"Dementors have appeared in London. The number does not seem to be large, but the situation of Muggles is a bit bad... At present, the Ministry of Magic has sent Aurors to deal with it urgently. We have to wait for the news from Kingsley..."
In the fire in the fireplace, the coals and flames intertwined to form the shape of a human face, and the mouth opened and closed, and Lupin's voice came from it.
This is a way to use floo powder. Of course, it cannot be used by a guy like Maka who explodes the furnace at the touch of it.
"...Kingsley said before he went that if the actual number of Dementors was more than what was reported in the intelligence, or if this incident had too great an impact on Muggle society, Scrimgeour would probably not be able to bear it and go to you. of."
At the end, Lupine paused.
"And..." He thought for a while and asked, "Look, should we go and help?"
To be honest, as soon as Maka heard about Dementors, some words of Ewan Ravenclaw immediately flashed in her mind. If we think about Haierbo's secret activities that are most taboo, there is almost no suspense about the relationship between the two.
"Don't go there - I'm not too worried about the dementors alone. After all, Muggles can't see those magical creatures. What I'm worried about is that there might be other things... "
Aurors at the Ministry of Magic are not just messing around!
Since dark wizards in the magical world are always being suppressed, the selection and training of Aurors have very high standards. Kingsley alone could skillfully use the Patronus Charm to drive away Dementors.
Of course, those things are indeed more difficult to deal with. If you want to really kill them, you must condense a physical guardian spirit.
"Anyway, I will go and take a look, you don't need to act. Especially Sirius, keep a close eye on him!"
After Lupine took the initiative to end the conversation and the fire calmed down again, Maka shrugged at Professor McGonagall and the others.
"Oh, I'm afraid I won't have time to sleep tonight... Sorry, please don't make the tea!"
He said, glanced out the window, and then walked straight to the office door.
"By the way, good night."
…
Old Yoon mentioned that Dementors were originally a by-product of Halbo's research into Horcrux manufacturing.
However, although Haierbo is indeed very strong, his research on the soul is also quite in-depth. But it is still impossible for him to create a brand new life out of thin air.
Dementors were originally humans.
It's just that those poor people who fell into Haierbo's hands back then, he managed to "remove" part of their souls that represented positive emotions, so that they eventually turned into that ghostly appearance.
But is this change also part of the rules of the soul
Maka didn't know... He only knew that dementors would try to devour people's happiness, probably because they were instinctively trying to make up for the lack of their own souls.
And in the end, part of the soul that devours others is truly trying to make up for its own imperfections.
It is this kind of "one-to-one" inheritance that makes the number of dementors never rise, but always gradually decreases with the years.
If they had no natural enemies and almost never left the island where Azkaban was located, they might have disappeared from the world long ago.
As soon as Maka arrived in London, she found that the temperature here had indeed dropped compared to before. But he just stood on the street and looked around, but he didn't see any signs of any suspected dementors.
"It does look like I'm passing by here..."
Because the entrances to the underground black market were mostly concentrated along the Thames River, he habitually came here to take a look first. And when he actually found the Dementor, it was already close to the northern suburbs of London.
Standing on the roof of a certain house and looking up, you can see the black cloak like a rag bag, the dry and slender claws, and the black-gray mist covering the whole body... It only takes one glance to recognize that it is indeed a dementor. That's right.
There were three dementors wandering around the opposite building.
Maka stood on the roof of the building here and didn't interfere much. Because before he arrived, two Aurors had already controlled their condensed patronus and rushed over there.
"Turtles and... is that a jellyfish? A marine combination?"
He was muttering to himself when he saw the silver-white jellyfish, which was larger than the dementors, shaking its long beards and rushing towards one of the dementors first.
The extremely solid positive energy of the Patron Saint is very restrained by Dementors. Before the jellyfish hit the Dementor's body, the latter already had the intention of retreating.
However, the dementor's retreat speed was obviously not as fast as the charging jellyfish patron saint, and it was hit before it had time to dodge.
At the same time, the Turtle Patronus who followed closely attacked another Dementor from the side. Look at the clumsy way it slides its limbs, but its speed is as fast as in the sea, and its sprint is surprisingly fast.
