Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 105: More terrifying than magic…

At this moment, Malfoy has taken the initiative to hold the disgusting, nasty palm of the Dementor. Just looking at it will make people get goosebumps and feel nauseous. Eight? One? Chinese? Wenwang ≤≈=≥=≈≤≈=

At this time, a thin, dazzling tongue of fire sprayed out of Dumbledore's wand, like a red and hot wire wrapped around the hands they were holding.

"So, in exchange, after I succeeded in doing the first, when I need it, can you and your people obey my orders and obey them completely?"

"I...I am willing." Its voice clearly couldn't hear any emotion, but Dumbledore who was on the side felt a keen expectation.

The Dementor is trying to speed up his speech, and he wants to reach this agreement sooner than Malfoy.

Food for dementors?

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Malfoy. He would never let these dementors harm Muggles or ordinary wizards. If they were not restrained, this would be another disaster.

Malfoy felt the look, so he blinked at Dumbledore.

"Please trust me." Malfoy fully guessed Dumbledore's doubts and worries, but his worries were unnecessary.

In this pledge, there will be no victimized party.

Except for Death Eaters who will face an army of dementors in the future.

The second tongue of fire spurted out of the wand, and entangled with the first, forming a thin, red light chain.

"The last one, I wish us a happy cooperation." Malfoy said blankly.

He exhausted his full strength and used Occlumency to the extreme, trying to prevent the Dementor from getting nourishment from him. Only in this way can he give himself the strength to continue to fulfill this oath.

"I do." The dementor said.

The last tongue of fire spurted out of Dumbledore’s wand suddenly, intertwined with the previous two, and wrapped tightly around the two hands they held together, like a rope, like a fire-breathing snake .

"The oath is fulfilled." Dumbledore said.

"Go away, take your people to where you should go." Malfoy's face was pale, his calves trembling, even though Occlumency tried to hide his emotions, but His contact with the Dementor was too deep.

The joy of being sucked away is inevitable, and it makes him feel somewhat relieved.

Dumbledore just watched the creature that should be the leader of the dementor float away from the window. If it were the usual, he would not let this creature dangle in front of his eyes, let alone complete the testimony. Sworn.

"I'll give you a reasonable explanation." Malfoy took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and bit it hard, alleviating the uncomfortable mood of the dementor.

"But now your place should be Azkaban, because soon the dementors will go on strike collectively. With the Auror guarding, you can't prevent some wizards who want to escape from prison. "

"If there is one black, there will be a second and a third, right?"

"I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Malfoy repeated his previous words again: "If you are not satisfied with my approach after you have solved Azkaban's trivial matters, you too You can break the contract for me."

"After all, you didn't make an oath with those dementors, did you?"

Dumbledore took a deep look at Malfoy, did not speak, his body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared into the void.

He chose to believe that now he has to rush to Azkaban.

Suppressing Azkaban’s riots didn’t take him too much time. Most of the wizards in it had lost their fighting power and were utterly unconscious all day long. A few wizards who were still awake were also in front of him. There is no resistance.

He only cast a spell, which eliminated all prisoners who wanted to take this opportunity to escape from prison.

After Dumbledore settled Azkaban's matter, he hurried to the agreed place. The student told him that everything he could understand as long as he saw it with his own eyes.

So, what did he see?

When he used a spell to open the iron door that was rusty because it hadn't been used for a long time, what did he see?

Hundreds of dementors crowded in this small room. The cloak was pressed against the cloak, and the black cloth covering the body was twisted back and forth, making the whole room a mess. The hollowness and shapelessness allowed them to In such a cramped environment, it is possible to get together.

A gap was left in the center of the room. Dumbledore used his amazing eyes to see the gap.

There was a person sitting there, who should be an ordinary Muggle, and Dumbledore didn't feel any magic in him.

Dumbledore’s first reaction was to summon his patron saint, destroy the group of dementors, rescue the Muggle, and then question his students: "This is what you call food?"

But when he raised his wand to cast a spell, he paused suddenly.

He saw this man laughing.

Laugh?

In his long career as a wizard, he has seen countless wizards and Muggles after being sucked up by dementors of happiness and courage. There are crying, regret, fear, and despair.

But he has never seen anyone laugh at a dementor without a patron saint.

No, it's more than just a smile.

That is intoxication.

It made him feel extremely abnormal, and hundreds of dementors surrounded him. If he remembers correctly, Malfoy's promise not long ago was "high quality and endless" food.

How can a person feed these evil creatures?

Dumbledore gradually approached, but it was discovered that the dementors had abandoned him like a shoe. These creatures had no eyes. They relied on their own unique talents to find food. They used their sense of smell and smell to ingest human happiness, but These creatures turned a blind eye to him now, and an absurd conjecture emerged from his mind.

In order to verify, he moved faster, and the robe on his body couldn't help shaking and rustling.

"Despite the mind!" His eyes were sharp and compelling, and he looked at the Muggle in front of him tightly.

A chaos, but full of weird colors and intertwined sceneries.

"I said, there must be light."

So a light was born in the chaos.

"I want to separate light and dark."

So the light and the dark are separated.

"Light is day, and darkness is night. There is evening, and there is morning. This is the first day."

So time is defined.

............

An unspeakable sense of weirdness flooded his mind, and his instinct told him that he could no longer explore this person's memory, otherwise something irreversible would happen.

Even let him be overwhelmed!

He immediately stopped casting the spell, withdrew from the person's mind, and chose to wait.

The absurd conjecture has been verified, but the deeper reasons cannot be explored.

