Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

At this moment, Malfoy had taken the initiative to hold the disgusting palm of the Dementor. Just looking at it would make people get goosebumps and nausea.Eight? One? Chinese? Network ≤≈=≥=≈≤≈=

At this moment, a thin, dazzling tongue of fire sprayed from Dumbledore's wand, like a red and hot wire wrapped around the two hands they held.

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

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

The Dementor is speeding up his speech as much as possible, and he hopes to reach this agreement sooner than Malfoy.

Dementor food?

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 a disaster.

Malfoy felt the look, and then blinked at Dumbledore.

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

There will be no victimized party in this pledge.

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, shining red chain.

"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 hands they held together, like a rope, like a fire-breathing snake.

"The oath is fulfilled," Dumbledore said.

"Go away, take your people and go where you should go." Malfoy's face was pale, his calves trembling, even though Occlumency tried to hide his emotions, he and the photographer The contact of the ghost is too deep.

The joy of being sucked away is inevitable, making him a little weak.

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 witness vow.

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

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

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

"I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Malfoy repeated the previous words again: "If you are not satisfied with my approach after you have resolved the trivial matters of Azkaban, you can also help me. Break the contract."

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

Dumbledore looked at Malfoy deeply, 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.

It didn’t take him too much time to suppress Azkaban’s riots. Most of the wizards in it had lost their fighting power and were unconscious all day long. The few wizards who were still awake had no resistance in front of him. Power.

He only cast a curse and eliminated all prisoners who wanted to take this opportunity to escape from prison.

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

So, what did he see?

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

Hundreds of dementors squeezed into this small room. The cloak was pressed against the cloak, and the black cloth that wrapped the body was entwined back and forth, making the whole room messy. The hollowness and shapeless nature allowed them to even be so tight You can also get together in the same environment.

However, a gap was left in the center of the room, and Dumbledore used his amazing eyesight 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 a dementor of their happiness and courage. They cry, regret, fear, and despair.

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

No, it's more than just laughter.

That is intoxication.

This 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 he found that the dementors had abandoned him like a shoe. These creatures had no eyes. They relied on their unique talents to find food, and ingested human happiness through smell and smell. But these creatures Now turning a blind eye to him, an absurd conjecture emerged from his mind.

In order to verify, he moved faster, and his robe 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 strange colors and intertwined scenes.

"I said, there must be light."

So a light was born in the chaos.

"I want to separate light and dark."

So light and darkness 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 he intuitively told him that he could no longer explore this person's memory, otherwise something irreparable would happen.

Even let him lose his womb!

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 didn't call out his patron saint. In the eyes of the dementors, he should have no different food from his usual food. Losing one food, hunting for a new one should be more common.

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

Then there was endless silence.

Until the previous meeting between Malfoy and 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 returning to his usual amiable appearance.

"I need your own explanation." Dumbledore's blue eyes had sharp, forcing gazes, staring at Malfoy closely.

"You must have guessed something, it's just a lack of a condition 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 agent has been multiplied countless times, which can make people feel endless joy, but it does not change the effect of the user's luck."

"In Muggle society, these things are called drugs."

"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 iron door that had been closed.

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

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

"Dialogues with smart people are always so pleasant." Malfoy clapped his hands and admitted 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 fighting against the dark magic. With a cruel heart-cutting bone, a breathtaking soul out of his body, and a symbol of the life of Avada Suo with the death sickle, he never had any fear.

But in this 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, a wizard 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 who have found another way and chose Another way, a wizard tried to use a happy spell to release himself, and then hoped to offset the dementor’s emotional cannibalization.

Of course, it turns out that his experiment failed. If the wizard beside him hurriedly used the Patronus Curse when he saw the situation was bad, perhaps the hapless man had become a walking dead now.

This experiment even appeared in the "Daily Prophet", which also sounded the alarm for other wizards.

Some people have thought about this similar method, and it has been proved to be ineffective, but today it has been broken abruptly. It is still using Muggle methods. How can he not be shocked.

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

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

"So is there a way to get rid of it?" 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.

Suddenly he was a little surprised, and then thought of his poor sister, Ariana.

"Respectable compassion." Malfoy sighed, and then said in some intriguing 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 went on to say: "But we are Sorcerer, we have the magic power and magic of ordinary people, we can do things that Muggles can't do, let him forget his memories, such as forgetting the curse."

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

"Is that really the case?" Malfoy said playfully, looking at the man who had fallen 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 agreed with him, Malfoy still mocked his sympathy.

"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 better for you. But." Then he reached out his hand and made a please gesture.

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

"Recover quickly!"

"Forget it all!"

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

"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 quickly left the room.

After a while, the man woke up.

He looked around 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 to another place, and his previous equipment such as needles and medicine 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 the bright white moonlight was passing through. The windows were pouring down on the floor, but the beauty 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.)