Chapter 826

"There are Dementors in London. It seems that the number is not large, but the situation of Muggles is a little bad... At present, the Ministry of magic has sent Auror to deal with it urgently. What's more, we have to wait for Kingsley's news..."

In the fireplace, the charcoal and flame intertwined into a face, but the mouth opened and closed, and Lupin's voice came from it.

This is a way to use flyer powder. Of course, people like Maka who blow up the stove at the touch of a touch can't use it.

"... Kingsley said before he went. If the actual number of Dementors is more than the intelligence, or if the incident has a great impact on Muggle society, Scrimgeour will probably not be able to carry it to you."

At the end, Lupin paused.

"And..." he thought for a moment and asked, "look, do we want to do a favor?"

To tell the truth, as soon as Marca heard the Dementor, some words of Eun Ravenclaw flashed through her mind. When you think of the secret activities of Haier Bo, there is almost no suspense about the relationship between the two.

"Don't go - I'm not too worried about Dementors alone. After all, Muggles can't see those magical creatures. What I'm worried about is that there might be something else..."

Auror of the Ministry of magic is not fooling around!

As the black wizards in the magic world are always suppressed, Auror's selection and training have quite high standards. Just a Kingsley can expel Dementors skillfully with the patron saint curse.

Of course, those things are really difficult. If you want to really kill them, you must condense the entity patron saint.

"Anyway, I'll go and see. You don't need to take action. Especially Sirius, you keep him in mind!"

After lupin took the initiative to end the dialogue and the fire calmed down again, Maka shrugged at Professor McGonagall and them.

"Oh, I'm afraid I don't have time to sleep tonight... Sorry, don't cook the tea!"

He said, glanced out of the window, and then went straight to the office door.

"By the way, good night."

……

Old Eun mentioned that Dementors were a by-product of Haier Bo's research on the manufacture of Horcruxes.

However, although Haier Bo is really strong, he also has a deep research on the soul. But it is impossible for him to create a new life out of thin air.

Dementors, originally human.

It was only those poor people who fell into the hands of halbo that he managed to "remove" some souls representing positive emotions, so that they finally turned into ghosts.

But is this change part of the soul rule?

Maka doesn't know... All he knows is that Dementors will try to devour people's happiness, probably instinctively trying to make up for the lack of their own soul.

And finally devour part of the soul of others, is really trying to make up for their own deformity.

It is this "one-on-one" inheritance that makes the number of Dementors never increase, but always decrease with the years.

If they had not had no natural enemies, and almost never left the island where Azkaban is located, they would have disappeared in the world.

As soon as Marca came to London, she found that the temperature here was lower than before. But he just stood on the street and looked around, but he didn't see any trace of suspected Dementors.

"It does look like passing here..."

Because most of the entrances to the underground black market are concentrated on the banks of the Thames, he habitually came here to have a look. When he really found the Dementor, he was close to the northern suburbs of London.

Standing on the roof of a house, I looked up and saw the black cloak like a rag bag, the dry and slender claws, and the black and gray fog covering the whole body... I could recognize it at a glance. It was indeed a Dementor. That's right.

There are three Dementors swimming around the building opposite.

Maka stood on the roof here without interfering. Because before his arrival, two Aurors had controlled their gathered Guardian gods to rush over there.

"Turtle and... Is that jellyfish? Ocean combination?"

He was muttering to himself, but he saw that the silver white jellyfish bigger than the Dementor shook a lot of long whiskers and rushed to one of the Dementors first.

The patron saint's extremely solid positive energy has restrained Dementors very much. Before the jellyfish hit the Dementor's body, the latter had a retreat.

However, the Dementor's retreat speed was obviously not as fast as the poised jellyfish patron saint. Before he could escape, he was hit directly.

At the same time, the turtle patron saint who followed closely also attacked another Dementor from the side. Look at its clumsy appearance of sliding limbs, but its speed is like that in the sea. It sprints unexpectedly fast.

