Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 66 The restrained dementor

The withered wind surged out from the dark hole and blew on Voldemort's face.

Not smelly, slightly rotten, but more dusty.

Voldemort stared at the front, if the dementor in front of him dared to kiss him, he would not hesitate to use black magic.

Fortunately, this one in front of him is very rational, and Voldemort is also in the withering wind, feeling his thoughts - go, it will be very quiet.

This is roughly the content, vague thoughts, chaotic and real.

"What happens when you use Legilimency to cast a spell?" Voldemort asked Dean Flitwick, who was not far away, communicating with another Dementor.

"I don't know, but I can try." Flitwick shrugged, then waved his wand directly, "Inspirit."

Brave Flitwick, do we really need to consult Maxtor... Voldemort thought to himself.

Just as he was thinking, Dean Flitwick suddenly shuddered, and then his wand shook. Voldemort had no idea what he was doing.

"Interrupt... interrupt the magic..." Flitwick turned his head reluctantly and said tremblingly.

"Except your weapons."

Voldemort shot without hesitation, and then caught Flitwick's flying wand, and Flitwick himself... he was on the ground, twitching.

"Cold...cold, don't, don't hurt me..." He was murmuring, looking delirious.

Voldemort didn't dare to let him stay here anymore, carried him away, and walked to the place next to the castle vestibule, where the batterer rested.

"What's the matter with him?" asked the alert Moody, rising.

"Use Legilimency to recite the spell," said Voldemort. "The Headmaster to..."

"A reckless decision." Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, Moody roared, and then he took out the chocolate, which was eaten by Flitwick, who was still trembling but regained his sanity a little.

"Don't use spiritual magic on the dementors. It's like creating a channel for the dementors to absorb happiness. It's only a little better than the kiss of the dementors," Makto said.

Voldemort nodded, worried: "Is the Headmaster okay?"

"It's good to rest for a few days, but it will be difficult to talk to the dementor again, and it will increase his damage." Marko said.

"It seems that I have to complete the task alone, before tomorrow night." Voldemort said with a wry smile.

"Senior, it's painful to be close to the dementor for a long time. If it's not necessary, it's better to extend it for a few more days." Marko persuaded.

"I have class the day after tomorrow, so there is no time to delay."

Voldemort left a sentence, sighed and walked into the depths of the castle.

Max looked at his back with admiration, the trembling Flitwick looked a little ashamed, and Moody also nodded rarely, expressing his approval for Voldemort.

Entering the cell on the first floor again, Voldemort made a final test of the remaining three cloaked dementors.

It's all vague thoughts of wanting to go out. They seem to be unable to express more meanings, and they don't even know where they are going. They just want to go out.

Perhaps in their cognition, there is a lot of happiness outside, so they will have more food stamps if they leave, and they will be hungry if they stay here.

"Are you satisfied?" Marko asked after delivering the meal to Voldemort.

"They're all the same, it's hard to judge which one is more obedient." Voldemort said after eating his dinner, "I want to go deep and have a look."

"Those dementors are more wild, seniors should pay attention." Marko reminded.

Voldemort nodded, expressing his understanding, and then asked curiously: "I look at the prisoners who are deeper inside, but they are not as numb as outside. Why?"

"It's been a long time, no pleasure can be sucked anymore, all that's left is pain and madness, so it still looks like a human being, outside these..."

Marko looked at a prison cell, where the people were sitting there sluggishly, "We are in a transitional period, and it will be much better when the happiness completely disappears."

Voldemort forced a smile, it was inhuman torture.

After eating, Marko said goodbye, and Voldemort went deeper again, communicating with those dementors who did not wear cloaks.

Sure enough, the dementors here are more feral.

When Voldemort told them to take them out if they were obedient, each of them expressed their thoughts:
go out, eat... go out, eat...

People have rice cookers, and souls have rice cooker souls. Those who wear clothes really can't beat the shirtless ones.

Voldemort naturally refused all the way to the dementors who only had such barbaric ideas - he was looking for a big boss for the training ground, not for the children to find death.

Just looking at them one by one, he needed to rest and eat chocolate during the period, and when it was late at night, he finally found a different dementor.

He was also vague about what he was saying, but there was an emotion in it that no other dementor had...restraint.

Go, be obedient, restrain...

The meaning he expressed was very similar to those who wore cloaks, and he expressed one more restraint than the dementors on the first floor.

"You can really restrain your instinct?" Voldemort asked him, and then listened to his answer.

Go, be obedient, restrain... go, be obedient, restrain...

Still thinking over and over again, this made Voldemort a little embarrassed.

"Let's rest, come back tomorrow, it's very late." Just at this moment, Marko came in to see him.

"He's a little different." Voldemort hesitated and said again, "I'll try Legilimency later, if there is an accident, you interrupt my magic."

Marktor's eyes widened and he wanted to stop him, but Voldemort was very firm and finally managed to convince his junior.

"I, explore your thoughts, with magic."

Voldemort said as slowly as possible, "You, without a magical connection, absorb my happiness, and I'll take you out."

The same words were repeated several times, and Voldemort finally waved his wand...

" Legilimency."

The magic fell on the dementor, and Voldemort felt his thoughts for a split second, and at that same split second, he felt his happiness being sucked away—but not fast enough.

Restrain...don't suck...restrain...don't suck...

These two words were repeated infinitely in the dementor's mind, which surprised Voldemort. He didn't expect this dementor to actually restrain his instinct.

"call."

Disconnecting the magic, Voldemort couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief - even with restraint, the dementor's instinct still sucked a lot of happiness from him.

"He restrained?" Mark Toto was more surprised than Voldemort.

"It seems to be." Voldemort nodded, then took out a ticket from his pocket, and handed it to the dementor, "Hold it, I may come to you later."

"He is already the best choice, I think." Marko saw that Voldemort meant that he still wanted to look for it, and hurriedly said to his senior.

"Responsible to the students, Makto, they are children, I must find the most obedient one."

Voldemort's words made Max respect him, he nodded without hesitation, expressed his approval, and volunteered to join in.

"Let the professor do the job of the professor, Max, and you can't afford it if something goes wrong." Voldemort said seriously, "Don't let your good intentions cause you trouble, and don't delay your future because of it."

Ma Keto suddenly realized that his request was indeed a bit ridiculous.

"That's right, Makto."

Voldemort asked again, "Among these senior criminals, are there any who are more honest and communicative?"

"What is the senior going to do?" Marko asked curiously.

"I would like to consult them about what problems will arise after being with dementors for a long time."

Voldemort said helplessly, "You know that Hagrid is responsible for taking care of this dementor. I'm asking for Hagrid."

Makto was stunned, and he immediately said: "Sirius, that one looks more honest."

"No." Voldemort refused without hesitation. "He betrayed Potter. He is a conspirator. Maybe this is the moment he was waiting for."

Makto immediately raised his thumbs up, saying: he is still a wise senior.

"Is there any other candidate? Before, he was crazy and not afraid, at least he had a genuine temperament, but recently he is more gentle." Voldemort asked again.

Marko touched his chin and thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Sirius' cousin, I heard that she was crazy when she first came here, but after I came, she was not like that, after all, she is a woman."

Voldemort frowned and thought about it, and then reluctantly said: "Then let her, for Hagrid's sake, I will try."

Ma Keto once again gave a thumbs up: the seniors are righteous!
(End of this chapter)