Dementors of the Blakes

Forget it, if you don’t understand it, don’t think about it anymore. I’ve always been a positive and optimistic dementor, but I’m not good at digging into corners. So, I decided to ask directly!

I wrote a line and handed it under his nose: Are you happy to be with me?

"Which eye of yours is happy to see me?!" Sirius' voice was mixed with the faint grinding of teeth, which seemed extraordinarily ferocious, but it made me find it very interesting.

I continued to write to refute his common sense error: I have no eyes, I am blind.

He took a deep breath, then sighed again, and finally muttered helplessly: "I think I'm just wasting my feelings..."

My heart moved, and I was suddenly relieved.

He really has feelings for me, look, he admitted it himself...

So, I floated over "feelingly", took his chained hand with both hands, and held it tightly, almost speechless, he was so frightened by me that he trembled and trembled Yoyo tried to break free from my clutches, but ended in failure.

"...Can you wash your hands and come back again?" He tried to maintain a calm tone, clearly knowing that our dementors' hands are rotten and scabbed like this, but he still said such words.

This is not irony, he is just used to my way of getting along, knowing this, he can let me let go.

I like this feeling, as if it is the way of getting along with friends.

I still have a lot of doubts that haven't been answered, and I really can't understand what Sirius's heart is like, and what his past should be like, but now, I don't think it really matters.

It would be great if we could keep getting along like this.

Time passed quickly, and I don't know how many days have passed.

I am used to the life of keeping Sirius in captivity. I tease him occasionally, chat with him, take him out for a round in Azkaban, or quietly accompany him to eat. After he finishes eating, it will be his turn. I come to "eat".

Although it is a bit static, for me who is always in a mode in Azkaban, in the mode of life as a caretaker, there is a feeling of someone waiting for me to go back to my residence, which is really reassuring. .

I always thought that this kind of life would continue until Sirius, a human being, gradually died of old age, but I never thought that the accident... would come so quickly.

Moreover, the unexpected arrival was also related to my self-assertion.

Azkaban... The Ministry of Magic came to investigate again, and this time it was the Minister of Magic himself.

Originally, this investigation had nothing to do with Sirius at all. He lived with me, and those people from the Ministry of Magic couldn't get in unless they didn't want to live anymore.

However, since I considered that Sirius would always be alone in the tower and would be very boring, I took it upon myself to rob the various books and newspapers brought by the Minister of Magic to "comfort" the prisoners this time, and shipped them all to the In my cave.

Naturally, I, a blind man, don't need to read newspapers. These are for Sirius to supplement his spiritual food. After leaving the newspapers and books behind, I was busy with patrol work.

When I returned to the cave again, I realized something was wrong.

Sirius' mood...hasn't been this excited for a long time.

"He's at Hogwarts!" Sirius murmured to himself in a hoarse voice, he didn't even notice that I had returned, his emotions were full of hatred, remorse and panic, he trembled and repeated a sentence, "He's in Hogwarts!" Hogwarts!!!"

At this moment, I had an ominous premonition.

In the next few days, Sirius didn't show much strangeness in front of me, but his emotions betrayed him, probably because he was with me for too long, he never even thought that the superficial disguise was a lie But dementors that rely on emotional perception to identify humans.

He did subconsciously regard me as a human being. Even if I continued to smoke happiness, it would not be able to deepen the impression in his mind that I was an evil and terrifying dementor.

I have to admit that sometimes he is such a silly and taken-for-granted guy.

After so many years, looking at his memory, feeling his emotions, and getting along with him, I always feel that I may be the one who understands him best in the world, even the one he keeps in memory. Tom Potter was no match.

So... I actually already guessed that he might escape.

But this day came a little too soon.

Due to a vague premonition in my heart, I went back to find Sirius in advance, and when I approached the entrance of the cave, I already felt that no one was there.

I was not particularly sad and sad, nor was I imagined the pain of being abandoned and betrayed. I floated quietly into the depths of the cave, then lowered my head, and picked up the chains scattered on the ground.

The chain is intact.

In fact, both Sirius and I know that this kind of iron chain can't trap him at all. When an Animagus changes, it will produce an essential physical variation. If the posture changes, it will automatically fall off the iron chain, or break the iron ring.

Now it seems...it fell off automatically.

In the end, it was just a joke between me and him. I always thought that this way I could lock what I wanted, but people's hearts...how can cold metal be trapped.

He once said that he was imprisoned voluntarily to atone for his sins, but now, he still escaped from prison.

He lied to me, and even intends to continue to deceive me to this day.

I guess I should be angry, but actually, I'm not.

I know he will be back soon.

Because I have a trump card!

Sure enough, after waiting for a long time, a big dog ran back with its tail between its legs.

He tiptoed stealthily, the pads of the soles of his feet stomped on the ground silently, trying to get away and get back to the original place. I want to see how he can get the chains on his hands and feet again for himself, and just hide Go to the back of the cabinet.

I felt that his seemingly absent mood swings suddenly became clear, and I knew he had changed back to human form. He seemed to be glad that I hadn't come back, but he held the iron chain and made the sound of metal clashing, obviously he couldn't think of it. I don't know how to put it on for myself.

Ha... idiot, do you really think I'm so easy to deceive?

After almost dodging the bottom where he was spinning around in a hurry, I suddenly turned around, floated out of the cabinet, and appeared in front of his eyes.

He froze immediately, too frightened to move.

I didn't show my aura to scare him, and I didn't intend to expose his desire to escape from prison. After all, we have been together for so long, and I really can't bear to let him accept the dementor's kiss.

I approached him calmly, and then caressed his side face eeriely.

Whoops, he's dripping with cold sweat, do you really think I'll be so angry that I'll hit you hard?That really hurts my heart.

I got excited immediately, I rubbed his skin for a while, touched his earlobe for a while, and finally slid my fingers down and pinched his chin.

Hmm...you can pinch your double chin.

I secretly laughed in my heart, this guy has been carefully "raised" by me in the past few years, I don't know how much fat he has gained, and how much weight he has soared. Gaining weight, it really doesn't look like going to jail, but it really looks like coming to support the elderly.

I actually know the reason why he couldn't escape. Although there is no iron railing in my cave, any window in the entire Azkaban is covered with railings. As long as it is destroyed, the alarm will sound immediately.

Both the front door and the back door are tightly closed, and they cannot be opened unless there are special circumstances.

Therefore, it is useless for him to sneak out from me, and it is useless for Animagus to avoid the induction of my family, and it is also useless to be able to get out through the railing of the window.

Well, in his big dog Animagus form, he might still be able to drill if he was leaner, but is he lean?

They are all fat and bulging, and if they turn into dogs, they may still have meat hanging from their stomachs.

Still want to drill out like this?

You dream you!silly dog! ! !

That's right!This... is my magic weapon, my trump card!

If you want to slip, I won't stop you, so just go ahead and slip.

I pinched his chin with a heavy hand, and secretly laughed in my heart.

I would like to see how long it takes you to reduce from a fat domestic dog to a skinny stray dog!

I will never admit that I deliberately stuffed things for you to eat like a pig, and I will never admit that I deliberately watched your jokes!I let you escape!no way! ! !

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I—a dementor, a dementor who has grown pets into a heavyweight, said that keeping pets is very experienced, and pets with fat flesh are comfortable to the touch. Now the dog is fattened and wants to run away. Fat, let me see where you are going...