Chapter 623: Explanation and the attack before your eyes
"Who is Voldemort?"
"What's a Dementor?"
Mr. Ellison asked after listening to Soul's story about a bald and noseless villain who was active in the wizarding world and trying to start a war.
At this time, Hermione also understood why Soul wanted his family to leave.
Take the conversation and answer Mr. Eric's question.
"A terrifying monster that can suck souls. They were supposed to obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic and be restricted to an island called Azkaban. However, Voldemort's activity caused them to rebel against the Ministry of Magic and leave Azkaban collectively. Caban.”
"Voldemort..." Hermione thought for a while, not knowing how to describe this villain, so she looked for a suitable adjective, "Just think of him as a terrorist."
"And they are terrorists with complete firepower." Suer added, "The weird hurricanes in the western counties a few days ago were his handiwork."
"But I remember there is a police organization in the wizarding world-" Mr. Granger said.
"Yes, there is." Soul nodded, "But now the Ministry of Magic itself is in a mess. The only one who can resist Voldemort is Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix."
"The problem now is not with Voldemort, but with the dementors who have left the cage and have no restrictions. Many innocent people have been attacked."
"Son." Mr. Ellison's expression suddenly became serious. "You said... Dementors can absorb souls. What will happen to people whose souls have been absorbed?"
"In medical terms, it's equivalent to brain death." Suer thought for a while and replied.
"Then Mr. Bob and his wife..." Mrs. Ellison gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Is there any hope of cure?" Mr. Eric looked more serious.
"As far as I know, no." Suer answered much more cheerfully this time. Although he didn't know who the Bob couple his mother mentioned were, it was very likely that these two poor innocent people were the victims.
"If it was really that dementor who did something good...that could explain why Mr. Bob, who had always been in good health, suddenly collapsed at home and hasn't woken up yet." Mr. Ellison sighed.
"Brother!!!" At this time, Angel's scream came, and she pointed to the window with a horrified look. In the community where Su Er lived on Lily Street, the houses were scattered, that is to say, a door in the living room The windows can see half of the houses on the left and right.
At this time, in the house diagonally opposite, a monster wearing a cloak and floating in the air came out through the wall.
Dementors!
Damn it, Su Er's expression changed, he didn't care about changing his appearance, and rushed out of the house as fast as possible, leaving only one sentence,
"Don't follow me!"
Then, a clear and clear mantra sounded outside the house.
"Call the gods to protect you!"
The silver light shines brightly.
Ouch---no, it was three screams. The three dementors encountered their natural enemies and fled in a hurry.
Sur did not chase the three dementors, but quickly turned around and ran to the door of the house, "Open the Alaho hole!", and then kicked---
"boom."
The whole house looked as if it had been frozen under an Arctic iceberg, and the brass handles were covered with a layer of transparent frost.
This was the first time that Suer saw the appearance of a person whose soul had been absorbed by a dementor. He looked haggard, his mouth was slightly open and raised, and his eyes were covered with a layer of gray light, like a pool of stagnant water.
There were five victims, two old people, two middle-aged people, and a fat boy in costume.
They are still breathing, but it is equivalent to losing their lives.
Seeing the candles extinguished on the table under the light, with green smoke floating in the air, Suer understood why these three dementors came here.
Hermione trotted in following Soul's footsteps, holding her wand tightly in her hand and clutching Soul's transformation prop in her other hand.
"Oh my god..." She also felt suffocated when she saw the scene in front of her.
Sur silently pinned the phantom prop to his chest, and the image of Ebo Nockhan appeared. Then, Sur flicked his wand, and the patron saint who drove away the dementors reappeared, and the cold, stagnant air slowly melt.
"Bang...bang..." A series of disembodied explosions sounded outside the house, and a team of three wizards wearing Auror costumes appeared.
Leading the charge was Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Just during the day, he had just met Kingsley.
There was still a bit of cold air in the air, and Sur's eyes were lowered.
"Sorry, I found out too late."
"Damn Dementors!" Kingsley banged the wooden table with a bang. The cake with the candles in it shook before it could be cut. Two clumps of cream shook off and hit the table with a thud. Hearty bacon wrapped potatoes.
Soon after, a wizard wearing black robes and a St. Mungo's badge on his chest hurried in.
"Oh my God." When she saw the tragic situation in front of her, she took a deep breath first, then skillfully pulled out her wand and waved it, causing the five bodies to float gently.
Everyone present knew that these five people whose souls had been sucked away were hopeless, but in the spirit of humanitarianism, they still had to make some efforts.
"This is already the fourth time tonight!" She angrily complained to Kingsley before leaving, "Can the Ministry of Magic do something serious? The ward is almost full!"
Kingsley was silent.
"I can't disapparate these five poor Muggles by myself, so come with me!"
……
Mr. and Mrs. Ellison and Mr. and Mrs. Granger witnessed four wizards using magic to lead five people out of the house and disappear into the shadows.
Originally, Kingsley should have wiped the memories of Muggles. Letting Muggles see such a scene would undoubtedly violate the secrecy law.
But at this time, he had no such intention at all, or in other words, out of trust in Suer, he did not do anything unnecessary.
Nothing is more shocking than an event happening right before your eyes.
"They are hopeless." Suer said to his family in a deep voice.
Mr. Ellison was a decisive man and made his decision immediately.
"Pack your bags. We're leaving here tomorrow. Do you have any good suggestions on where we should go?"
He didn't ask whether Soul would leave with them, and he didn't need to ask.
"Go to France. I will ask my friends to write letters to the people there, and I will ask them to take care of them." Soul said softly, and then faced the Grangers.
"Mr. Granger, madam, are you with my parents?"
Mr. Granger glanced at his daughter hesitantly. Hermione shook her head slightly and reached out to hold Soul's arm. The meaning was self-evident.
Mrs. Granger had tears in her eyes and looked at Hermione sadly.
Hermione's eyes also flashed, but she shook her head firmly and hugged Soul tighter.
