Alan led Penelope and Hermione downstairs.

As soon as I descended the stairs, I saw Mrs. Harris directing plates of delicate dishes to a large round table in the hall.

She wore a white robe with lace and smiled, and when she saw Alan, she reached over and hugged her son: "Oh Alan, I'm so proud of you. ”

The tips of Alan's ears were red, and he couldn't help but feel a little ashamed to let his mother hold him in his arms like a child in front of Luna, Hermione, and Penelope.

He crossed Mrs. Harris's shoulder, and saw Luna sitting in a broad-handed chair behind the table, with a silver fork between her fingers, fiddling and turning nimbly, and a plate of delicate little cakes in front of her, half of which had been eaten, suspended by the arrival of Alan.

Seeing Luna's smiling eyes, Alan coughed twice and gently broke free from Mrs. Harris's embrace.

Alan chose to sit next to Luna, who raised her arm to fork the cake, revealing her bare arms in her fat sleeves. A faint fragrance wafted from the robe, a fresh breath after freshening.

Everyone sat down at the table, and Mr. Harris raised a glass to celebrate Allen's excellent results in the first two rounds, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Dinner was delicious and everyone was raving about it. Little Emily is serious, smiling and taking care of Hermione, Luna, and Penelope.

"Colton, or La Rozburg?" asked Emily sweetly, her admiration for Allen's older brother.

"Colton, thank you Emily. Alan thought that the wine was more palatable, so he asked Emily to fill it for him. A sweet pleasure had spread all over the body, hot, from the top of the abdomen, to the limbs, and to the end of the whole body.

The dampness and oppression in the Black Lake were thrown out of the sky by him in this sweetness. He felt at ease with his whole body, his life, his mind, his body and his soul.

"This is a gift from Fleur, she is such a beautiful and considerate girl, if not for the blood of Meiwa. Mrs. Harris said regretfully.

Albert had been munching and barely speaking, but when he heard Mrs. Harris's words, he was not paying attention, choking on the food and coughing violently.

"Alan," Mr. Harris was about to say a few words of unwise criticism of Allen's blatant use of dark magic to tarnish his reputation during the game, but suddenly glanced at Penelope, and the words became: "What's the matter with that wandless flying magic you used in the game?"

"The wandless flight I used in the competition was the result of studying the flying abilities of Dementors. When Mr. Harris asked about the spell Allen used during the game, Allen put down his knife and fork and explained.

"I also got some inspiration from them and worked on some other magic. With that, Alan stood up and left the table, walking to the other end of the hall before stopping.

He beckoned for Mr. Harris to pay their attention, and then slowly approached the group using the abilities he had mimicked from the Dementors.

"What is this?" Mr. Harris stood up and looked at the slowly walking in Allen, and he felt as if his happiness had been sucked away, and his heart was full of sadness and despair.

The evergreens and some decorative phalaenopsis that had been placed on the walls along Alan's path also began to wither, and finally turned into residual leaves and fell lightly to the ground.

"This is the ability of a Dementor to influence creatures close to him that I simulated with magic power, but obviously our wizards have much more magic than Dementors, so the actual range is much larger than their own range of influence, and although it is the same as the Animagus that can be cast and maintained without a wand, it must be noted that you must ensure that the Occlumency operation is carried out at all times, otherwise it will also have a slightly negative effect on you. ”

A piece of dark chocolate flew out of the dessert plate on the table and into Mr. Harris's hand, where he took a big bite.

And Albert also came over and laughed and patted Allen on the shoulder: "When you are alone against multiple enemies, this trick should be very useful, some people who are not determined to be determined are estimated to be under the influence of this magic, let alone release effective spells, and it is estimated that they will not even be able to escape." If there are any other good things, take them out. ”

Alan pretended to be unbearable and rubbed his shoulders, allowing everyone to laugh and relieve the negative emotions caused by the spell.

Later, Alan led everyone to the upstairs confinement room.

In the pentagram, there was only one dementor floating in the array, and when he saw someone coming in, he instinctively wanted to approach the crowd that exuded a cheerful atmosphere, but when he recognized Allen, he immediately flew in the opposite direction, and when he touched the edge of the confinement circle, he was immediately bounced back and fell to the ground.

Eren stretched out his hand, and he grabbed it in the air, and the Dementor flew directly at him, no matter how much it struggled in the air, it couldn't get rid of Eren's restraints.

In the midst of everyone's astonished gaze, Eren lifted the Dementor's face towel and leaned into the hollow mouth under it.

A gray stream of air floated out of the big hole and flew into Allen's mouth.

The Dementor struggled desperately at first, gradually making up occasional twitches, and finally his head tilted back weakly, floating motionless in midair.

Eren put down his hand, and he was like an angry puppet, like a puddle of mud, fainting and falling to the ground.

Alan waved his wand, and a silver Phoenix Patronus erupted from the tip of his wand and flew around the Dementors, which turned into a pile of debris at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A gray soul squeezed out of Alan's lips, and Eren waved his wand, and the soul floated up and burrowed through the tip of the wand.

