Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 320 Churchill's Black Dog
The midday sun shone on the fountain at Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort and Lucius, as well as Narcissa, Bella, and Professor George Finn from London, were drinking afternoon tea at the table in front of the fountain.

"I can't believe, Mr. Voldemort, that there are such creatures in this world."

Professor George Finn glanced into the distance, where there was a stone wall.

It's a pity that he is not a wizard, so he can't see the Soul Eater Hoddle inside.

"You needn't be surprised by that, Professor Fern."

Voldemort took a sip of the hot chocolate and continued, "Dark wizards have created many similar creatures, but this is one of the most unique."

"He is indeed unique, Mr. Voldemort."

Professor George Finn also took a sip of hot chocolate and said, "It seems that the psychological treatment plan for those Death Eaters has to be modified. That guy will make them more vulnerable."

"Fragility? No, Professor Fern, that will only make people crazier."

Voldemort smiled and shook his head, "I can't even imagine what they would do if they were thrown directly into the wizarding world without your help."

Professor George Finn nodded with a smile, agreeing with Voldemort's statement.

On the other hand, Bella frowned dissatisfiedly and stared at Professor Fern, obviously she was very hostile to him.

This is not because he has treated Bella, but because he called Voldemort, which made Bella very dissatisfied.

Lucius, on the other hand, was in the complete opposite of her state.

He enjoyed Voldemort in this state very much. It seemed that humans and animals were harmless, and he did not speak in a hurry.

It feels like Voldemort has turned into a Muggle at this time, chatting with an old Muggle friend.

He knew it wasn't an illusion, but he didn't dare to be as presumptuous as before.

After all, the last epiphany in Azkaban made him realize his problem.

Voldemort may have softened, but that was no excuse for his audacity.

Wolves eat meat, dogs eat shit, this is an eternal truth.

He felt that it was better not to try to challenge this truth.

"If I want to store this creature in my new body, Professor Fern, can you give me any advice?" Voldemort asked the purpose of inviting Professor Finn this time.

Professor George Finn frowned and said, "As you said before, is it stored in emotions?"

Voldemort nodded, but he couldn't think of any other way.

"I don't know magic, so I can't give you more advice on how to do it, Mr. Voldemort."

Professor George Finn thought about it, but there was no complete rejection in his words.

Voldemort nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"But it seems to me that even if you do—it must be difficult—its ability to absorb happy emotions must haunt you."

Professor George Finn said seriously, "In the end, how to put him in the mood may not be the biggest difficulty. The real difficulty is probably how to eliminate the trouble he caused you."

Voldemort nodded solemnly, this was also the question that bothered him.

The only known way to resist dementors, apart from the Patronus Charm, is the only stone bore.

There are many such stones in the castle of Azkaban.

It can effectively isolate wizards and dementors, and protect the strikers who are resident there.

"Do you think there is any way to resist them?" Lucius asked suddenly.

Professor George Finn glanced at Hoddle in the distance, with a more interested look in his eyes.

I have to say that this is a very courageous psychiatrist.

After experiencing the initial surprise, he was full of curiosity about everything in the wizarding world.

And the dementors are an existence that makes him want to stop.

After all, scholars who study psychology are naturally curious about this mysterious creature that can affect other people's emotions.

"I need to observe more closely, gentlemen, otherwise I can't really understand that feeling just by listening to your narration." Professor George Finn said.

Lucius looked at Voldemort, after all, it was dangerous to do so.

And Voldemort attaches great importance to Professor George Finn, and he dare not make a decision beyond Voldemort.

"Of course, but if you get into trouble, it's better to let us know in advance."

Voldemort nodded, took out his wand and waved it.

He didn't chant the spell, but there was a gap in the stone wall in the distance.

"Hoddle, get close, but don't over-suck the pleasure."

cried Voldemort, reaching out to stroke Nagini at the same time.

The moment Hoddle walked out of the stone wall, she let out a threatening "hiss".

"Is he near?" asked Professor George Finn with a shudder.

"Yes, just five meters behind you," Voldemort said.

Professor George Finn nodded and looked five meters behind him.

As far as he could see, there was nothing there.

"He's still approaching, Professor Fern, which may lead to more pleasure being sucked out of you, get ready," said Voldemort again.

Professor George Finn gave him a nervous look and nodded to show that he understood.

The dementor Hoddle approached again, and the cold air on his body made Voldemort feel uncomfortable.

As for happiness...

The ability of the dementor is not enough to suck his happiness, after he has become more and more proficient in mastering his talents.

"Oh, my God, make him stop."

Professor George Finn screamed tremblingly, his face was frighteningly pale.

"Okay, Hoddle, go back," said Voldemort in a commanding tone.

Hoddle looked at him, then glanced at Professor George Finn greedily, and then reluctantly left, ready to enter the stone wall.

"No, Voldemort, don't let him get too far away from me, let me feel it again."

The shivering Professor George Finn said while resisting the pain.

Voldemort frowned and thought, but did not immediately follow Professor George Finn's words.

He didn't want Professor George Finn to have any accidents. After all, there might not be that many Muggles who are truly capable and willing to help Death Eaters.

Moreover, this is very familiar to use.

It's just surprising that the dementor Hoddle didn't leave. He seemed to understand the meaning of Professor George Finn's words.

"Well, stand still," Voldemort said to Hoddle, "and don't be too greedy."

Hoddle nodded obediently, and at the same time slowed down the speed of smoking happiness again.

"It was horrible. At that moment, I felt like I fell into the abyss." Professor George Finn said loudly.

"That feeling is the same as what we described, isn't it?" Lucius asked.

"No, it's completely different."

Professor George Finn exclaimed, "He's trying to push me into the abyss, make me like those depressed people."

"depression?"

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, he really hadn't thought about it before.

However, when Professor George Finn said this, he felt that the people whose happiness was absorbed by the dementors were really similar to those suffering from depression.

"Do you think there is any way to resist him?" Lucius asked again.

Professor George Finn turned his head and glanced into the distance, then shrugged and said, "I can't think of it, at least for now, my God, I finally understand what Churchill said."

"Churchill? The prime minister, what did he say?" Lucius asked.

"Depression is like a black dog that bites me at every opportunity."

Professor George Finn exclaimed, "I feel like he's around me, like the black dog is chasing me."

(End of this chapter)