Chapter 404: The Dementor Is Dead

Before Fudge could get out, Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror office, rushed in.

"Minister, it's too bad, the Aurors in Azkaban have news that a dementor has died!"

"Merlin's holed stockings!" Fudge stared at Scrimgeour with wide eyes in disbelief, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "A... Dementor?"

With a look of astonishment of "you're kidding me, aren't you?"

Dementors are immortal 'non-existence' creatures, do you know what 'non-existence' is? Have you ever read a book?

"Dead... dead?"

Scrimgeour nodded solemnly, "Yes, it happened that Alastor Moody brought his apprentice Tonks to the office to participate in the Auror qualification examination. I have asked him to check the specific situation. He is the most experienced man in the office. The old Auror..."

Before he finished speaking, Fudge interrupted him with a laugh, "This is simply the most absurd joke of this century, haha, the dementor is dead? Haha, something that the previous ministers have never encountered. What happened when I took office? Haha, are you kidding me, haha, today is April Fool's Day?"

Scrimgeour looked at him silently, without speaking.

So Fudge stopped laughing and laughing.

He turned his head to look at Umbridge, and Umbridge hurried forward, "The deaths of dementors recorded in the past are mainly due to changes in the environment. The dementor left Azkaban to perform a certain task." Quest, I couldn’t get food in the magic maze, I starved to death.”

"So?" Fudge looked up at the ceiling in despair, "Why are you dead now? In Azkaban, where there are so many prisoners, starved to death?"

No one could answer his words.

"Perhaps on the bright side, Moody thinks we might have to find a way to eliminate the dementors..." Scrimgeour smiled, trying to liven up the atmosphere.

Fudge sneered, and looked down at the two people in front of him coldly.

"Perhaps in a better way, I will lose the position of Minister of Magic because of this. So, should the Deputy Minister take over? Or the Director of the Auror Office?"

This time, both Umbridge and Scrimgeour chose to keep their mouths shut.

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The wind is howling, and the icy water of the North Sea is beating against a huge castle - Azkaban.

The sky was frighteningly gloomy, and lightning flashed from time to time.

A carriage flew down from the black clouds and landed slowly in front of the gate of Azkaban.

The accompanying Auror got off the broomstick, and after chanting a magic spell, the heavy and simple door slowly opened with a creaking sound.

Cornelius Fudge pushed open the door of the carriage in a hurry, his bright red tie was a little messy, his dark green top hat was a little askew, he who always paid attention to his appearance, but at this moment his hair was messy like an angry lion.

"Alastor Moody, I repeat, every Dementor is a valuable asset of the Ministry of Magic!"

Moody's blue fake eyes rolled around, his expression was a little weird, as if he was holding back a smile.

"Minister, I don't think so, and they died happily and peacefully."

Fudge pushed Moody away irritably, and muttered as he walked, "The dementor died in Azkaban, this is outrageous."

The light in Azkaban was dim, and the dark walls seemed to be howling terribly.

Biting coldness surged all the way from the toes to the heart.

"Damn it, I hate it here."

He wanted to leave immediately.

Walking quickly to the depths, I saw that the corridor in front of a cell was crowded with dementors.

Fudge beckoned, and the Aurors hurried forward to release the spell, and the dementors reluctantly dispersed.

In the cell, a thin little boy was sitting in front of the window, staring at the sea outside the iron railing in a daze.

Countless white lights wafted from his flaming red hair, and three dementors surrounded him were feasting.

That white light, Fudge knew, was all a person's positive emotions, joy, beauty, peace and hope.

He looked at Moody who was limping over with a strange expression, "Mad-Eye, you mean that's how they died?"

Moody shrugged, "Yes, I'm so overwhelmed!"

Fudge took a sharp breath.

Ordinary people are enough to be smoked by a dementor for a while, but if they really encounter a miserable life, they will not have much happiness, even just one bite.

And this little boy, how long has he been sucked like this?

Fudge thought it was ridiculous, "Oh, Merlin's thigh hair."

With the expulsion of the Aurors, the three dementors floated out avoiding the guards of the gods.

He looked at the little boy, pursed his lips, walked behind him, and looked out the window along his line of sight.

"Son, are you happy?"

The little boy looked up at him, his deep blue eyes filled with joy.

"Yes, I am very happy to see the sea. I have never had the opportunity to see the sea before."

"Have you seen that dead tree? It has sprouted a branch and is so emerald green that it makes people happy."

"The seagulls flying across the sky make me happy, and the whales that come out of the sea to breathe make me happy. Even this prison cell, which is sheltered from wind and rain, is so strong that I am happy."

"Don't you think so, sir?"

The corner of Fudge's mouth twitched, you are happy, I am about to cry.

He simply turned around and left the cell, only to feel that the whole person was in a panic, crazy, these people are crazy, what kind of potion master, this child is a lunatic!

"It's a kind of magic?"

"No, there has never been a record of such a curse." Moody pursed his lips, looked down at the book "Muggles, Werewolves, and Pure Blood" in his hand, "You have read his books, obviously he Do some weird experiments on yourself."

Fudge gasped. "Experiment on yourself?"

Moody nodded, "In my many years of professional career, I have investigated many murder cases, and finally found that the wizard died accidentally while studying the spell."

"..."

"This is simply crazy." Fudge said that he couldn't understand, "Now that you can't finish learning formal charms, why do you want to explore unknown spells!"

It was rare for Moody to agree with the words of this stupid politician. He sighed and looked back at the depths of the cell with a complicated expression, "But maybe there are people like this, so we have endless curses."

Fudge stared back at the prison cell, and could feel the nearby dementors starting to move again, and he made up his mind without hesitating for long.

"Arrange a meeting room for me, I want to talk to him alone."

The Auror beside him nodded and turned to leave.

"Maybe we should ask Dumbledore to have a look. He is the most powerful wizard of this century, and he should be good at this." Moody's face became serious, and he stopped teasing just now.

It would be great if there was a way to get rid of creatures like dementors once and for all.

Even if he catches the most heinous criminals, he still feels that it is too inhumane to use dementors as jailers.

"Oh~"

Fudge approached him coldly, staring into his eyes, "Dumbledore?"

What he can't hear the most now is the name Dumbledore. He doesn't know who Dumbledore is in Hogwarts, but he just can't tell others—oh, I lied before, Dumbledore has already died.

"Mad-Eye, remember that I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, am the Minister of Magic."

These Aurors are troublesome. Even if they retire, they still have Auror quotas and get involved in the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. It can't be banned, Aurors are taught by masters and apprentices, and any Auror behind the scenes is a lot of connections.