Chapter 311 The Leaving Dementor
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Rui Chen 3499
dong dong dong...
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Fudge shivered subconsciously.
After confirming that Dumbledore really left, the voice came from behind the door, he tidied up his appearance, and then lowered his voice and shouted: "Come in!"
It was Umbridge who entered the room, with a board under her arm, and a look of obvious concern on her face, "Minister Fudge, I went to Hogsmeade to confirm that the dementors are indeed gone. "
"What!" Fudge shouted in surprise, even forgot to control his tone, "I thought this was just an excuse for Dawlish not wanting to come back to report on his duties, but it's true?"
In his perception, the demise of a dangerous creature like a dementor is definitely not something that can be solved by magic.
"Not a single Dementor left?" he asked again, wanting to confirm the news.
"That's right, it can be regarded as death without testimony." Umbridge nodded, "I asked the Aurors to search around on broomsticks, and I didn't find anything I missed."
"We have no way of knowing what happened. Apart from the Auror, the current clues are the newspaper office, which is the photos I showed you, Minister."
"Merlin's three...beards!" Fudge couldn't help but sigh, "Is the "Daily Prophet" suppressed?"
He glanced at the pictures on the table, which showed a huge figure slapping a Dementor, looking horrific.
"Since the dementors are gone, Dumbledore and Hogwarts cannot be given a chance to show off their prestige!"
Umbridge nodded and said, "I've communicated with Rita Skeeter in advance, and tomorrow's title will focus on the dementor leaving Hogwarts."
"I've also taken care of the people in the Auror's office. The Aurors stationed in Hogsmeade are now bound by a magic contract and will not tell what happened tonight."
"And those students... they are also very troublesome!" Fudge sighed and rubbed his temples desperately.
"It doesn't matter what the students' parents like to say, after all, the Daily Prophet is with us." Umbridge comforted, "In the end, they will still believe the contents of the Daily Prophet."
"If those students insist on getting involved, they will say that the dementors were driven away by the Aurors, because the Aurors can't bear to let the dementors continue to roam around the school."
"If you have to continue to pursue it, then push all the problems to the Department of Mysteries, claiming that the huge figure is the product of the Department of Mysteries' research and cannot be replicated."
"Just do it!" Fudge put down his hand rubbing his temples, "In this way, the majesty of the Ministry of Magic will be preserved! If Black sneaks into the school, then Dumbledore can be blamed!"
"A wise decision!" Umbridge began to applaud. "As expected of the great Minister Fudge, he can come up with such a brilliant idea so quickly!"
Fudge showed a rare smile, waved his hand and said, "Hold it down! Keep it down! We still have a lot to solve, and we can't be complacent right away! How many dementors are left in Azkaban now?"
"I also investigated just now." Umbridge picked up the board under his arm, looked at the content on the board and replied, "The number is very small, less than twenty."
"Dumbledore and the others really are! Why do you have to do everything!" Fudge couldn't help complaining, "Let those dementors start multiplying! One Black has been lost, and we can't let Azkaban go into trouble again!"
"Okay!" Umbridge agreed, "I'll do it right away!"
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Standing on the top floor of Azkaban in the raging wind and waves, Rookwood suddenly stood up from the bed and looked out the window through the gap in the wall.
"Unbelievable! Those dementors have all left! This time is definitely the best opportunity! We should start to act!"
Bella also stood up and looked out the window excitedly, "It's true! God help me too! It's definitely the best chance to find the owner!"
Some prisoners climbed up from the bed, struggled and looked out the window.
"Really! They're gone! Are those Ministry pigs crazy?"
"This is a great opportunity! Let's act tonight!"
"Or forget it?" A discordant voice appeared, "Actually, we have been imprisoned for so long, and we only need to endure another two years before we can go out and behave ourselves."
"Uh...that actually makes sense." Another person answered, "During this period of time, I have been reflecting on whether I did something wrong at the beginning?"
"Shut up!" Bella screamed, "What are you trying to do? Betrayal? Have you forgotten how powerful your master is? As long as your master returns, what honor will we enjoy? You..."
Someone interrupted Bella, "Is there a possibility that the master has a problem with his thinking? He is too extreme?"
These prisoners were meditating, emitting a faint halo, like a dividing line, dividing the cell into two parts.
Rookwood sighed and said, "I knew it would be like this. Compared with the magic I studied in the Department of Mysteries, the "Quiet Heart Sutra" is more mysterious. Fortunately, we haven't practiced it."
Bella nodded in deep agreement, with a humiliated expression on her face, "Indeed! That big man is too weird! If you hadn't noticed the abnormality, I'm afraid I would have betrayed my master!"
"This kind of thing is simply unforgivable! I don't allow myself to be bewitched! I don't allow my position to loosen for a moment!"
Rookwood seemed to be an old god, "I need your help next, so that I can get out!"
Several Death Eaters who were not affected by the "Quiet Heart Sutra" stood up and came to Tieshan's door together, pointing their fingers at the door lock together.
Bella said: "Let me try it first, if it doesn't work, you can use other magic to open the lock! Alohomora!"
The door lock rattled, she wiped the sweat from her brow, and tried to push the door, but the iron door didn't budge.
Rookwood suggested: "The unlocking spell is too common, try other spells... try the withdrawal spell!"
Another Death Eater started casting without a wand, "Relashio!"
With a "click", the two parts were slowly peeled off with his hands, and he tried to push the iron door again.
This time, the iron door was easily pushed open.
"Master! We're here to find you!" Bella cheered.
"Bella, it's actually pretty good here, those dementors won't harass us now, why don't they stay?" the prisoner on the other side of the golden light persuaded.
