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At that moment, a thin, dazzling tongue of fire erupted from Dumbledore's wand, like a red, hot wire, wrapped around their two hands.

"Then, in exchange, after I have succeeded in the first one, will you and your people be able to obey my orders and obey them completely when I need them?"

"I ..... Willing. Its voice clearly didn't show any emotion, but Dumbledore on the side keenly felt a hint of anticipation.

The Dementor was trying to speed up its own speech, and it hoped to reach the deal sooner than Malfoy.

Food for Dementors?

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Malfoy, he would never let this group of Dementors harm Muggles or ordinary wizards, and if left unchecked, it would be another disaster.

Malfoy felt the look and winked at Dumbledore.

"Please trust me. Malfoy had perfectly guessed Dumbledore's suspicions and concerns, but his worries were unwarranted.

This oath will not have any injured party.

Except for Death Eaters who will face an army of Dementors in the future.

A second tongue of fire erupted from the wand, intertwining with the first, forming a thin, red-glowing chain.

"Last but not least, I wish us a happy cooperation. Malfoy said with a blank face.

He used all his strength to use the Occlumency technique to the extreme, trying to keep the Dementors from getting nourishment from him, so that he could give himself the strength to continue the vow.

"I do. The Dementor made a sound.

The last tongue of fire erupted from Dumbledore's wand, intertwined with the two in front of it, wrapped tightly around the two hands they were holding, like a rope, like a fire-breathing snake.

"The oath was made. Dumbledore began.

"Get out of here, take your people and go where you need to go. Malfoy's face turned pale, and his calves trembled, and even though the Occlumency did its best to hide his emotions, his contact with the Dementors was too deep.

The happiness of being sucked away was inevitable, and it made him a little distracted.

Dumbledore watched the creature that was supposed to be the leader of the Dementors float away from the window, and if he had been, he wouldn't have let it dangle in front of his eyes, let alone fulfill his oath of witness.

"I'll give you a reasonable explanation. Malfoy pulled a piece of chocolate out of his pocket and bit it down hard, relieving the discomfort he had just felt about the Dementors.

"But now you should be going to Azkaban, because soon the Dementors will strike en masse, and with the little Auror guarding it, you won't be able to stop some wizards who want to escape. ”

"If there's a Blake, there's a second, a third, isn't it?"

"I'll give you a sufficiently satisfactory explanation. Malfoy repeated his previous words: "If you're not satisfied with my way after you've finished your Azkaban chores, you can break the contract for me." ”

"You didn't make a pact with the Dementors, after all, did you?"

Dumbledore gave Malfoy a deep look, but did not speak, his body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared into the void.

He chose to believe that he had to rush to Azkaban now.

It didn't take him much time to suppress the Azkaban uprising, most of the wizards inside had lost their combat effectiveness, and the few wizards who remained awake were defenseless in front of him.

With just one spell, he discouraged all prisoners from escaping from prison.

Dumbledore hurried to the agreed place after settling the matter of Azkaban, and the student told him that everything was understandable if he saw it with his own eyes.

So, what did he see?

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

Hundreds of Dementors huddled into the tiny room, cloaks pressed against cloaks, and the black cloth that wrapped around their bodies wrapped around them was a mess, and the hollow and disembodied nature allowed them to come together even in such a cramped environment.

In the middle of the room, however, there was a void that Dumbledore could see with his astonishing eyesight.

There was a man sitting there, probably an ordinary Muggle, and Dumbledore didn't feel any magic in him.

Dumbledore's first instinct was to summon his Patronus, destroy the Dementors, free the Muggle, and then ask his students, "This is what you call food?"

But just as he raised his wand to cast the spell, he paused.

He saw the man laughing.

Laugh?

During his long career as a wizard, he had seen countless wizards and Muggles sucked their joy and courage out of them by the Dementors, crying, remorse, fear, and despair.

But he had never seen anyone laugh at a Dementor without a Patronus.

No, that's not just laughing.

That's intoxication.

This struck him as extremely unusual, and hundreds of Dementors surrounded him, and if he remembered correctly, Malfoy's promise not so long ago was "high-quality and endless" food.

How can a man feed these sinful creatures?

As Dumbledore approached, he found that the Dementors had abandoned him, creatures without eyes, and they relied on their unique talents to find food, and to use their sense of smell to consume human pleasure, but the creatures were now blind to him, and a ridiculous conjecture came to his mind.

In order to verify, his steps were faster, and the robes on his body couldn't help but tremble and rattle because of this.

"Dementors!" his eyes were piercing, and his gaze was fixed on the Muggle in front of him.

It's chaotic, but it's full of bizarre colors and mixed scenes.

"I said, Let there be light. ”

So a light was born out of the chaos.

"I'm going to separate the light from the dark. ”

So the light and the dark are separated.

"Light is day, darkness is night. There was evening and there was morning, and this was the first day. ”

And so time was defined.

............

An indescribable strange feeling welled up in his mind, and his intuition told him that he could no longer probe this man's memories, or something irreversible would happen.

Even let himself be doomed!

He immediately stopped casting the spell and withdrew from the man's mind, choosing to wait.