Just as Dumbledore was about to sink into thought, the man suddenly fell straight and lay on the floor, losing his consciousness.

Dumbledore did not summon his patron saint. In the eyes of the dementors, he should be no different from the usual food. Losing one food, hunting for a new one should be ordinary.

However, the intended attack did not come, and the dementors stood motionless, as if they had been cast by a holding spell.

After that, there was endless silence.

Until Malfoy's meeting with him.

"Don’t worry about that group of prisoners. Now we have to talk about it. Unfortunately, even if I saw it with my own eyes, I didn’t understand everything." Dumbledore said solemnly, never going back to the usual Kind appearance.

"I need your own explanation." Dumbledore's blue eyes were piercing, staring at Malfoy closely.

"You must have guessed something, but there is a lack of conditions to connect the clues, right?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Actually, this is just an illegal act in Muggle society." Malfoy shrugged and said lightly.

"I don't understand." Dumbledore still shook his head.

"To put it simply, he ate something special. For example, the effect of the blessing potion has been magnified countless times, which can make people feel endless joy, but it does not change the luck of the user. Effect."

"In Muggle society, this kind of thing is called a drug."

"Drugs?" Dumbledore repeated the word earnestly, chewing on the meaning, and the azure blue eyes flashed with a spirit of thinking.

"Well, this may be something more cruel than the most evil black magic." Malfoy nodded as he said, waved his wand, and pushed open the closed iron door again.

"Why are these dementors indifferent to us? Professor?" Then the two of them stepped into the room again. After standing still, Malfoy raised his wand and pointed at the dumb dementors to Deng. Blido raised this question.

Dumbledore took a slow breath, then exhaled heavily, his eyes darkened, and he was silent for a while before tentatively speaking: "Because they are full?"

"Dialogues with smart people are always so pleasant." Malfoy clapped his hands, acknowledging Dumbledore's conjecture.

The wand in his hand was suddenly tightened, and a biting chill came out of Dumbledore’s heart. He devoted his life to the fight against the dark magic. He had never feared the life of Avadaso, who had been cruelly pierced through the heart, the soul was out of his body, and symbolized the death of the sickle of the **** of death.

But in these short few minutes today, everything he has seen, the medicine produced by this Muggle is enough to make him cold all over his body.

There are many ways to solve a problem. For example, in the face of a dementor, there is a wizard who understands the patron saint curse, and the powerful emotions and magic power can make him retreat, but there are also people in Dumbledore’s memory. Taking a different path and choosing another path, a wizard tried to release himself with a happy spell, and then hoped that this would offset the dementor's emotional cannibalization.

Of course, it turns out that his experiment failed. If the wizard beside him hurriedly used the patron saint curse when he saw the situation was bad, maybe the hapless guy had become a walking dead now.

This experiment even appeared in the "Daily Prophet", which also sounded a wake-up call for other wizards.

This similar method has already been thought of, and it has been proven to be ineffective, but today it has been broken abruptly. It is still using Muggle methods. How can it not shock him.

"This is not a good thing, right." Dumbledore's voice was dry, his brows still frowned, as if thinking.

"As I said just now, this behavior is considered a crime in Muggle society."

"So is there a way to quit?" He asked, how can such an easy way to get pleasure makes people not addicted to it? He asked himself if he could get the resurrection stone, he would not do better.

He suddenly felt a little lost, and then thought of his poor sister, Ariana.

"Respectable compassion." Malfoy sighed, and then said in a thought-provoking tone: "A person can live in darkness forever, provided that he has never seen the sun."

Dumbledore was silent. He fell into thinking. The wizard's way of thinking made him quickly and easily come up with a way to solve this problem. Just when he was about to speak, Malfoy continued: " But we are wizards. We have magical powers and magics that are almost ordinary people. We can do things that Muggles can't do and make him forget his memories, such as the forgetting curse."

Dumbledore just wanted to nod in agreement, but was changed by a sentence.

"Is that really the case?" Malfoy said playfully, looking at the man who fell to the ground because he had gone too far.

"Now is a good opportunity for experimentation. If you can make him quit, then I will give up this method and satisfy your needless compassion, how about?" Malfoy said. Even though he agrees with it in his heart, Malfoy still ridicules his sympathy in the words.

"By the way, students outside the school can't use magic. What's more, I still sneaked out today. I don't want to be deducted by the principal, and your magic is much better than mine. I think this experiment is yours. It couldn't be better." Then he reached out his hand and made a please gesture.

Dumbledore did not hesitate, as he waved his hand, the tip of his wand shot out two rays of light.

"Recover quickly!"

"Forget it all!"

The skinny man was knocked down the moment he woke up~IndoMTL.com~ again lying on the cold floor.

"Let's go, we can wait for his drug addiction to do it again, maybe this can subvert your understanding of Muggles." Malfoy seemed to be guessing, but in fact he said surely.

The two left the room quickly.

After a while, the man woke up.

He looked at the surroundings in confusion, as if wondering why he was in this place. The room was empty and there was nothing.

The Dementor has been temporarily rushed elsewhere, and his previous equipment such as needles and medicines have also been received elsewhere.

A sense of emptiness suddenly hit his heart. He didn't know what he should do or what he could do now. He began to walk anxiously around the house, his body was sweating, and his body was bright and bright and silvery moonlight. It was pouring down on the floor through the window, but this beautiful scenery that would have allowed people to relax could not calm his mind.

He was inexplicably anxious, his lips were dry, and he slapped the locked door, but it didn't work. (To be continued.)