When the jellyfish hit the Dementor and fled in a hurry and turned back to chase the third, Maka knew it was almost time to finish here.

As he expected, Auror will not encounter too many problems in expelling Dementors. The problem is how to capture or eliminate these Dementors.

After observing the battle between the patron saint and the Dementor, Maka began to explore other areas. Occasionally, I met a few Dementors or Auror who cooperated in pairs, but I just didn't find some "other things" he expected.

It's a good thing not to find nature, but according to Maka's current understanding of Haier Bo, the other party will not do such obviously meaningless things.

"What is he planning?"

Hiding her form and stepping on the magic book, Maka flew quickly in the air. Kingsley's initial intelligence seemed to be correct. There were not many Dementors brought to London, and there were only a dozen from top to bottom.

"Is that Kingsley?"

As soon as she saw that there was a big black bald head on a deserted street below, Maka subconsciously looked carefully. After confirming that he was right, he went straight down the street.

"How's it going?"

"Ha?"

Maka lifted the stealth effect around him, which surprised Kingsley. Maka reached out and gently blocked the other party's suddenly stretched out wand, and an apologetic smile appeared on her face.

"Sorry, I'm a little worried..."

"Oh, it's McLean?" Kingsley looked at it calmly, and then dropped his wand to his side. "The situation is OK, better than expected... How to say? Fortunately, it was at night."

His words really spoke the voice of scrimger.

If Dementors appear in broad daylight, it's a headache... Although the relationship between the British Ministry of magic and Muggle politics is not as bad as that in the United States, if something happens, the pot that should be carried will sooner or later belong to the current Minister of magic.

"Well, and it's not in the city center," Marca echoed and continued, "what about Dementors? Are there any other accidents?"

Kingsley frowned at the words.

If this sentence comes out of someone else's mouth, he will only send one or two hands to check it at most, but it's Maka

"Is it related to the evacuation on the black market?"

This elite Auror's brain seeds have always been very good. Maka wouldn't be surprised if someone said that he was the next Minister of magic.

From his words, we can see that he knows little about halbo. Auror, who went to the black market to evacuate the wizard crowd, was not his team.

But even so, he can still make a reasonable guess.

Of course, before finding a practical basis, even Maka can't easily come to a conclusion.

"I'm not sure. It's just my guess for the time being... But in order to be cautious, you'd better ask them to be careful and look around more."

At this point, Maka stepped on the magic book and went up, nodding to Kingsley.

"It's all here. I'll search everywhere to see if I find anything. Pay more attention to yourself. If there's danger, send a signal, and I'll come right away... If it's really what I think, the danger won't be small."

"OK."

Looking at Maka in the air hiding again, Kingsley answered, but he didn't know whether Maka heard it or not.

Out of the "despicable" vigilance of halbo, Maka didn't just wander around the northern suburbs. There are already enough Aurors working here, and what he wants to guard against is some possible conspiracy.

"Bang!"

While flying over a residential area, Maka suddenly paused because he seemed to hear a slight impact.

That is, it's still late at night, otherwise he might not be able to find it.

But there are too many possibilities for just a little movement. Maka stopped in the air and waited for a few seconds. When the crash sounded a second time, he decided to go down and find out.

This is a very ordinary residential street, with families on both sides. The house is not big, but at least it is a single family, which is very good for some Muggles living in apartment buildings.

The sound Maka heard came from one of the seemingly ordinary houses.

"Bang -"

There was another crash. Maka, who had fallen to the ground, could even feel the slight vibration of the ground. Seeing that several residents around had turned on the lights, I obviously found that there was an unusual movement.

He first waved his hand, separated the sound from the surroundings with a silencing spell, and then walked quickly to the window of the house.

The curtains on the first floor were open, but there was no light in the room. When you look inside close to the window, you can only see a dark living room.

At this time, the sound, accompanied by a slight tremor, once again passed by Maka's ear.

"Bang!"