Dementors of the Blakes

However, before I could force Sirius to like this hapless fate, I suddenly got busy myself.

There was an accident in Azkaban. A member of the tribe lost control for no reason, kissed a prisoner, and sucked his soul away. That tribe member was even the captain of that area.

Originally, this had nothing to do with me, but unfortunately, that area happened to be connected to the area under my jurisdiction. Because the team leader committed a crime and was dismissed, there is no suitable and qualified clan member to take his place. , the tragic me...inexplicably became an agent...

One person is in charge of two areas, so I don't have time to have fun with Sirius.

But that's fine, because I know that the official management captain will be elected soon, but the bigger problem is still to come, because the clansman lost control this time and kissed the prisoner who shouldn't be kissed, making Humans from outside have become worried about our family, and the Ministry of Magic will inspect Azkaban in the near future.

... I hate the fact that irrelevant humans set foot on the land of Azkaban. They can neither provide happiness nor dedicate their souls. They like to point fingers. My family has a very clear perception of human emotions. The Ministry of Magic, while fearing and loathing us, also has a kind of superior contempt. They are superior to others, and my family... are all evil creatures.

It's really annoying, but there's nothing I can do about it, and I finally ushered in the day of the Ministry of Magic inspection.

When the Ministry of Magic patrols, there is another thing that makes me very annoying, that is, all people in my family need to avoid it.

Few of our tribe go back to suppress the aura, especially in the outside world, so humans don't know our ability. In addition, our tribe hates the Ministry of Magic, let alone force ourselves for this.

Therefore, in order to prevent my family from harming the noble adults of the Ministry of Magic, we all dispersed to the outskirts of Azkaban, allowing those outsiders to enter the prison to investigate the prisoner's situation.

This is our home, but we must make concessions for human beings.

I hate all humans except food and Sirius.

Fortunately, they will be gone soon.

When the people from the Ministry of Magic gradually began to evacuate, the people of my family also returned to their posts in order and continued their normal lives.

And at this time, I found a subtle anomaly.

One prisoner's mood swings are very strange. In fact, my tribe's way of thinking would not notice such details, because the prisoner's smell has not changed, but I have always been different from my tribe.

I floated to his cell and reached out to touch the name plate hanging on the door: Barty Crouch Jr.

This prisoner was not under my jurisdiction in the first place, and will be handed over to other clansmen in the near future, but I still feel uneasy, and I still feel that something is not going well. I reached out and touched the prison door, and then I was slightly taken aback. Dust accumulated, it seems to have been wiped off, someone opened the cell door.

People from the Ministry of Magic...is it necessary to go to the prison?

I don't think it's good. In addition, I haven't suppressed my aura now. That person's happiness itself is flowing into my body. I simply moved into his memory.

There, there is a fragrance of birds and flowers.

"Honey, let me see the baby." The woman who just gave birth was smiling, she is the owner of the memory, she took the little baby, her voice was very gentle, "Look, our son is so cute , tell me, what name should you give him?"

A man with a serious and rigid expression stood beside the woman's bed, no matter how tough his expression was, he could inadvertently reveal warmth: "My Barty Crouch's son is naturally Barty Jr."

……

I abruptly ended my memory prying, and slammed my palm on the railing.

It wasn't Barty Crouch Jr. in prison, it was his mother!

I was shocked, although I don't know how they hid my clan's perception, in fact, if it weren't for me, a strange dementor who especially likes to spy on other people's memories while smoking happiness, my clan really wouldn't be able to find out This drop.

Immediately I intend to warn: Stop the Ministry of Magic officials, someone escaped from prison.

However, before I could make a noise to notify the clansmen, a slight moan from the man in the cell stopped me.

She seemed ill, and for a long time, very ill.

However, her mood was very calm and serene. I stood in front of her cell door, and I would never suppress my aura to anyone except facing Sirius, but her mood was not painful.

She might be dying, but she didn't deserve to die here, in a cold, filthy cell, dying slowly in desperation, in despair of losing her joy, under the aura of a dementor.

She is not my prisoner, she is innocent.

I ended up sounding the alarm.

In fact, I really don't know how powerful my warning is.

