who took the Leopard Fetus Divination Pill; you can't tell them apart just by their names.

Fortunately, Dementors don't have eyes; they rely on other special methods to distinguish their own kind.

Hearing William's laughter, the little man in the black robe couldn't help but shiver.

It had been in that room for two years, and no one knew better than it how terrifying this young wizard was.

He's practically a dark demon!

Most importantly, this demon king can actually kill Dementors.

Those dozens of his companions who were burned to death were all killed by this man.

"When you get back, kill some Death Eaters if you can, otherwise just let it go."

William stared at the little man in the black robe and finally gave his instructions:

"But there's one guy named Tywin, you absolutely must give him a kiss. It's best to do it while he's in the bathroom."

Did you hear me?

The little man in black robes nodded in fear.

As the first Death Eater to encounter Tywin, William still had feelings for him.

Therefore, Professor Tywin's best end is still to die... on the toilet.

This can be considered a fulfillment of their teacher-student relationship from that year.

After the little black-robed figure quietly left, he disappeared into the deep sea.

It will not return to Azkaban immediately, but will go back a few days later.

Watching the little black robes disappear, Hermione said worriedly:

Will it betray us?

"Not in the short term. It knows we can kill it, and we have the ability to kill it. That fear is ingrained in its heart," William said confidently.

"But if it goes on for too long, things will get complicated, so we need to kill Voldemort as soon as possible."

William gently pushed open the cockpit door and walked into the first berth.

He gazed at the Dementors hovering in the sky, especially the leader of the Dementors.

He took out his magic wand and sighed, "Sending materials from afar, the gift is heavy but the sentiment is light."

"I won't stand on ceremony."

The little black-robed creature in the deep sea, though now free, still felt that William was watching it.

What? It doesn't have eyes and can't see?

No, it just knows!

Across the sea, it gazed at the group of Dementors from afar, and couldn't help but sigh:

"So young, just like I was back then."

Fearless and ignorant!

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Somewhere on the coast of Normandy, France

A huge, light blue carriage flew across the sky.

It was as big as a house, and twelve winged horses pulled it through the air. They were all silver-maned horses, each about the size of an elephant.

The carriage stopped at the shore.

A silver-haired girl, with her hair tied in a simple ponytail and wearing a gorgeous blue robe, jumped down from the carriage.

A moment later, a noblewoman also gracefully stepped down.

"Is the boat coming, Hibiscus?" Madame Maxim asked in a low voice, opening her large umbrella.

The umbrella was exceptionally large, resembling the kind of parasol an ordinary person would use on the beach.

"Not yet, but a typhoon recently passed through, which may have caused a delay."

That's what she said, but the girl's eyes also revealed worry.

"Aren't you running an Akali shop in your hidden spot in Paris? Why are you here?" Maxim asked.

"The shop is running smoothly now, and we've hired quite a few employees, so I don't need to help them for the time being," Furong said in a low voice.

"William sent me; he said he had an important task for me."

Maxim sighed.

That's what Dumbledore said when he approached her.

They're all born with a life of toil.

At that moment, another group of wizard phantoms appeared.

Clegane appeared not far away, accompanied by several Aurors.

"They're not here to arrest William, are they?" Maxim gloated.

As soon as she finished speaking, a large black ship suddenly emerged from the sea.

But no one looked at the ship; instead, they looked further into the distance.

A group of British Aurors, riding flying broomsticks, flew over the sea, seemingly chasing the ship.

Standing on the hillside, Clegane whispered:

"Back when the Dark Lord Grindelwald attacked Paris, a French Auror encountered something very unusual."

"Director, what is it?" an Auror asked.

Clegane slowly said, "When this Auror was riding his flying broomstick at an altitude of 500 meters, he noticed something flying next to his face."

He thought it was a small insect, so he quickly grabbed it.

Upon closer inspection, I was shocked: it turned out to be a German-made dung ball!

How was this Auror able to catch a flying dung ball?

Another Auror, clearly of Muggle origin, thought for a moment and explained, "After the dung ball flies high into the sky, its speed slows down, which happens to be in the same direction as the speed of the flying broom."

Thus, the French Auror and the German dung ball were in a relatively static state.

This illustrates that the material world is a unity of absolute motion and relative rest.

"Bullshit!" Clegane roared. "Do you know what the Daily Prophet in England says about it?"

"What were your comments?"

"They said, why do the Aurors of France fly in the same direction as the dung balls thrown by German wizards?!"

Clegane waved his hand and said:

"It's this group of British dogs who are constantly criticizing France, professionally criticizing France."

This is French territorial waters. Get these British Aurors out of here!

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