"There aren't many Dementors in London, but the Muggles are in a bad situation...... At present, the Ministry of Magic has sent the Aurors to deal with it urgently, and we will have to wait for news from Kingsley......"

In the fireplace of the fireplace, the charcoal and the flames were intertwined into the shape of a human face, but the mouth opened and closed, and from it came Lupin's voice.

It's a way to use Floo powder, and of course, a guy like Maca who fries up the oven at the touch of a button can't use it.

“…… As Kingsley said before he went, if the actual number of Dementors was higher than the intelligence, or if the impact of this incident on Muggle society was too great, Scrimgeour would probably not be able to bear to come to you. ”

At the end, Lupin paused.

"And ......," he asked, after a moment's thought, "look, shall we go and do us a favor?" ”

Truth be told, as soon as Maca heard the Dementors, something from Ewen Ravenclaw immediately crossed her mind. When you think of the secret activities of the most taboo Helbo, there is almost no suspense about the relationship between the two.

"Don't go—I'm not too worried about the Dementors alone, because Muggles can't see those magical creatures. My fear is that maybe there's something else going on......"

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not fools!

Due to the constant slaughter of dark wizards in the wizarding world, the selection and training of the Aurors are of a very high standard. Just one Kingsley can skillfully use the Patronus Charm to drive away Dementors.

Of course, that thing is really difficult to deal with, and in order to actually kill them, you must condense the physical Patronus.

"Anyway, I'll go and see, you don't need to act. Especially Sirius, you keep him in jail! ”

After Lupin's side took the initiative to end the conversation and the fire calmed down again, Maca shrugged at Professor McGonagall and the others.

"Well, I'm afraid I won't have time to sleep tonight...... Sorry, don't boil the tea! ”

As he spoke, he glanced out the window and headed straight for the office door.

"By the way, good night."

……

Eun Sr. mentioned that the Dementors were a by-product of Helbo's research on Horcrux manufacturing.

It's just that although Helbo is indeed very strong, his research on the soul is also quite in-depth. But if he really wanted to create a new life out of thin air, it was still impossible.

Dementors, originally human.

It's just that those poor people who fell into the hands of Helmo back then were managed by him to "remove" some of the souls that represented positive emotions, so that they eventually became that ghost.

But is this change also part of the rules of the soul?

Maca is not clear...... All he knew was that the Dementors would try to devour people's happiness, presumably instinctively trying to make up for their own soul loss.

And in the end, devouring part of the soul of others is really trying to make up for one's own shortcomings.

It is this "one-to-one" inheritance that will make the number of Dementors never rise, but will always gradually decrease over time.

If it weren't for the fact that they had no natural predators and almost never left the island where Azkaban were, they would have disappeared from this world long ago.

As soon as Maca arrived in London, she found that the temperature had dropped compared to before. But he just stood on the street and looked left and right, but he didn't see any sign of the Dementors.

"It does look like it's passing through here......"

Because most of the entrances to the underground black market are concentrated on the banks of the Thames, he habitually came here to take a few looks. And when he actually found the Dementor, he was already close to the northern suburbs of the city of London.

Standing on the roof of a certain house, I looked up at the black cloak like a rag bag, the sleek, slender claws, and the black-gray mist that enveloped my body...... It only takes a glance to recognize that it is indeed a Dementor.

There were three Dementors roaming around the building opposite.

Maca stood on the roof of the building, not bothering. Because before he arrived, there were already two Aurors who controlled their condensed Patronus spirits and rushed over there.

"Turtles and ...... Could it be a jellyfish? A combination of oceans? ”

He was muttering to himself when he saw the silvery-white jellyfish, which was larger than the Dementors, shaking its long whiskers, and charging at one of the Dementors first.

The Patronus's extremely condensed positive energy is already very restrained from the Dementors. Before the jellyfish slammed into the Dementor's body, the latter had already retreated.

However, the speed of the Dementor's retreat was obviously not as fast as the Jellyfish Patronus who was gaining momentum, and before he could dodge, he was knocked into the ground.

