Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this moment, Malfoy has taken the initiative to grasp the disgusting, **** palm of the Dementor. Just a glance at it will give people goosebumps and nausea. Eight? One? Chinese Network ≤≈=≥=≈≤≈=

At this moment, a thin, dazzling tongue of flame shot out from Dumbledore's wand, like a red and hot wire wrapped around the hands they were holding.

"Then, in exchange, after I successfully fulfill the first rule, when I need it, can you and your clansmen obey my orders and obey them completely?"

"I...will." Its voice clearly could not hear any emotion, but Dumbledore, who was on the side, keenly felt a trace of anticipation.

The Dementor was trying to speed up his speech, and it hoped to reach this agreement sooner than Malfoy.

Dementor food?

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

Malfoy felt the look and winked at Dumbledore.

"Trust me." Malfoy fully guessed Dumbledore's suspicions and worries, but his worries were superfluous.

In this oath, there will be no victimized party.

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

A second tongue of flame spewed out of the wand, entwining with the first, forming a thin, red glowing chain.

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

He exhausted his strength, used Occlumency to the extreme, and tried his best to prevent the dementors from getting nourishment from him. Only in this way could he have the strength to continue fulfilling this oath.

"I do," said the Dementor.

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

"The oath is fulfilled," Dumbledore said.

"Go away, take your clansmen to where you should go.

"Malfoy's face was pale and his calf was shaking uncontrollably. Even though Occlumency tried his best to cover up his emotions, his contact with the Dementors was too deep.

The happiness that was sucked away was unavoidable, and it made him feel a little out of strength.

Dumbledore just watched the creature that should be the leader of the Dementor float away from the window. If it was usual, he would not let this creature dangle in front of his eyes, let alone fulfill the testimony oath.

"I'll give you a reasonable explanation." Malfoy took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and bit it hard, alleviating the uncomfortable feeling he had just felt because of the Dementor.

"But now your destination should be Azkaban, because soon the Dementors will strike in groups, and with the Aurors guarding them, they can't guard against some wizards who want to escape from prison."

"There's a Black, and there's a second, a third, isn't it?"

"I'll give you a satisfactory explanation." Malfoy repeated what he said earlier: "If you're not satisfied with my way after you've settled Azkaban's trivia, you can also help me. Break the contract."

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

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

He chose to believe that now he had to go to Azkaban.

It didn't take him much time to suppress the riots in Azkaban. Most of the wizards inside had lost their fighting power and were in a daze all day long. The few wizards who were still awake were defenseless in front of him. Power.

He only cast a spell to eliminate the possibility of all prisoners wanting to take this opportunity to escape.

After Dumbledore settled the Azkaban matter, he hurried to the agreed place. The student told him that everything would be understandable as long as he saw it with his own eyes.

So what did he see?

What did he see when he opened the rusted iron door with a spell that had not been used for a long time?

Hundreds of dementors crowded into this small room, the cloak pressed against the cloak, and the black cloth wrapped around the body was tangled back and forth, making the whole room a mess, and their hollow and intangible qualities allowed them to even be so cramped. can also get together in an environment.

A gap was left in the center of the room, and Dumbledore used his amazing eyesight to see the situation in 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 Patronus, destroy the dementors, rescue the Muggle, and then question his students: "Is this what you call food?"

But when he raised his wand to cast a spell, he stopped abruptly.

He saw the man smiling.

laugh?

In his long wizarding career, he had seen countless wizards and Muggles sucked out of joy and courage by Dementors, crying, regretting, fearing, and despairing.

However, he has never seen anyone laughing in the face of a dementor without a patron saint.

No, that's not just laughing.

That is intoxication.

It struck him terribly, with hundreds of dementors all around him, and if he remembered correctly, Malfoy's promise not too long ago was "high quality and endless" food.

How can a person feed these sinful creatures?

Dumbledore gradually approached, but he found that the Dementors abandoned him like nothing. These creatures have no eyes. They rely on their unique talents to find food, and use their sense of smell to absorb people's happiness. But these creatures have no eyes. Now turning a blind eye to him, an absurd conjecture emerged from his mind.

In order to verify, he stepped faster, and the robe on his body could not help shaking and rustling.

" Legilimency!" His eyes were sharp and pressing, and his eyes were fixed on the Muggle in front of him.

It is chaotic, but full of bizarre colors and intertwined scenes.

"I said, let there be light."

So a ray of light was born out of the chaos.

"I want to separate light and dark."

So light and dark are separated.

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

So time is defined.

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

An indescribable sense of strangeness flooded into his heart, and his intuition told him that he could no longer probe this person's memory, or something irreversible would happen.

Even let him be invincible!

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

Absurd conjectures were verified, but deeper reasons could not be explored.

