Chapter 105: More terrifying than magic...

At this moment, Malfoy had already taken the disgusting palm of the dementor actively, and just a glance would make goose bumps and nausea. Eight? One? Chinese? Wenwen ≤≈＝≥＝≈≤≈＝
At this time, a thin, dazzling tongue of fire spewed out of Dumbledore's wand, like a red and hot metal wire, wrapped around their two hands.
"So, in exchange, after I succeeded in achieving the first one, can you and your tribe follow my orders and fully obey when I need them?"
"I...willing to." Its voice clearly could not hear any emotion, but Dumbledore on the side felt a hint of expectation keenly.
The Dementor is trying to speed up his words as much as possible, and it hopes to reach this agreement sooner than Malfoy.
Dementor food?
Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Malfoy. He would never let this group of dementors scourge Muggles or ordinary wizards. If unconstrained, this would be a disaster.
Malfoy felt this look and blinked at Dumbledore.
"Trust me." Malfoy completely guessed Dumbledore's doubts and worries, but his worries were superfluous.
There will be no victim of this vow.
Except for Death Eaters who will face the Dementors in the future.
The second tongue of fire spewed out of the wand and intertwined with the first, forming a thin, red chain.
"The last one, wish us a happy cooperation." Malfoy said blankly.
He exhausted his full strength and used the closed brain technique to the extreme, trying to keep the dementors 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 made a sound.
The last tongue of fire spewed out of Dumbledore’s wand, intertwined with the two in front, tightly wrapped around the two hands they held, like a rope, like a fire-breathing snake.
"The pledge has been reached." Dumbledore said.
"Come on, take your clan to the place where you should go." Malfoy's face was pale, his calf shivering unceasingly, even though the brain closure technique tried to cover up his emotions, but he and the camera Soul contact is too deep.
The joy of being sucked away is unavoidable, which makes him a bit off.
Dumbledore looked at the creature that was supposed to be the leader of the dementors just drifting away from the window. If it was usual, he would not let this creature dangle in front of his eyes, let alone complete the oath of witness.
"I will give you a reasonable explanation." Malfoy took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and bit it fiercely, relieving the uncomfortable feeling of the Dementor just now.
"But now you should go to Azkaban, because the Dementors will soon strike collectively, and with the Auror guarding them, they can't prevent some wizards who want to escape."
"If there is a black, there will be a second and a third, isn't it?"
"I will give you a satisfactory explanation." Malfoy repeated the previous words again: "If you wait for a while to solve the Azkaban trivia, and you are not satisfied with my way, you can also help me Break the contract."
"After all, you didn't make an oath with the dementors, right?"
Dumbledore glanced at Malfoy deeply, without speaking, his body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared into the void.
He chose to believe that now he had to rush to Azkaban.
The suppression of Azkaban’s riots did not cost him much time. Most of the wizards inside had lost their fighting power, and they were muddled all day long. A few wizards remained sober, and they couldn’t resist in front of him. Power.
He only cast a spell to eliminate the possibility of all prisoners trying to escape from the prison.
After solving Azkaban's affairs, Dumbledore hurried to the appointed place. The student said to 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 was rusted due to a long period of time with a spell?
Hundreds of dementors squeezed in this small room, the cloak pressed against the cloak, the black cloth wrapped around the body wrapped around back and forth, making the whole room messy, and the characteristics of the hollow invisible body allowed them to even be so forced Can also get together under the environment.
In the middle of the room, a gap was left. Dumbledore used his amazing eyesight to see the gap.
There was a man sitting there, which should be an ordinary Muggle, and Dumbledore did not feel any magic in him.
Dumbledore's first reaction was to summon his patron saint, wipe out the dementors, rescue the Muggle, and then question his students: "Is this what you call food?"
But when he lifted his wand to cast a spell, he paused abruptly.
He saw this man laughing.
laugh?
During his long wizarding career, he has seen countless wizards and Muggles after being absorbed in dementors' joy and courage, crying, regret, fear, and despair.
But he had never seen anyone laugh when faced with a dementor without a guardian deity.
No, it's not just laugh.
That is intoxication.
This made him feel extremely abnormal, and hundreds of dementors surrounded him. If he remembered correctly, Malfoy's promise not long ago was "high quality and endless" food.
How can a person feed these evil creatures?
Dumbledore approached gradually, but now the dementors abandoned him. This group of creatures has no eyes. They rely on their unique talents to find food. They use olfaction and smell to ingest human happiness, but this group of creatures He turned a blind eye to him now, and an absurd conjecture emerged from his mind.
In order to verify that his pace was faster, his robe could not help shaking and rustling.
"Surprise!" His eyes were sharp and sharp, and he looked closely at the Muggle in front of him.
A chaotic, but full of strange colors and intertwined scenes.
"I said, there must be light."
So a light was born in chaos.
"I want to separate the light from the dark."
So the light and darkness were separated.
"Light is day and darkness is night. There is evening and morning, this is the first day."
So time is defined.
............
An indescribable strangeness flooded his mind, and he intuitively told him that he could no longer continue to explore the person's memory, otherwise something irreparable would happen.
He even let himself be lost!
