Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

“Hey hey hey——”

In response to Tonks' friendly reminder, Fang Thomas just turned his head sharply, put his head close to the new Auror and gave a series of creepy laughs.

Tonks was startled and took several steps back involuntarily.

Moreover, because he was frightened, the natural metamorphosis Magus's mind suddenly changed.

She conjured up a tiger's head.

"Ow~~~"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she roared at Fang Thomas. The tiger roar echoed repeatedly in the dungeon of Azkaban prison, making her ears hurt.

She quickly changed her head back to its original shape. Kingsley and Shacklebolt looked at their female colleague and both swallowed involuntarily at the same time.

"Get in!" Dawlish kicked Fang Thomas on the waist. This guy was also stunned by Tonks' change.

Even though he fell to the ground after being kicked, Fang Thomas's brain was still thinking about something.

Is this magic?

Is it so magical?

Damn it! Why are some people born with the ability to do magic, but I have no talent for this kind of thing?

However, Fang Thomas was not completely disappointed with me, because his great god had promised him in his dream: as long as he could complete everything according to His requirements, He would definitely allow Fang Thomas himself to cast magic, instead of relying on various magic props to COS a wizard.

So, he was not envious at all.

Just as Kingsley Shacklebolt locked the cell door and carefully left the lowest cell in Azkaban Prison with two of his subordinates, and the Dementors had not yet had time to act on the new "feed", Fang Thomas began to act.

He took off the pair of brown sunglasses he had been wearing, and with a gentle flick of his fingers, he took the two lenses out of the frame.

They are different from ordinary sunglasses.

One of the pieces actually had a hollow layer inside, which was filled with the white fresh essential oil that Fang Thomas had purchased from some wizards before.

As for the other lens, the edge of this lens is very sharp, like a knife.

In a sense, this guy is indeed a talent. Not only is his brain useful enough, but his personality is also very similar to that of a wolf.

He picked up the lens with a very sharp edge, and without any hesitation, he lifted up his clothes and used it to neatly cut a gash on his belly.

Then, Fang Thomas endured the severe pain and reached his palm into the gap and took out a plastic sealed bag from the stomach.

Then, he crushed the hollow lens and smeared the white fresh essential oil inside on his wound.

Finally, he did not forget to untie some bandages he had gotten from the "Great Memory Restoration Spell" at the British Ministry of Magic, and tied his stomach tightly so that the quickly healing wounds could recover better.

He breathed a sigh of relief only after completing the entire process in one go.

However, because he felt that the temperature around him seemed to be dropping rapidly, he knew that the monster called "Dementor" was approaching, so he hurriedly opened the plastic bag and took out a piece of black rag from it.

"It's up to you!"

He carefully unfolded the "black cloth" which was a little too thin, forming a hooded cloak that seemed to have been cut much shorter, and then quickly put it on himself.

At this moment, Fang Thomas could clearly feel a malicious gaze peering into the cell from outside the dungeon door, but he could not see anything.

He could only feel the warmth of his body being sucked away, and goose bumps appeared all over his body, as if he had fallen into a dark and cold ice cellar. His courage and hope faded, and fear and emptiness gradually took over his heart.

This is what happens when a Muggle encounters a Dementor.

Unlike wizards who have magic, Muggles cannot actually see Dementors. They cannot see the latter wearing a cloak, their whole body looks like it has been soaked in water, and they just stretch forward two scabby palms, floating in the air above the ground.

This also means that when facing Dementors, Muggles are actually more vulnerable than wizards - at least wizards can still recognize the appearance of Dementors - and the greatest fear of mankind is the fear of the unknown.

The average Muggle would lose his defenses within seconds of being stared at by a Dementor, and the best outcome would be that he would fall into an almost irreversible depression, and the worst outcome would be that he would be frightened to death on the spot.

Fortunately, in order to complete the plan of the great god, Fang Thomas prepared a backup plan in advance - "Dementor's Skin".

This is a dark magic item that flowed from Knockturn Alley into the Muggle world. Although its source is no longer traceable, it is certain that it was made using the cloak on the Dementor and some other magical materials, so Muggles can also see it.

In addition to the person wearing it, other people who get close to it will also have a feeling similar to coming into contact with a soul-stealing being, which will cause discomfort on a psychological level and they will subconsciously want to avoid the person wearing it.

After obtaining this "Dementor Skin", Fang Thomas relied on its magical effects many times and successfully escaped capture after committing crimes.

His god had told him some time ago about another use of the "Dementor's Skin": just like the "Cloak of Death" among the "Three Deathly Hallows", which according to legend can allow people to escape the pursuit of the God of Death, the "Dementor's Skin" can allow humans to escape the predation of Dementors.

Those who wear the "skin of Dementors" become the same kind as Dementors in the eyes of Dementors, who can only see through a special magical vision.

Sure enough, when Fang Thomas put on the "Dementor's skin", the Dementor who came to the cell door took a few glances and then left.

The fear and emptiness in his heart obviously receded, and Fang Thomas immediately took action. This old thief opened the dungeon door in no time, and his speed was much faster than some wizards who were not very proficient in using the "Alaho Open".

After walking out of the cell, Fang Thomas covered his slightly bleeding stomach and kept looking for something in the corridor of the dungeon. Finally, when he saw a cell with the words "Peter Pettigrew" written on the door, he immediately walked over and looked into the cell through the gap in the cell door.

The cell was empty, without even a bed. There was just some moldy straw piled in the corner and a candle that had been burning for who knows how long in the alcove.

Fang Thomas's eyes swept across the cell and he noticed that there seemed to be someone hiding in the straw pile.

"Peter Pettigrew?" he asked quietly.

Perhaps it had been a long time since anyone had called his name. As soon as he heard someone calling him that, the pile of straw suddenly moved a few times.

A small head, with a face so haggard that it looked like a lifeless person, suddenly popped out from the straw, and stared at Fang Thomas who was standing at the door of the cell with a pair of small eyes that were so decadent that they had no spirit.

"Are you Peter Pettigrew? Do you want to escape from this prison?" Fang Thomas asked two questions concisely.

After these words were spoken, Peter Pettigrew, who had been with the Dementors for a long time and had them eaten as three meals a day and even as midnight snacks, reacted for a while before he came to his senses.

There was suddenly a light in his eyes.

Then, this guy rushed out from the pile of straw where he was hiding, like a mouse anxious to grab food.

He lay on the ground, staring at Fang Thomas at the door of the cell with his eyes rolling around, and kept repeating a word in a hurry.

"YES! YES! YES..."