From this, it can be concluded that the people of my family really have a deep grudge against the so-called Ministry of Magic, and they have been patient because of the transaction and cooperation with the Ministry of Magic. Whether it was right or not, they rushed out of the castle in a swarm, stopping the Ministry of Magic people who had just retreated to the gate of the castle.

After stopping it?Who is Barty Jr.?

Damn, who knows, isn't it that it's hard to tell if it's hidden?Kill them all first!

I would rather kill by mistake than let it go.

As for the occasional few rational officials of the Ministry of Magic who tried hard to maintain order and used language magic that could communicate with our clan, they were all secretly assassinated by our clan, cutting off the beginning of the long language magic.

How can I give you a chance to speak clearly?Oh no, we don't know anything...

As a result, a group of dementors surrounded the people of the Ministry of Magic, and their horsepower aura was set to the highest level ever, and they rushed up in groups. Although the few God-calling guards who occasionally approached were the natural enemies of our clan, But it didn't have much effect when it couldn't resist the ant army that was as tall as a mountain.

Pain, despair, cry! ! !

Let you pretend again! ! !

So... this is the whole truth about the "massacre caused by a package swap" that became famous in the magic world in the future - "Dementor Runaway Day". Doubtful...

In short, when I drifted slowly to the scene, I said that I was also very surprised.

I always thought that this kind of character of throwing stones into trouble and stepping wildly with their tails is the unique essence of this dementor, and my simple-minded clansmen would never do such things, but now it seems ... The word "flock of birds" is not without reason...

The clansmen have grown up and know how to protect themselves, I am very pleased...

But in any case, this can't really kill people, we and the Ministry of Magic will continue to cooperate.

Therefore, through the efforts of our various team leaders, we finally stopped the blood-boiling clansmen who expressed deep abhorrence for the behavior of contempt for our profession such as escape from prison, and sent representatives to communicate with representatives of the Ministry of Magic.

Through special language magic, people from my family were finally able to convey the whole story to everyone in the Ministry of Magic. The officials of the Ministry of Magic who threatened to make people from my family look good were instantly speechless. They successfully found out the real minibus. Facing the facts, Dee, that is, the man pretending to be Mrs. Crouch, could only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach.

Oh, poor Barty Crouch, the father of Barty Jr., his political career is over, wondering if he will be sent in to be with his son?

No, he doesn't have this chance either, because in Azkaban, there is only one ending for prisoners who try to escape, and that is to accept our kiss, which is the final destination of Barty Crouch Jr.

And these are not things I should care about.

After settling everything, before I knew it, I came to Sirius' cell again.

"Why is it so lively today?" Sirius also has a heart for gossip. Although I haven't stopped absorbing his happiness recently, the amount is very moderate and well controlled each time, so... his mental state is also Then it got better.

Probably the prison cell of one person is really boring, and he also likes to talk to me more and more.

And my answer, of course, is all scribbling: someone escaped from prison.

Then, I wrote him the whole story carefully, and he was a little dazed. He said, "Crouch is a very upright person. I really didn't expect him to do such a thing."

His tone made me a little unhappy, so I asked him: Do you think he deserved it?

"That's natural. Barty Jr. is an evil Death Eater and should be imprisoned in Azkaban. Barty Crouch is too confused to use public affairs for personal gain."

I was silent, how should I tell him, even if I am not a human being, I hesitated at the moment of warning.

My hands were trembling, and I wrote sharply on the paper: What about you?Sirius Black, is there anyone in this world willing to save you in such a foolish way?

He didn't say a word again, and stood there with suppressed emotions, full of confusion.

I have been here for a long time, so long that I thought he would not answer me, but he said to me: "No, but I don't regret it."

If you didn't regret it, then you wouldn't tell me that.

He seemed to feel that his words were not convincing enough, and he didn’t know whether it was for convincing me or himself, he told me word by word: “I, Sirius Black, have fallen to the point where I am today, and I only hate myself for being credulous. Villain, so I should make amends here, and I don't regret anything else."

If your emotions are not so sad, then, I believe you.

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I—a dementor, a dementor who is becoming more and more like a human being, maybe I have a strange disease, I will feel soft-hearted and sad, it is all your fault, because you treat me as a human being Treat, even if... you didn't discover it yourself.