v3 Chapter 103： king?

The British Ministry of Magic imprisoned the dementors on an island, and controlled the number of this tribe to a limit by human intervention. Within this limit, dementors no longer have the desire to reproduce, and the emotions they absorb every day are only enough to feed their stomachs.

The most primitive desire of a group is to reproduce, and the wizard has successfully suppressed the desire to reproduce of the dementors, which is a terrible method. I am afraid that from the perspective of the dementors, wizards are the most terrifying dark creatures.

Wizards think that Dementors are Azkaban's guards, but in fact, Azkaban's prisoners are not just those dark wizards. Isn't the Dementor not a prisoner who draws the ground as a prison?

And keeping the dementors hungry all the time also has the advantage that the hungry dementors will squeeze every new prisoner to the limit, completely eliminating the possibility of them saving up to escape. Even a half-blood giant like Hagrid, who was not afraid of the sky and earth, was full of fear in Azkaban after a few days there, and shuddered every time he recalled it.

It's been like this for a few days, and it's even harder to say what the mental state of the prisoners who have been detained for more than ten years will be like.

If Sirius hadn't transformed into Animagus, he would have gone mad long ago.

The dementors swayed slightly after Tom described their beautiful vision of "feeding" and "breeding".

In front of them, they seemed to be lying carefree under the dark clouds after drinking their full emotions, and the small dementors were drifting along with the storm. They suddenly felt that this kind of life seemed very good.

"Follow me and I will lead you to 'food' and 'reproduction'!" Tom opened his arms and roared at all the dementors.

"You...how...did you?" The Dementors were still confused, "Go to war with the wizards...then...with all due respect...we...we...can't defend against...the wizards'...patrons... …”

"Of course not, I dare say that because I'm special," Tom shook his head, turning back into a human form in full view.

The dementors were in a commotion, and they had just watched one of their kind turned into wizards. This simply shattered their perception of the world.

"wizard?"

"how is this possible!"

"incredible!"

Tom, who changed back into human form, only felt a gloomy wind blowing in the whole valley, and the air he inhaled seemed to freeze, and his stabbed lungs hurt.

But it seems that because of the experience of becoming a dementor, the negative impact of all dementors on him is much less.

But Tom did not delay too much, and he changed back to the dementor again.

Dementor: !

"I can transform into a wizard. I have learned about the operation of the wizarding society. I am confident that I will get a piece of paradise for us to survive from their hands." Tom is still very confident in this point.

There is no shortage of everything on the earth, that is, there is no shortage of scum. Those scumbags among the seven billion people are enough to feed the Dementors. The reproduction rate of Dementors must not keep up with the reproduction rate of the population, so there is no need to worry that there will be insufficient prisoners one day - one super criminal out of every million people, the whole world can loot 7,000 people!

"Prosperity..." The Dementors suddenly had two emotions they had never had before, one named "Hope" and the other "Expectation". Some of them want to see what the legendary paradise looks like.

At this time, some dementors on the edge of the valley became confused. Tom looked there and saw a few figures on the hillside not far away, it was Umbridge and her subordinates.

They came a lot later than Tom, after all, they didn't have as much "feel" as Tom, but they came at a good time.

"It's just right..." Tom sighed, "It's like fate!"

He looked at the terrified Dementors and shouted at them, "Have you seen the wizards on the hillside? They're punishing us on behalf of the Ministry of Magic!"

When the Dementors heard this, they panicked. But soon, as if infected, they all quieted down and looked at where Tom was.

They want this special compatriot to give them a solution.

"As long as we are united, they are vulnerable! You crushed this group of wizards for me, and I got a piece of paradise for you!" Tom pointed to the group of Umbridge, "you should remember that you just successfully tore apart Once you have a Patronus, you just need to repeat this action."

"Tear up!" Driven by the land, the dementors were agitated by Tom.

At this time, Umbridge and his party on the hillside hadn't realized that they were in danger.

"I finally found it..." Umbridge took out a handkerchief embroidered with a kitten, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and let out a long breath. They were also the dementors they found following the changes in the sky, but as wizards, their senses were much duller, so a few of them wandered around in this mountain range and walked a lot of wrong paths.

At one point Umbridge wanted to give up, but the face and the thrill of revenge kept her going.

Now, her persistence will pay off.

"Minister, it's a little weird..." The Auror's instinct made Brian a little uneasy. He looked at the dementors in the valley and always felt that something was wrong.

Why are they surrounded by a small Dementor? Brian quickly noticed the anomaly.

"Never mind!" Umbridge didn't care about that. "Anyway, the Patronus will break up as soon as the Patronus hits them."

She drew her wand and summoned her own white vanilla cat patron saint in the lead. Due to his emotional fluctuations, the patron saint this time is more solid.

Seeing that Umbridge was ready to act, Brian could only suppress his unease and summoned his Patronus. Others in the team followed suit and called out their Patronus.

"Rush!" Umbridge's wand pointed at the dementors his own white vanilla cat patron saint came out more and more, leading several patron saints to rush towards the dementors, and the rest The wizards danced out a cloud of silver mist, lingering around them.

But unexpectedly, the Dementors did not collapse at the touch, but floated back immediately after being shot by the Patronus, continuing to leave scars on their Patronus.

Umbridge watched helplessly as the silver-white light brought by his Patronus was gradually shrouded in darkness, and finally completely swallowed. There were also shrill roars in the ears, and the dementors were rushing towards them.

Brian looked at the small dementor surrounded by many dementors. For some reason, a word came to his mind:

king?

how is this possible? Dementors have never had a king in hundreds of years! He pushed the thought out of his mind.

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