He immediately stopped casting the spell and withdrew from the man's mind and chose to wait.
The absurd conjecture has been verified, but the deeper reason cannot be explored.
Just as Dumbledore was about to go into contemplation, this man suddenly fell straight down, lying on the floor, losing his consciousness.
Dumbledore did not summon his patron saint. In the eyes of the dementors, now he should be no different from the usual food. After losing one food, hunting for new ones should be as usual.
However, the intended attack did not come, and the dementors stood motionless as if they had been immobilized.
Then there was endless silence.
Until the meeting between Malfoy and him.
"Don't worry about the 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 again being sympathetic as usual.
"I need your own explanation." Dumbledore's blue eyes were sharp and compelling, and he stared tightly at Malfoy.
"You must have guessed something, but you are missing a little bit of the condition to connect the clues, right?"
Dumbledore nodded slightly.
"Actually, this is just an illegal act in Muggle society." Malfoy shrugged and spoke lightly.
"I don't understand." Dumbledore still shook his head.
"In a nutshell, he ate something special. For example, the effect of the psychic agent has been magnified many times. It can make people feel endless joy, but it has not changed the effect of the luck of the user."
"In Muggle society, this kind of thing is called-drugs."
"Drugs?" Dumbledore repeated the word carefully, chewing on the meaning, and under the blue eyes flashed a symbol of thinking.
"Well, this may be more cruel than the most evil black magic." Malfoy said as he nodded his head, his wand waved again, and opened the iron door that had already been closed.
"Why is this group of dementors indifferent to us? Professor?" Then the two stepped into the room again. After standing, Malfoy raised his wand and pointed at the group of dumb dementors, throwing them at Dumbledore. Out of this question.
Dumbledore took a slow breath and then spit out heavily. The deeper his eyes, the longer he was silent, he tried to say, "Because they are full?"
"The conversation with smart people is always so pleasant." Malfoy clapped his hands, admitting Dumbledore's conjecture.
The wand in his hand was clenched tightly, and the biting chill could not stop flowing out of Dumbledore's heart. He devoted his whole life to the fight against black magic. Spicy and cruel heart-pounding bones, the soul-stirring soul out of the hook, symbolizing the death of Awada, the sickle of death, he had no fear.
But in just a few minutes today, everything he saw, the medicine produced by this Muggle was enough to keep him cold.
There are many ways to solve a problem. For example, in the face of dementors, some wizards understand the patron saint curse, and the powerful high emotions and magical power can make them retreat, but some people in Dumbledore’s memory have a different way to choose. Another way, a wizard tried to release himself with a happy spell, and then hoped to counteract the dementor's cannibalization of his emotions.
Of course, it turned out that his experiment had failed. If it wasn't for the wizard who was nearby, he quickly used a patron saint curse, maybe the unlucky egg had now become a walking dead.
The experiment even hit the "Prophet Daily" and also sounded the alarm for other wizards.
Someone has thought about this similar method, and it has been proved to be ineffective, but today it is broken by force. It is still the Muggle method. How not to shock him.
"This is not a good thing." Dumbledore's voice was a little dry, his brows still wrinkled, as if thinking.
"I already said that 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 make people not addicted? He asked himself if he could get the resurrection stone, he would not do better.
Suddenly he was a little preoccupied, and he remembered his poor sister, Ariana.
"It's a respectable compassion." Malfoy sighed, and then said with some intriguing tone: "A person can live in darkness forever, provided he has never seen the sun."
Dumbledore was silent, and he fell into thinking. The wizard's way of thinking made him quickly and easily come up with a way to solve this problem. When he was about to speak, Malfoy continued to say: "But we are Sorcerer, we have the magic and magic of ordinary people, and can do things that Muggles can't, and let him forget his memories, such as the forgetting curse."
Dumbledore just wanted to nod his head, but he was changed by another sentence.
"Is that really the case?" Malfoy looked at the man who had fallen to the ground because he was "Hi", and said playfully.
"Now is a good opportunity for an experiment. If you can let him quit, then I will give up this method and satisfy your senseless compassion, how?" Malfoy said. Even though he agreed inwardly, Malfoy still ridiculed his sympathy.
"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 the principal. And your magic is much better than mine. I think this experiment is better for you. But." Then he reached out and made a gesture of invitation.
Dumbledore did not hesitate. With a wave of his hand, the wand tip radiated two rays.
"Recover quickly!"
"Everything is forgotten!"
The thin man was knocked down again when he woke up ~EbookFREE.me~ again lying on the cold floor.
"Let's go, we can wait for his drug addiction to do it again, maybe it will subvert your understanding of Muggles." Malfoy seemed to guess, but actually said firmly.
The two quickly left the room.
After a while, the man woke up.
He looked at the surrounding a little confused, seeming to wonder 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 medicines have also been received elsewhere.
A sense of emptiness suddenly hit his heart. He didn't know what he should do and what he could do now. He began to walk anxiously around the house, his body sweating with emptiness, and the bright silver moonlight was passing through. The windows poured onto the floor, but this beautiful scenery that could make people relax was unable to settle his mind.
He was inexplicably anxious, his lips were dry, and he slapped the locked door, but it was useless. (To be continued.)