Dementors of the Blakes

I love this warrior, he's so much fun.

Although, I originally wanted to use him as the experimental material of my great plan, but now, I am reluctant.

The new female prisoner is crazy, I'm afraid I'll confuse the warrior's good genes, I think I should really find a human female who is as friendly and bold as this Sirius Black, and match him, so that it is a good match.

What's more, the lunatic and Sirius both have the surname Black, and humans seem to reject mating with the same surname. I think I should abide by their customs. I am a good dementor with a good character.

The feeling of holding hands, remember my heart.

For this reason, I am willing to postpone or even give up my whim research, not to mention that I have now found a new pleasure-I want to have further communication with my new friends.

I rummaged through the cloak and found a special key that only the squad leader is qualified to equip, and I opened the cell door for Sirius.

Oh, of course I don't want to let him out, this is to harm him, he will be kissed by my people!

I just want to get in touch with him more closely, and the railing erected between us is really too intrusive.

So, I locked myself in.

"Do you have the key?" Sirius' voice seemed surprised, and I felt a little smug in my heart: "Of course I do, I'm the captain!"

I pretended to be nonchalant and slowly floated towards him, stretching out my hand just to get close to him.

But what I didn't expect was that he avoided my hand.

Huh?What's wrong?Wasn't it fine just now?

"I'm sorry..." He said in a low voice, then turned around and walked into the cell, as if sitting back on his own bed, "I can't go with you..."

I didn't let you go with me, I tilted my head and looked puzzled.

"I deserve it." The emotions that were relatively active just now almost dimmed all at once, "I killed James, if it wasn't for me...my arrogance, my arrogance, my credulity..."

There is a faint smell of tears in the air, is he crying?

I didn't know what to do for a while, I couldn't see it, but I could feel his most sad and regretful emotion, I could hear his whimpering, but I could smell his sad smell.

Is he... lowering his head and burying his face in his palm?

I couldn't help it anymore, even though I knew it was terrible that my hands were rotten, I still floated in front of him, stretched out my hand, and rubbed the top of his head.

Oh, he was actually crying with his head down.

I felt a little weird in my heart, but before I could think about it, I felt that he seemed to be stiff, and then he kept his head looking down, and asked me a question with a distorted voice: "You...how do you No feet?"

Yes what's the matter?Does he still want to touch my feet?

To show that I was indeed footless, I raised my cloak considerably so that he might see it better.

Under the cloak, there was nothing.

It's normal to have nothing, because we Dementors are a formless creature.

We have been wearing a cloak since we were born. Although we have hands and arms, and a head under the hood, the torso and lower limbs covered by the cloak itself are not there.

What's so strange about this?Isn't this common sense?

He made such a fuss...

However, the facts proved to me that his fuss was obviously far beyond my imagination.

He seemed to want to jump up, but he had to know that the bed was against the wall. When he jumped back, he hit the back of his head, and there was a muffled sound, which shocked me a lot.

What's the matter?Why are you so surprised?

I stretched out my hand subconsciously, but before I touched him, I heard a gurgling sound from his throat. He was very emotional. To be precise, he was afraid.

What is there to be afraid of?He even dared to touch my bloody hand, so how could he be afraid of a formless nothingness?

I was very worried that he would become as vulgar as other human beings, from a warrior to a coward, and I decided to take immediate action to kill all this fear in the cradle.

I stood still, my brain was running fast, and finally, I concluded that he was afraid of me because he had never seen such a special shape of a dementor, that is to say, it was because of his shallow knowledge.

Just look at it more and more, and he'll get used to it.

Thinking of this, I immediately stretched out my hand and snapped my fingers, ignoring Sirius' feeling of becoming more horrified, and prepared to implement my plan.

I know that my people are all lurking around here, waiting for me to flock up to enjoy the delicious meal after I finish eating for the first time, but this time it won't work, Sirius is not for smoking them.

I want to take good care of him, he is mine.

In order to compensate those of my tribe who are not full, I will give up my daily meal opportunities a few times, and the female Blake just now will also give them full authority.

The new inmates are always the tastiest.

I snapped my fingers to call my people, and they gathered outside the cell somberly. I didn't feel much, but I noticed that Sirius' emotions dimmed all of a sudden.

Oh guys, you're not suppressing your visceral aura well enough to scare my Blake!

I immediately issued a threat, telling them to stay calm, and then I issued a new order.

My people's thoughts are very direct and simple.

They didn't study why, but obediently obeyed the order, and formed a horizontal row outside the cell railing.

Then, I gave an order, and they lowered their heads neatly, stretched out their claws, and raised their cloaks, their movements were very crisp and neat, and their momentum was also very amazing.

Inside the cloak... it was nothingness, it was the formless expression of my race.

I felt Sirius's emotions tense for an instant, and then stopped abruptly. He fell under my black cloak with a "clang--", unconscious...

Oh boy, you are so weak.

I decided to try again.

However, not now.

At this moment, the clansmen outside the prison door are a little ready to move. They are attracted by the happiness of this human being, and they can't control it. I have to disperse them, appease them, and lead them to other prisoners.

This in itself is my responsibility, not to mention, if I hadn't protected that lunatic first, and then turned to protect Sirius, the clansmen would not have been so hungry.

There are only two new prisoners assigned to this area, and it is impossible for me to protect them all. Therefore, I can only give up the previous madwoman Black, and the matter of wanting to get back to the place before was thrown away by me in an instant. In the back of my mind, I don't remember at all.

Very well, let's arrange it like this.

I reached out and carried Sirius from the ground back to the bed. When I touched him, his whole body was tense and his mood was very tense. In fact, his mood was only blank for a while, and he immediately regained consciousness, but he I refused to get up from the ground and insisted on lying there pretending to be dizzy. I was very puzzled.

Forget it, let's not expose him.

His emotions are very tangled and complicated at this time, maybe even he can't explain why, my racial characteristics made me feel it clearly, so I decided to give him time to sort out and ease, I hope next time When he comes back, he can be as sweet and funny as before.

I floated out of the cell slowly, locked the door, and left again.

But I didn't expect that this human being let me down.

Sirius never regained his previous mood, and never calmed down with me again. He was still sad and miserable, and he was always trapped in his own emotions.

He is wary and fearful of every dementor. He probably can't tell the difference between me and my tribe, between my tribe and my tribe, and which one is which, even though there is still a trace of doubt in his emotions Reconciled, but... in general, hostile.

I don't understand him, he can clearly feel that he is being protected.

The tribe gave me face, try to avoid him, stay away from him, and suppress my aura towards him. I actually feel guilty for this, because not every tribe is as good at this aspect as I am. For those who prefer to obey For some instinctive tribesmen, this is a very difficult thing.

I really like my people, although in the eyes of humans, they bring despair, have no emotion, suck happiness and soul, and are demon-like creatures, but I know that they are all simple individuals, even if many thoughts Not very agile, very single, and not very emotional, but it is very easy to get along with them.

I think, I can't stand a human being... who was treated preferentially because of my personal interests, forced my people, but didn't know good or bad at all, and always looked at us with disgust and hostility.

My patience is limited, and so is my interest.

Sirius Black, I'm almost at the breaking point.

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I—a dementor, a dementor who is very angry now, is thinking about whether to give some unknown guy... some color!This monster is very angry, and the consequences are very serious!