The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The British Ministry of Magic imprisoned the Dementors on a small island and used human intervention to control the population of this group to a limit. Within this extreme range, the dementors no longer have the desire to reproduce, and the emotions they absorb every day are only enough to satisfy their hunger.

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

Wizards all think that dementors are the guards of Azkaban. In fact, the prisoners in Azkaban are not just the dark wizards. Aren't dementors prisoners of the earth?

Moreover, keeping the dementors hungry at all times also has an advantage, that is, the hungry dementors will squeeze every new prisoner to the limit, completely eliminating the possibility of them accumulating strength to escape. Even Hagrid, a half-blood giant who was fearless, was filled with fear of Azkaban after spending a few days there, and would shudder every time he recalled it.

If it stays like this for several days, it's hard to say what kind of twisted mental state the prisoners who have been incarcerated for more than ten years will become.

If Sirius didn't know how to transform into animagus, he might have gone crazy.

After Tom described the beautiful vision of "eating" and "reproducing" to the dementors, the dementors were slightly shaken.

In front of them, there seemed to be a scene of themselves lying carefree under the dark clouds after absorbing their full emotions, and small dementors were drifting with the storm. They suddenly felt that such a life seemed very good.

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

"How... did you... do it?" The Dementors were still confused, "Want a war... with the wizards... Then... with all due respect... we... can't resist... the... patron saints of... the wizards... …”

"Of course not. I dare to say this because I am special." Tom shook his head and changed back to his human form in full view of the public.

The Dementors became commotion. They had just watched helplessly as one of their kind turned into a wizard. This simply shattered their understanding of the world.

"wizard?"

"How can it be!"

"incredible!"

Tom, who had returned to his human form, could only feel the cold wind blowing in the entire valley, and the air he inhaled seemed to be frozen, stinging his lungs.

However, it seems that because of his experience as a dementor, the negative impact of all the dementors on him was much smaller.

But Tom didn't delay too much, he changed back into the dementor again.

Dementor:!

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

There is a shortage of everything on earth except scum. Those angry scum among the seven billion people are enough to feed the Dementors. The reproduction rate of dementors will definitely not keep up with the reproduction rate of the population, so there is no need to worry about the day when there are not enough prisoners - if there is one super criminal for every million people, seven thousand people can be looted from all over the world!

"Promised Land..." The dementors suddenly had two emotions they had never had before, one was called "hope" and the other was called "expectation." They somewhat 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 several figures appearing on the hillside not far away. It was Umbridge and her men.

They arrived much later than Tom. After all, they didn't have as strong a "sense" as Tom, but the timing of their arrival was coincidental.

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

He looked at the frightened Dementors and shouted at them: "Have you seen the wizards on the hillside? They are here to punish us on behalf of the Ministry of Magic!"

When the dementors heard this, they panicked. But soon, as if they were infected, they all became quiet and looked towards where Tom was.

They want this special compatriot to give them a solution.

"As long as we unite, they are vulnerable! You defeat this group of wizards for me, and I will get a piece of paradise for you!" Tom pointed at Umbridge's group of people, "You should remember that you just succeeded in tearing them apart If you pass a patron saint, you only need to repeat this action."

"Tear it apart!" Driven by the paradise, the dementors were encouraged by Tom.

At this time, Umbridge and her party on the hillside did not realize that they were in danger.

"Finally I found it..." Umbridge took out a handkerchief embroidered with a kitten, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and let out a sigh of relief. They also found the dementors following the changes in the sky, but as wizards, their senses were much slower, so they took many wrong turns in the mountains.

Umbridge wanted to give up for a while, but the pleasure of face and revenge made her persist.

Now, her persistence is about to pay off.

"Minister, something is weird..." Auror's instinct made Brian a little uneasy. Looking at the dementors in the valley, he always felt that something was wrong.

Why are they surrounding a small dementor? Brian quickly noticed something unusual.

"Whatever!" Umbridge didn't care about this. "Anyway, they will collapse as soon as the Patronus charges."

She took out her wand and took the lead in summoning her white vanilla cat Patronus. Due to his own emotional fluctuations, this time the patron saint became more solid.

Seeing that Umbridge was ready to take action, Brian could only suppress his uneasiness and summoned his Patronus. The other people in the team followed suit and called out their patron saints.

"Charge!" Umbridge pointed her wand at the Dementors, and her white vanilla cat Patronuses came out, leading several Patronuses to rush towards the Dementors, while the rest of the wizards danced out Balls of silver mist hovered around them.

But surprisingly, the dementors did not collapse at the first touch, but immediately floated back after being bounced by the patron saint, continuing to leave scars on their patron saint.

Umbridge watched helplessly as the silver-white light brought by her Patronus was shrouded in darkness bit by bit, and was eventually swallowed up completely. There were also bursts of shrill roars in their ears, and the dementors were rushing towards them.

Brian looked at the little Dementor surrounded by many Dementors, and for some reason, one word came to his mind:

king?

How can it be? Creatures like dementors have never given birth to a king in hundreds of years! He pushed the thought out of his mind.

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