"Shut up!" Bella screamed, "You traitors! You have no right to say such things!"
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Fudge shivered subconsciously.
After confirming that Dumbledore really left, the voice came from behind the door, he tidied up his appearance, and then lowered his voice and shouted: "Come in!"
It was Umbridge who entered the room, with a board under her arm, and a look of obvious concern on her face, "Minister Fudge, I went to Hogsmeade to confirm that the dementors are indeed gone. "
"What!" Fudge shouted in surprise, even forgot to control his tone, "I thought this was just an excuse for Dawlish not wanting to come back to report on his duties, but it's true?"
In his perception, the demise of a dangerous creature like a dementor is definitely not something that can be solved by magic.
"Not a single Dementor left?" he asked again, wanting to confirm the news.
"That's right, it can be regarded as death without testimony." Umbridge nodded, "I asked the Aurors to search around on broomsticks, and I didn't find anything I missed."
"We have no way of knowing what happened. Apart from the Auror, the current clues are the newspaper office, which is the photos I showed you, Minister."
"Merlin's three...beards!" Fudge couldn't help but sigh, "Is the "Daily Prophet" suppressed?"
He glanced at the pictures on the table, which showed a huge figure slapping a Dementor, looking horrific.
"Since the dementors are gone, Dumbledore and Hogwarts cannot be given a chance to show off their prestige!"
Umbridge nodded and said, "I've communicated with Rita Skeeter in advance, and tomorrow's title will focus on the dementor leaving Hogwarts."
"I've also taken care of the people in the Auror's office. The Aurors stationed in Hogsmeade are now bound by a magic contract and will not tell what happened tonight."
"And those students... they are also very troublesome!" Fudge sighed and rubbed his temples desperately.
"It doesn't matter what the students' parents like to say, after all, the Daily Prophet is with us." Umbridge comforted, "In the end, they will still believe the contents of the Daily Prophet."
"If those students insist on getting involved, they will say that the dementors were driven away by the Aurors, because the Aurors can't bear to let the dementors continue to roam around the school."
"If you have to continue to pursue it, then push all the problems to the Department of Mysteries, claiming that the huge figure is the product of the Department of Mysteries' research and cannot be replicated."
"Just do it!" Fudge put down his hand rubbing his temples, "In this way, the majesty of the Ministry of Magic will be preserved! If Black sneaks into the school, then Dumbledore can be blamed!"
"A wise decision!" Umbridge began to applaud. "As expected of the great Minister Fudge, he can come up with such a brilliant idea so quickly!"
Fudge showed a rare smile, waved his hand and said, "Hold it down! Keep it down! We still have a lot to solve, and we can't be complacent right away! How many dementors are left in Azkaban now?"
"I also investigated just now." Umbridge picked up the board under his arm, looked at the content on the board and replied, "The number is very small, less than twenty."
"Dumbledore and the others really are! Why do you have to do everything!" Fudge couldn't help complaining, "Let those dementors start multiplying! One Black has been lost, and we can't let Azkaban go into trouble again!"
"Okay!" Umbridge agreed, "I'll do it right away!"
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Standing on the top floor of Azkaban in the raging wind and waves, Rookwood suddenly stood up from the bed and looked out the window through the gap in the wall.
"Unbelievable! Those dementors have all left! This time is definitely the best opportunity! We should start to act!"
Bella also stood up and looked out the window excitedly, "It's true! God help me too! It's definitely the best chance to find the owner!"
Some prisoners climbed up from the bed, struggled and looked out the window.
"Really! They're gone! Are those Ministry pigs crazy?"
"This is a great opportunity! Let's act tonight!"
"Or forget it?" A discordant voice appeared, "Actually, we have been imprisoned for so long, and we only need to endure another two years before we can go out and behave ourselves."
"Uh...that actually makes sense." Another person answered, "During this period of time, I have been reflecting on whether I did something wrong at the beginning?"
"Shut up!" Bella screamed, "What are you trying to do? Betrayal? Have you forgotten how powerful your master is? As long as your master returns, what honor will we enjoy? You..."
Someone interrupted Bella, "Is there a possibility that the master has a problem with his thinking? He is too extreme?"
These prisoners were meditating, emitting a faint halo, like a dividing line, dividing the cell into two parts.
Rookwood sighed and said, "I knew it would be like this. Compared with the magic I studied in the Department of Mysteries, the "Quiet Heart Sutra" is more mysterious. Fortunately, we haven't practiced it."
Bella nodded in deep agreement, with a humiliated expression on her face, "Indeed! That big man is too weird! If you hadn't noticed the abnormality, I'm afraid I would have betrayed my master!"
"This kind of thing is simply unforgivable! I don't allow myself to be bewitched! I don't allow my position to loosen for a moment!"
Rookwood seemed to be an old god, "I need your help next, so that I can get out!"
Several Death Eaters who were not affected by the "Quiet Heart Sutra" stood up and came to Tieshan's door together, pointing their fingers at the door lock together.
Bella said: "Let me try it first, if it doesn't work, you can use other magic to open the lock! Alohomora!"
The door lock rattled, she wiped the sweat from her brow, and tried to push the door, but the iron door didn't budge.
Rookwood suggested: "The unlocking spell is too common, try other spells... try the withdrawal spell!"
Another Death Eater started casting without a wand, "Relashio!"
With a "click", the two parts were slowly peeled off with his hands, and he tried to push the iron door again.
This time, the iron door was easily pushed open.
"Master! We're here to find you!" Bella cheered.
"Bella, it's actually pretty good here, those dementors won't harass us now, why don't they stay?" the prisoner on the other side of the golden light persuaded.
"Shut up!" Bella screamed, "You traitors! You have no right to say such things!"