When the jellyfish hit the dementor and fled in panic, and turned around to chase the third one, Maka knew that it was almost over.
As he expected, the Aurors would not encounter too many problems in expelling the dementors. The problem was how to capture or eliminate these dementors.
After observing the battle between the patron saint and the dementors, Maka began to explore other areas. Occasionally, he would encounter a few scattered Dementors or Aurors working together in pairs, but he just didn't find some of the "other things" he expected.
Not being discovered is naturally a good thing, but judging from Maka's current understanding of Haierbo, the other party would not do such an obviously meaningless thing.
"What is he planning?"
Hiding her figure and holding the magic book on her feet, Maka flew quickly through the air. Kingsley's initial intelligence seemed to be correct. There were not many dementors brought to London. Adding up what Maka saw from end to end, there were only a dozen or so.
"Is that Kingsley?"
When she saw a dark, bald man on a deserted street below, Maka took a closer look subconsciously. After confirming that he was right, he landed directly on that street.
"How is it going?"
"ha?"
Maka released the invisibility effect beside him, which shocked Kingsley. Maka stretched out her hand to gently block the wand that the other party suddenly stretched out, and an apologetic smile appeared on her face.
"Sorry, I'm a little anxious..."
"Oh, is it McClane?" Kingsley took a closer look and then lowered the wand in his hand to his side. "The situation is not bad, better than expected... How should I put it? Fortunately it is at night."
His words really expressed Scrimgeour's thoughts.
If dementors appeared in broad daylight, it would be a headache just thinking about it... Although the relationship between the British Ministry of Magic and Muggle politics is not as bad as that in the United States, if something goes wrong, sooner or later the current president will be blamed. The Minister of Magic's.
"Yeah, and it's not in the city center," Maka agreed, and then continued, "What about the dementors? Are there any other unexpected situations?"
Kingsley frowned immediately when he heard this.
If this sentence were said by others, he would at most send one or two men to investigate, but if it was Maka who said this...
"Is it related to the evacuation of the black market?"
This elite Auror has always been very clever. If someone said that he would be the next elected Minister of Magic, Maka would not be surprised at all.
It can be heard from his words that he actually knows very little about Haierbo, and the Auror team that went to the black market to evacuate the wizards this time was not led by him.
But even so, he could still make a reasonable guess.
Of course, even Maka can't make a conclusion easily without finding any solid basis.
"I'm not sure yet. It's just my guess for the time being... But to be cautious, you'd better ask them to be careful and check their surroundings more."
Having said this, Maka stepped up on the magic book and nodded to Kingsley.
"Come here, let me search everywhere again to see if I find anything. You should also pay more attention to yourself. If there is danger, send a signal and I will rush over immediately... If it is as I think, the danger is definitely Not too small."
"OK."
Seeing Maka disappearing in the air again, Kingsley responded, but he didn't know if Maka heard it.
Out of caution against Helbo's "despicable" nature, Maka did not just wander around the northern suburbs. There were already enough Aurors busy here, and what he wanted to guard against were some possible conspiracies.
"Bang!"
While flying over a residential area, Maka suddenly paused because he seemed to hear a slight impact.
That is to say, it was quiet at night, otherwise, he might not have been able to discover it.
But just a little movement, there are too many possibilities. Maka paused in the air and waited for a few more seconds. When the crash sounded for the second time, he decided to go down and find out.
This is a very ordinary residential street, with households on both sides. The house is not big, but at least it is a single-family house, which is quite good for some Muggles who live in apartment buildings.
The sound that Maka heard came from one of the seemingly ordinary houses.
"Bang—"
There was another impact, and Maka, who had already landed on the ground, could even feel the slight vibrations on the ground. Seeing that some of the surrounding residents had turned on their lights, they had obviously noticed the unusual movement.
He first waved his hand and used a silencing spell to isolate the sound from the surroundings, and then walked quickly towards the window of the house.
The curtains on the first floor were open, but there was no light in the room. Looking inside against the window, I could only see a dim living room.
And at this moment, the sound, accompanied by a slight vibration, passed by Maka's ears again.
"Bang!"