"The magic of absorbing soul energy was originally excavated by the Black family from ancient ruins, but the soul that did not have time to purify not only enhanced the strength of the user's soul, but also brought great hidden dangers. The more you use it, the more you will be polluted by the more and more soul remnant imprints you will have, which will drive you crazy. ”

"From the information I've gathered about Voldemort, I guess he also studied Dementors. That flying ability was obviously also learned from them, and the spell that absorbed the energy of the soul to enhance his own soul, he should also be able to do it. Only then would his soul have enough strength to split so many times to create so many Horcruxes. ”

Allen's words were convincing, and everyone listened intently.

"I'm not sure if he'll use the ability of Dementor Kiss, but obviously he doesn't have the means to preserve his soul, so he doesn't have a way to remove the parts of his soul that we don't need, and he won't absorb it too many times, of course, it's enough to make him full of magic and the magic spells he uses are amazingly powerful, so he is no longer afraid of ordinary spells. ”

Alan paused and said solemnly: "However, because when making a Horcrux, whether it is the steps required to divide the soul or directly absorb the soul, it will cause people's spirits to go insane. Judging from Voldemort's growth footprints, he is indeed getting more and more crazy, from a sinister heartthrob when he was a student to a complete terrorist leader. ”

As he spoke, Alan waved the wand in his hand: "The wand I made for you can grow, as you fight more and continue to nourish it with your magic power, it will also grow into a wand that can store souls." ”

"Once you learn to mimic this ability of the Dementor Kiss, you will have plenty of time to slowly weed out the parts we don't need, and then purify your souls into pure soul energy to strengthen yourself. As long as this step is strictly followed, there will be no hidden dangers at all, and the increase in the power of the spell and the total amount of mana is relatively obvious. Alan emphasized in a deep voice.

"But if you want to reach the strength of a soul like a fire dragon and be able to resist the killing spells cast by ordinary wizards, I have conservatively estimated that with my current progress, if I continue to absorb it, it will take about a year and a half to two years. Alan held out two fingers.

"It's also worth noting that magic resistance can only be used against spells that directly apply to the subject, such as Killing Curses, Fainting, Malicious Transfiguration, etc., which directly apply their magic to the subject. ”

"If the opponent uses a spell that directly applies to other objects except your weapon, rather than directly on itself, the increased magic resistance will not have much effect. ”

Seeing everyone's different expressions, Alan added: "According to my estimate, only Albert and Penelope's wands, who often train and fight, have been nourished with enough magic power to grow this ability, I wonder if you have ever encountered a situation where the other party's corpse turned into ashes after killing an enemy?"

After speaking, Alan noticed Hermione's frowning: "Of course, playing with souls has always been considered by the public to be a devil's method, and it is a very evil thing. Therefore, we must not be consumed by our own desires, and we must not become as unscrupulous as Voldemort in order to gain power. The object of absorption must be carefully selected, for example, you can collect those felons who exterminate humanity or some evil creatures, and you must not attack ordinary objects. In addition, soul sucking I suggest that it should only be done inside the tower, in absolute secrecy. ”

At this time, Alan noticed that Penelope pursed his lips when he heard the selection of objects: "Penelope, every time you use your wand to collect and drain souls, you have to inform me that I can only do it when I am present." Don't be in a hurry to object, you know why, I'm for your good. ”

"Dementors are a special type of monster because the wand absorbs the soul of an enemy who has been killed out of the body. As for a Dementor, even if you use a Killing Charm on it, its soul will not leave its body, but will go straight to a new place. ”

Everyone's curiosity was piqued.

"I used to teleport my victims when they used Dementor Kisses on psychopathic murderers, and in the process of reminding, I discovered a new place for their souls, a gray world that exuded as cold and despair as the Dementors themselves.

Shortly after it falls, another soul will emerge from the Dementor's body from that otherworld, so the Avada Calling Spell will seem to have no effect on them.

After sucking their souls out with the ability to mimic the Dementor's Kiss, their bodies will not be controlled by new Dementor spirits. Losing their unique soul shelter allows them to be truly harmed by spells. At this point, if you use a spell like the Patronus Charm or the Sun Burst that specifically targets these evil creatures, the Dementor can be completely destroyed. ”

There was a lot of information in Alan's words, and everyone was silent for a while before they understood the meaning of his words.

"In the end, the Dementors are full of suspicions. What is their greatest secret, the destination of the souls of the victims they kiss, the new souls that can be replenished into the bodies of the Dementors? What secrets are hidden by these Dementors? Allen's hand ran over his chin, confused.

The atmosphere in the room froze, and after listening to Alan's words, it seemed that the world had become foggy.

Mr. Harris walked up to Alan with a solemn face, and in Alan's surprised gaze, he suddenly opened his mouth, deliberately widened his eyes, and exclaimed in a funny tone: "So so, I became the father of the new generation of Dark Lords?"

Alan was stunned to see Mr. Harris pretending to be slow to react like this, and when he came back to his senses, Mr. Harris suddenly raised his hands, patted Allen's face, and laughed at him.