At the same time, the Turtle Patronus who followed closely behind also attacked the other Dementor from the side. Look at its clumsy appearance sliding on all fours, but its speed is as fast as in the sea, and it sprints unexpectedly fast.

When the jellyfish crashed into the Dementor and fled, and turned to chase the third, Maca knew it was almost over.

As he expected, the Aurors would not have too many problems in banishing the Dementors, the problem was how to capture or destroy them.

After observing this battle between the Patronus and the Dementors, Maca began to explore other areas. Occasionally, he would encounter a few Dementors, or an Auror working in pairs, but he didn't find some of the "other things" he expected.

It's a good thing that I didn't find it, but judging from Maca's current understanding of Helbo, the other party would not do such an obviously meaningless thing.

"What is he planning?"

Hiding her body and stepping on her magic book, Maca flew quickly through the air. Kingsley's initial intelligence didn't seem to be wrong, there weren't many Dementors who had been brought to London, and there were only a dozen of them from the end of what Maca had seen.

"Is that Kingsley?"

Seeing a big black bald head on an uninhabited street below, Maca subconsciously took a closer look. After making sure he was right, he landed straight down the street.

"How's it going?"

"Huh?"

Maca disables the invisibility effect around him, which startles Kingsley. Maca reached out and gently blocked the wand that the other party suddenly stretched out, and an apologetic smile appeared on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a hurry......"

"Oh, it's McLean?" Kingsley looked at it and lowered the wand in his hand to his side, "It's okay, it's better than expected...... How so? Luckily it was at night. ”

His words really said what Scrimgeour was thinking.

If a Dementor were to appear in broad daylight, it would be a headache to think about...... Although the relationship between the British Ministry of Magic and Muggle politics is not as bad as that in the United States, if something really happens, the blame will belong to the current Minister of Magic sooner or later.

"Well, it's not in the city center yet," Marka chimed in, and continued, "and what about the Dementors?" Are there any other surprises? ”

When Kingsley heard this, he immediately frowned.

If this came out of someone else's mouth, he would only send one or two men to check it out, but if it was Maca......

"Is it related to the black market evacuation?"

This elite Auror has always had a good brain, and it wouldn't be surprising if someone said that he would be the next Minister of Magic to be elected.

From what he said, it could be heard that he actually knew very little about Helbo, and the Aurors who went to the black market to evacuate the wizard crowd this time were not the team he led.

But even so, he can still make a reasonable guess.

Of course, even Maca can't easily make up its mind until a solid basis is found.

"I'm not sure yet, it's just my guess for now...... But to be cautious, you'd better ask them to be careful and look around. ”

With that, Maca stepped on the magic book and went up again, nodding to Kingsley by the way.

"It's all here, I'll go and search around again to see if I find anything. Pay more attention to yourself, and if there is danger, send a signal, and I will rush to it immediately...... If that's what I think, the danger is certainly not small. ”

"Okay."

Seeing Maca in the air disappear again, Kingsley answered, but he didn't know if Maca heard it.

Out of wariness of Helbo's "meanness", Maca did not wander only around the northern suburbs. There were already enough Aurors at work here, and he had to guard against some possible conspiracy.

"Bang!"

As he flew over a residential area, Maca paused as he seemed to hear a slight impact.

That is, it is the dead of night now, otherwise, he may not really be able to find out.

But just a little movement, there are too many possibilities. Maca stopped in the air and waited for a few more seconds, and when the impact sounded a second time, he decided to go down and find out.

It is a very ordinary residential street, with families on both sides. The house wasn't huge, but at least it was a detached family, which was pretty good for some Muggles who lived in apartment buildings.

The sound that Maca hears comes from one of the seemingly ordinary houses.

"Bang-"

There was another crash, and Maca, who had already fallen to the ground, could even feel the slight tremor of the ground. Seeing that some of the surrounding residents had already turned on the lights, it was obvious that they had noticed the unusual movement.

He stretched out his hand and used a silencer to separate the sound from the surroundings before walking briskly to the window of the house.

The curtains on the first floor were open, but there was no light in the room, and when I looked through the window, I could only see a dimly lit living room.

And at that moment, the voice, accompanied by a slight tremor, once again swept past Maca's ears.

"Bang!"