Just when Dumbledore was about to fall into deep 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 ordinary food now. If he lost one, hunting new ones should be normal.

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

Then there was endless silence.

Until Malfoy met him earlier.

"Don't worry about the group of prisoners. Now we have to have a good talk. It's a pity that even if I saw it with my own eyes, I didn't understand everything." Dumbledore said solemnly, no longer the usual kindness.

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

"You must have guessed something, it's just a little bit lacking 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.

"Simply put, it means that he ate something special. For example, the efficacy of the Fuling agent has been amplified countless times, which can make people feel endless joy, but it does not change the effect of the user's luck."

"In Muggle society, it's called a drug."

"Drugs?" Dumbledore repeated the word seriously, chewing on the meaning, and a look of reflection flashed under his azure blue eyes.

"Well, this may be something more cruel than the most evil black magic." Malfoy nodded as he said, and with a wave of his wand, he pushed open the iron door that had been closed again.

"Why are these dementors indifferent to us? Professor?" The two then stepped into the room again. After standing still, Malfoy raised his wand and pointed at the dumbfounded dementors, throwing them at Dumbledore. out of this question.

Dumbledore took a slow breath, then spit it out heavily, his eyes deepened, and after a while of silence, he said tentatively, "Because they are full?"

"Conversations with smart people are always pleasant." Malfoy clapped his hands and admitted Dumbledore's conjecture.

The wand in his hand was suddenly clenched, and the biting chill couldn't stop pouring out of Dumbledore's heart. He devoted his life to fighting against black magic. Spicy and cruel gouging out the heart, soul-stirring soul out of the body, Avada, who symbolizes the death of the sickle, he has never been afraid.

But in just a few minutes today, everything he has seen, the medicine produced by this Muggle is enough to make him chill.

There are many ways to solve a problem. For example, in the face of dementors, there are wizards who understand the Patronus incantation, and the power brought by powerful emotions and magic can make them retreat, but in Dumbledore's memory, there are also people who have taken a different approach and chose Going the other way, some wizards tried to use happy spells to release themselves, and then hoped to offset the dementors' cannibalization of their emotions.

Of course, it turned out that his experiment failed. If the wizard nearby hadn't hurriedly used the Patronus Charm when the situation was not good, perhaps that unfortunate bastard would have become a walking dead by now.

The experiment was even featured in the Daily Prophet, and it was a wake-up call for other wizards.

Some people have thought about this similar method, and it has been proven to be ineffective, but today it has been abruptly broken, or Muggle means, how not to shock him.

"This is not a good thing." Dumbledore's voice was a little dry, and his brows were still wrinkled, as if thinking.

"As I said earlier, this is a crime in Muggle society."

"So is there a way to get rid of it?" he asked. How can people not get addicted to such an easy way to get pleasure? He asked himself, if he could get the Resurrection Stone, it wouldn't be better.

He was a little lost for a moment, and thought of his poor sister, Ariana.

"Respectable compassion." Malfoy sighed, and then said with some intriguing tone: "A man can live in darkness forever, provided he never sees the sun."

Dumbledore was silent, he fell into thinking, the wizard's way of thinking allowed him to quickly come up with a solution to this problem, just when he was about to speak, Malfoy continued: "But we are Wizards, we have the magic and magic of ordinary people, we can do things that Muggles can't do, make him forget memories, such as forgetting charms."

Dumbledore was about to nod his head in agreement, but was changed by a word.

"Is that really the case?" Malfoy said playfully, looking at the man who had fallen to the ground because he had been "hi" too much.

"Now is a good opportunity to experiment. If you can get him to quit, then I'll give up this method and satisfy your senseless pity, how about that?" Malfoy said. Even if he agrees in his heart, Malfoy still mocks his sympathy in his words.

"By the way, students outside the school can't use magic. Besides, I still sneaked out today. I don't want to be deducted by you, the principal, and your magic is much better than mine. I think it's better for you to do this experiment. But." Then he reached out and made a gesture of invitation.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, two rays of light shot out from the tip of his wand.

"Recover quickly!"

"Forget it all!"

The thin man was knocked down again the moment he woke up, and lay on the cold floor again.

"Let's go, we can wait for his drug addiction to work again, maybe this will subvert your understanding of Muggles." Malfoy seemed to guess, but in fact said with certainty.

The two quickly left the room.

After a while, the man woke up.

He looked around in confusion, as if thinking about why he was in this place, the room was empty and there was nothing.

The Dementor has been temporarily moved elsewhere, and his previous paraphernalia 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 pace back and forth in the house anxiously, sweating profusely, and the bright and bright silver moonlight was shining through. The windows poured down on the floor, but the view, which should have been relaxing, could not calm his mind.

He was inexplicably anxious, his lips were dry, and he slapped the locked door in a manic depression, but to no avail. (To be continued.)