The absurd conjecture was verified, but the deeper cause could not be explored.

Just as Dumbledore was about to fall into deep thought, the man suddenly fell straight down, lying on the floor, unconscious.

Dumbledore didn't summon his Patronus, and in the eyes of the Dementors, he should be no different from his usual food, and without one, hunting new ones should be normal.

However, the expected attack did not come, and the Dementors stood motionless, as if they had been immobilized under a spell.

And then there was endless silence.

Until the previous meeting with Malfoy.

"Don't worry about the prisoners, now we have to talk about it, unfortunately, even though I saw it with my own eyes, I didn't understand everything. Dumbledore said solemnly, no longer as kind as he used to be.

"I need your own explanation. Dumbledore's blue eyes radiated a piercing gaze, staring at Malfoy intensely.

"You've guessed something, it's just missing a little bit of what connects the threads, right?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly.

"Actually, it's just a violation of the law in Muggle society. Malfoy shrugged his shoulders 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 elixir was magnified countless times, which could make people feel endless joy, but it did not change the luck of the user. ”

"In Muggle society, this stuff is called drugs. ”

"Drugs?" Dumbledore repeated the word earnestly, chewing on its meaning, his blue eyes flashing with a thoughtful look.

"Well, this is perhaps even more cruel than the most evil of black magic. Malfoy nodded as he spoke, and with a wave of his wand, he pushed the iron door back open.

"Why are these Dementors indifferent to us?Professor?" the two of them then stepped into the room again, and Malfoy raised his wand and pointed at the stunned group of Dementors, asking Dumbledore the question.

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

"Conversations with smart people are always so pleasant. Malfoy clapped his hands, acknowledging Dumbledore's conjecture.

The wand in his hand suddenly clenched, and a piercing chill could not stop pouring out of Dumbledore's heart, he had devoted his life to the fight against dark magic, even if he had never personally dabbled in it, but he had also seen a lot of knowledge, and he had never feared in the face of the cruel and cruel heart-piercing bones, the soul-snatching out-of-body experience, and the life-threatening Avada who symbolized the scythe of death.

But in just a few minutes today, everything he had seen, the medicine produced by Muggles, was enough to send chills all over his body.

There are many ways to solve a problem, such as facing the Dementors, some wizards have invented the Patronus Charm, and the powerful emotions and magic can make them retreat, but Dumbledore's memories also have people who have found a different way and chosen another path, some wizards try to use the Happiness Spell to cast on themselves, and then hope that the Dementors will eat away at their emotions.

Of course, it turned out that his experiment had failed, and if it hadn't been for the wizard who was there and hurriedly used the Patronus Charm, perhaps the unlucky man would have been a walking corpse by now.

The experiment even made it to the Daily Prophet, which was a wake-up call for other wizards.

This similar method has been thought of, and has been proven to be ineffective, but today it has been broken by force, and it is still the Muggle method, how not to shock him.

"It's not a good thing, is it? Dumbledore's voice was a little dry, and his brow was still furrowed, as if he was thinking.

"As I said, this is a crime in Muggle society. ”

"Is there a way to quit then?" he asked, how could one not indulge in such an easy way of getting pleasure?

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

"What a respectable compassion. Malfoy sighed, and then said in some intriguing tones, "A man can live in darkness forever, provided he has never seen the sun." ”

Dumbledore was silent, he fell into thought, the wizard's way of thinking made it easy for him to come up with a solution to the problem, and just as he was about to speak, Malfoy continued, "But we are wizards, and we have superhuman magic and magic, and we can do things that Muggles can't, and make him forget memories, such as the Forgetting Charm. ”

Dumbledore was about to nod in agreement, but was changed by a word.

"Is that really the case?" said Malfoy, looking playfully at the man who had fallen to the ground from his "hi" too much.

"Now is a good opportunity to experiment, if you can get him to quit, then I'll give up this method and satisfy your senseless pity, how about it?" Malfoy said. Even though he agreed with him, Malfoy was still a little sarcastic about his sympathy.

"By the way, students outside of school can't use magic, not to mention that I sneaked out today, I don't want to be deducted points by you, the principal, and your magic is much more powerful than mine, I think it's best for you to do this experiment." Then he reached out and made a gesture of please.

Dumbledore didn't hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, two rays of light shot out from the tip of his wand.

"Recover!"

"Forget it!"

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

"Let's go, we can wait for his addiction to come back again, and maybe it will change your understanding of Muggles. Malfoy seemed to be guessing, but in fact he was sure.

The two quickly left the room.

After a while, the man woke up.

He looked around a little confused, as if wondering why he was in this place, the room was empty, there was nothing.

The Dementor had been temporarily driven somewhere else, and his previous paraphernalia, such as needles and medicines, had been received elsewhere.

A sense of emptiness suddenly hit him, he didn't know what he should do now, what he could do, he began to paced up and down the house anxiously, his body sweating, and the silver moonlight was pouring down on the floor through the window, but this beautiful scenery that could make people relax could not calm his mind.

He was inexplicably anxious, his lips were dry, and he banged on the locked door frantically, but to no avail. (To be continued.) )