HP Shavings Wizard

The patronus, which had been playing around, finally remembered that there were spellcasters who needed help. It drove the dementors closer to Alison like sheep, and then watched them being drained of their emotional power by ancient magic and turned into ashes.

Dementors were like active emotional power resource points. All the happiness and soul energy that we had worked so hard to absorb were finally harvested by Alison, the robbing bandit, along with her life.

They sucked in the air, making those guttural gurgling sounds that only dying people make, and flew around like headless flies, trying to escape in fear.

Others could use the Patronus Charm to drive them away, but they had no way to escape when they saw Alison. If they could drive her away by recalling their happiest memories, they would definitely try their best to recall them.

I believe that if there is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class for them to learn, these guys will immediately rush to sign up for the class and find out how to expel dark wizards like Alison.

Alison was thinking wildly while she was routinely absorbing the Dementors.

Can this thing be caught, bred and sold for money...

It's so troublesome to run around everywhere...

Why didn’t they line the streets to welcome them, or come and kneel down to greet their king?

Speaking of which, if they absorb souls, shouldn’t she bring the diary Horcrux with her before coming here to see if she can feed it to the Dementors…

As the number of Dementors decreased, Azkaban gradually became brighter and warmer. Alison looked up at the magnificent castle and thought about the possibility of taking it into her possession.

"..."

But Nurmengard already exists. Does she really have to become a prison warden after graduation?

Those vicious and insane criminals who were imprisoned in the single cells of Azkaban and tortured by Dementors became excited when they saw Alison walking around, driving away and killing Dementors.

Alison was attracted by the excited cheers, raised her eyes slightly and looked casually, her wand also pointed at them.

"...!"

The prisoners suddenly became quiet, as if their necks were being strangled, and they belatedly realized that something was wrong.

The little red-haired wizard had no intention of letting them go.

Alison smiled and drained the emotional strength of a prisoner. The man instantly became like a walking corpse kissed by a Dementor, stiffly maintaining his current posture and staring blankly ahead.

The prisoners, who had already become numb, now felt unprecedented fear, just like the preyed Dementors.

At least the Dementors would consider the long-term and follow the rules set by the Ministry of Magic. They would only absorb happy emotions and would not kiss prisoners casually. But this new demon had no intention of letting go of any living creature in Azkaban.

Judging from how bad the Ministry of Magic was, Alison felt that there might be innocent people who were imprisoned without trial, as well as unlucky people who were released soon after serving a short sentence.

But she doesn't care.

After all, she didn't absorb those powers for justice.

She wanted to gain power, so she could recycle these garbage and solve the hidden dangers of Dementors and Death Eaters at the same time.

She had learned a lesson from several NPCs in the game world who were obsessed with power:

Don't try to disguise and hide your desires. You can find reasons and excuses to deceive others, but don't deceive yourself. In the end, you will become addicted to power and unable to turn back. Even when you are abandoned by everyone, you still think you are upholding justice.

It's a rare opportunity to step on my father's bottom line and absorb power reasonably, so I have to be reckless and impulsive, leaving no one behind~

When Dad asked, it was that he had predicted that the Dementors would rebel and the Death Eaters would escape from prison, and he was eager to solve the problem in advance.

She was able to catch them all in one fell swoop because she didn't know which one was a Death Eater, and she didn't use the Killing Curse, so everyone was still alive~

Anyway, he is imprisoned in Azkaban, and there is not much difference between being conscious and being a zombie.

As more Dementors were killed, the chill that had lingered in Azkaban for a hundred years gradually faded. The dark clouds dissipated, and the warm and bright sunshine fell on the girl's red hair and cruel red eyes, shining with golden light, making her look like an angel in the Muggle world's legend.

But all the living creatures present were filled with fear.

Alison smiled sweetly and innocently as she walked slowly inside Azkaban, ruthlessly draining away her emotional strength.

She raised her hand and a green light flashed, and she casually cast a killing curse on a Dementor, which penetrated the Dementor's half-real and half-virtual body and shattered a piece of the wall.

Dementors have no souls, so the Killing Curse is of course useless, but Alison suddenly wanted to use it.

It was up to it whether to eat the big green ripe melon or not, but Alison wanted it to taste it now.

Just like Alison didn't care whether the Ministry of Magic would forgive her after destroying Azkaban, she only knew that the Ministry of Magic would have to guess whether Alison would forgive them.

After suddenly and nervously using the Killing Curse, the little red-haired wizard lazily glanced at all the shivering creatures present.

Fudge could not see the difference between himself and the prisoners now. They were both equally enjoying the fear and had completely lost the courage to resist. The identities of the Minister of Magic and the prisoners were surprisingly blurred at this moment.

Alison absorbed all the emotional power of Azkaban. The Dementors were annihilated, and the prisoners were like zombies, not even afraid or crazy.

The entire Azkaban Castle was bright with sunshine, yet lifeless.

Devil's Island, which means "land of destruction" or "the depths of hell" in Hebrew, now seems to be more worthy of its name - at least in Alison's opinion.

Her father's evaluation was absolutely correct. She could not and did not want to be a true leader. Compared to bewitching prisoners and dementors to escape and follow her, she would rather use these consumables to enhance her own strength.

At this moment, Alison finally glanced at Fudge with satisfaction, looked at him with her bloodshot eyes, and was pleased by his slumped appearance.

"Ah~ Minister of Magic - I seem to have accidentally injured some of the Azkaban guards. Is that okay?"

Fudge was trembling, and his fat was shaking. For a moment, it was hard to tell whether he was shaking his head or trembling.

"No, it's okay..."

Alison smiled sweetly and patted her chest in a fake and pretentious manner: "That's good~ Otherwise I would have to worry about the Ministry of Magic pursuing me~"

Fudge's eyes were filled with horror, and he waved his hands quickly: "No need to pursue the matter! No need to pursue the matter!"