I was expelled from Hogwarts?

All living things have three processes of birth, death and reproduction.

But the dementor is an exception. It is immortal, beyond life and death, and no one has even seen how it reproduces.

The British Ministry of Magic's version of this is that dementors are born like fungi out of thin air in the most rotten, dark places, but the truth is...

Except for the island where the dementor was first discovered, the whole world has never heard of a wild dementor being born.

Contrary to the rumors. Newt sat on the cage, looked at the forest in the distance, and said softly:

The place where the dementor was born is extremely clean, and even a wizard once commented that 'the dementor is the purest creature in the world'.

Who said that? Rove asked curiously.

Extis. Newt said softly, He was the first wizard to discover the dementors, and he lived on the island where the dementors were found, and built a fortress to study them.

Later, Extis disappeared suddenly, and no one knew where he went. Newt said solemnly.

disappear suddenly?

Yes, it disappeared suddenly. Newt said with a certain tone: Extis' things are still on the island, his clothes, notes, and gold are all still on the island.

With the disappearance of Extis, the magic he cast around the island became invalid, and the Ministry of Magic noticed the island and the dementors on it.

The Ministry of Magic also discovered that Extis left various materials. Newt whispered: I was working in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, and I accidentally came into contact with some of the materials.

Later, I made a special trip to Azkaban to study dementors.

At Christmas last year, I was on the Orient Express, and I heard Mundungus mention it. He said that he met you in Azkaban. Rove said suddenly.

Mundungus? Haha, I did meet him. Newt smiled and said:

At that time, he also helped me a little bit, allowing me to avoid the dementors and observe on the island.

What did you see?

I saw... Newt rubbed his eyebrows and recalled:

In the center of the island, there is a small lake with extremely clear water. Then a man emerged from the bottom of the lake, as if bubbles were floating up from the bottom of the water.

But the man grew old shortly after he landed, his cheeks rotted, his face was left with empty eye sockets, and a large hole appeared in his mouth... and finally looked exactly like a dementor.

Rove was a little surprised. This sounded very similar to the process of rapid oxidation of the corpses preserved in those tombs for thousands of years when exposed to fresh air.

What's under the lake? the boy asked curiously.

I don't know either. Newt shook his head and said, I was soon discovered by the dementors, and there are dementors guarding it.

Rove fell into deep thought, so the dementor was born at the bottom of that lake?

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storm,

Sweeping the entire sea area.

The strong wind carried the sea water rolling away, wave after wave, crazily churning.

A black carriage was flying hard over the sea, and the strong wind whizzed by, shaking it violently like a ship in the sea.

The seven-headed thestrals were pulling the carriage, and their hair was crackling. Although there was no wizard to direct them, they still flew steadily towards the small island in the distance.

Their target is Azkaban!

Inside the carriage sat four wizards: three Aurors and a criminal.

The criminal had his hands and feet bound in chains, and his body was also bound with magic rope locks.

As long as he tried to use magic, even the slightest wave of magic, the rope would immediately shrink, strangling him alive.

The prisoner was sobbing, screaming like a baby, and shouting that he didn't want to go to Azkaban, which made the Aurors beside him extremely irritable.

Shut up, Pettigrew Peter! Cooper yelled loudly, If you cry again, I'll cut off your bottom and feed it to thestrals!!

Peter was terrified, he shut up immediately, didn't say another word, didn't whine again, but his nose was still sniffling.

Don't scare Peter, Cooper. According to my observations during this time, this guy is really timid. The tall wizard on the side whistled and said with a smirk:

If you want me to say, he needs to be slapped a few times, and then severely whipped, and he will be completely quiet.

Peter was so frightened that he didn't even dare to swallow his nose.

You really have a bad taste, Dane. Cooper looked at Peter again, and said with a sneer:

Peter Pettigrew, you'll be held in Azkaban until your bones turn gray, and you deserve it, don't you, Dawlish?'

Cooper looked at the short-haired man who hadn't spoken since he set off.

Dawlish nodded slightly and said, That's right.

At this moment, a flash of lightning passed through the window, illuminating the entire carriage, brighter than the sun on a sunny day.

Cooper approached the window and looked out the window. He said loudly, I hate heavy rain!

The thunder drowned out his words, and also Dawlish's voice, and there was another flash of lightning in the distance, blindingly bright.

For some reason, Cooper caught a glimpse of green light through the glasses.

Just as Cooper was about to turn around, one hand was already grabbing his hair, pulling his head, and slammed into the wall hard, the impact was so violent that he could hardly breathe.

Cooper's wand was knocked out, and a black rope bound him tightly like a silkworm chrysalis.

He fell to the ground, his pupils dilated.

It turned out that Dane had been killed by Avada Kedavra on his seat, his face was terrified and his death was horrific.

But it wasn't Peter Pettigrew who did it, he was still firmly tied to his position, it was... Dawlish!

Everything happened too fast, and before Cooper could react, he saw Dawlish open the car door and drag him out.

Cooper stretched out his feet, trying to hook the chair as hard as he could, but he pushed so hard that his feet just brushed the smooth surface of the seat.

Dawlish dragged Cooper to the outside of the carriage, and there was a vast sea below, and Cooper was dangling in mid-air, out of breath.

Why? Cooper cried. Dawlish!

Shut up! Dawlish yelled, If you scream again, I'll cut off your bottom and feed it to thestrals!!

...

Dawlish raised his wand and pointed it at Cooper. After a flash of green light, his body fell down and fell into the sea.

Dawlish returned to the carriage and pointed his wand at Peter.

Peter stared straight at Dawlish, he wanted to vomit, but couldn't, his nails dug deep into his arms, trembling all over, and weeping violently.

Dawlish's appearance changed suddenly and rapidly, as if it was time for a Polyjuice Potion.

The white awn of lightning illuminated the room, and Peter saw the face clearly. He was so frightened that he couldn't breathe, his whole body was dumbfounded, and his breathing was short of breath.

you you……

The man stuffed Cooper's wand into Peter's hand, and he whispered:

Remember, go all the way east...to the Albanian forest...to find...the Dark Lord!

He's waiting for you!

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(Brothers, this chapter is from yesterday, and it has been under review, and it has been reviewed all night... I asked the editor in charge to release it in the morning, sorry.)