Dementors were a special magical creature that William was interested in.

He was so interested!

Of course, it's not a matter of liking it or not! It's really that kind, the kind that is rare...... Magical creatures.

The rarity of a Dementor is that it is a "non-being".

"Non-beings" are a branch of magical creatures, the most famous of which are Dementors and Boggarts.

Peeves are also non-existent beings.

They transcend life and death in their own right, and have no counterpart in the Muggle world. Muggles can only perceive all non-existence through indirect means.

Since non-existence transcends life and death, they do not reproduce among their own kind like ordinary creatures.

Dementors, for example, only arise from and feed on human emotions.

Humans are still alive, and even if you wipe out all the Dementors that exist, they will be born again in the darkness, and they will continue to grow!

William couldn't wait to find out how this magical creature existed; Groping for what kind of blood-pumping Miaoman body is hidden under their wide black robes!

He had to catch one and keep it in captivity like a pet.

It's certainly hard.

Because strictly speaking, the Dementors have been part of the Azkaban battle sequence since they were recruited by the British Ministry of Magic.

Danger aside, he is a civil servant of the Ministry of Magic, and he enjoys the special allowance of Azkaban.

This kind of thug in the system can also be caught if you want to?! You think you're the Minister of Magic.

But the problem is that William is now in France, not in England.

He is free from the "land outside the law", he can not worry about Britain, let himself go to his heart's content, and be a quiet extralegal maniac William.

The Dementors appeared in France and attacked the Muggles, which was a serious diplomatic mishap.

If one or two Dementors are really "accidentally" missing, the British Ministry of Magic will also be the first to think that the French are retaliating.

Or try to steal technology and copy the Azkaban model.

France will think that Britain is a rake and has nothing to do!

No one would doubt William, an unremarkable, harmless little wizard!

It was just perfect.

William suddenly discovers that he is already on the path of crime, driving all the way, leaving his peers far behind.

No, Hermione is still following him closely, she has participated in almost every bad thing William has done recently, and she is the first accomplice!

If William had been in Azkaban, the two of them would probably have been able to get a nice double room.

Hey, it looks pretty good.

Even in France, it's not so easy to catch a Dementor.

They usually fly in groups!

But now a Dementor is separated from the army, and they, unlike ghosts, cannot pass through entities.

There are many ways to catch it.

"Chest!" William took off his safety watch and threw it to Hermione.

Hermione grabbed the valuable safety watch and thought for two seconds, understanding what William meant. She entered the safety sheet and hurriedly went to find a large box.

With a wave of William's wand, he summoned a tent on the ground, between the Dementors and Hibiscus.

Fleur stepped back, the Dementor followed, and the girl began to "walk around the pillar of King Qin", and the Dementor "Jing Ke stabbed King Qin".

Naturally, William didn't shout "King's Negative Staff" or anything like that, he raised his wand and aimed it at his temple.

With a flick of the wand, the tip of the wand implicated a silvery substance.

Like clouds, it is both liquid and gas-like.

- William's memory!

He whispered a spell, his wand waved rapidly, and under the pull of the incantation, those happy memories, like smoke rings, slowly amplified and scattered in the air.

William's happy memories, like deadly poison, were discovered by the Dementors' keen sense of smell.

It sniffed vigorously and groaned softly, a hint of longing on its face.

Sure enough, France is much better than England, and even the air here is sweet.

At the same time, the other Dementors smelled it,

They became agitated and attacked the Aurors in a frenzy.

For a while, more than a dozen Aurors were caught off guard by more than a hundred Dementors who suddenly went berserk, and even Clegan almost had an intimate French kiss with the Dementors.

"Get rid of them, you damn bunch!" Clegane's wand waved and commanded loudly.

William's monster-pulling technique is definitely enterprise-level, and the Dementor really lost Fleur and slid towards him along the memory.

"William, the box you want!" Hermione finally got out of the safety sheet, a large black cabinet floating behind her.

"Open!"

Hermione opened quickly.

William's wand waved, and three sea eagles appeared on the tip of his wand.

The sea eagle lingered around William, then landed affectionately on Hermione's shoulder, and flew towards the sky.

Moments later, the first one landed quickly!

Instead of falling straight down and crashing into the Dementor's head, it landed dozens of meters in front of the Dementor, and then a sudden drift struck.

The Dementor was sucking the memories in the air, not paying attention to the Patronus, and it was stabbed in the back, and it was struck in the back like lightning, and it flew forward.

It screamed in pain, instinctively telling it it was time to escape, but its mouth told it, don't go!

Suck in for another second!

Just 100 million seconds!

Unexpectedly, the Dementors are still standard foodies.

So, the second sea eagle had already galloped up to the Dementor's chest.

The Dementor was knocked forward by the sea eagle more than ten meters, and its body slid out of flying dust on the ground.

Attacked twice in a row, the Dementor no longer dared to be greedy for memory, turned around and flew towards the sky.

The third eagle slammed down, slamming into the Dementor's head, smashing it into the sand.

"Let's go?" William clasped his hands to his chest and chuckled. "Since you're here, don't worry, I'll take you to see the little goldfish."

Guided by his magical powers, the three sea eagles turned the lone Dementor into a Quidditch ball.

The Dementor flew around in embarrassment between the three sea eagles, and the black robe spun rapidly and non-stop, looking from a distance, it was very interesting.

Fleur witnessed the whole process, and she was overwhelmed.

No matter how much the newspapers boast, how can they really witness William's magical attainments and feel it more directly?!

This kind of power was something she had never been exposed to before, and looking at Hermione's calm expression on the side, it seemed that she had long been accustomed to it.

In addition to her momentary envy, she actually had indescribable and inexplicable jealousy, which made her extremely annoyed!

William played around for a while, waved his wand, and the box flew out, and finally the sea eagle collided and knocked the Dementor inside.

The iron door slammed shut, and William took his wand and pointed it around the cabinet to begin drawing ancient scripts.

The cabinet shook and the Dementors slammed into it, but as the number of magic words grew, the cabinet fell completely silent.

William smiled with satisfaction.

The Dementor capture is complete!

Hermione was still obsessively staring at the ancient magic words drawn by William, most of the vocabulary, she couldn't even recognize, let alone use them.

Fleur also bowed her head in contemplation, carefully examining the magic texts.

The Aurors were still chasing away the more than 100 Dementors, and they didn't have time to take care of the beach, and William's memories took a toll on them.

William's wand flicked, and he retrieved the memory and put it in a small crystal bottle.

Hermione took it, shook it, and carefully hid it.

William hid the box to prevent it from being seen by Clegane.

Everyone came over, Roy and they couldn't see the Dementors, they didn't know what was going on, only that danger was coming.

Fortunately, William seems to have worked it out.

"Drink some, it'll be much more comfortable." William pulled out a few bottles of euphoria and let everyone drink them.

William also poured some for the black dog, which also seemed to be greatly affected.

The dog was obviously in good spirits all the way, looking tall and mighty, and his heart was cowardly.

After licking a few mouthfuls of the euphoria, the dog's tail cocked again, swaying, and looked very happy.

It ran to the beach, barking at the Aurors or the Dementors.

An arrogant posture of a dog fighting people.

The weather cleared, the rain stopped, and the dog thought it was okay again.

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(Thanks to the "Hellcat" boss for the tip.) ）