Hermione panicked: Looking for a Dementor to chat? Dementors that you can touch casually? You still don't make me worry?

The moment she saw the note, she really wanted to give it to Professor McGonagall, but she realized that Tom didn't want to make a sound when he handed it to her in this way. So she obediently shut her mouth and waited for him to return to the dormitory before arguing with him.

Tom went to the dementors not only to chat with them, of course, but to have more important things - he tried to establish his prestige among the dementors.

For Tom, Dementors are the perfect minions. If you want to cultivate your own power in the magic world, then this group of unbeatable, invisible little brothers is simply the best choice.

The Death Eaters still need to sleep, and the Dementors don't need them. These are all good labor for 007 to work.

Grindelwald: My sphere of influence is all over Europe, and I want to change the pattern of the magical and non-magical worlds. The time for change has come!

Voldemort: My loyal Death Eaters will always be loyal to me (big boo), and I will shape a pure-blooded wizarding world with my Death Eaters!

Tom: Hey, my little brother can work as 007!

It's cool to think about!

So Tom hurriedly went to find the dementors, he believed that the dementors now needed a "person" to guide them.

Tom went to a place where no one was and transformed into a Dementor. He glanced at the sky, and drifted towards the place where the yin was heavy.

It is quite convenient for Dementors to find their own kind, just look up at the sky and go by feeling. The sky with dementors entrenched always feels gloomy.

Tom followed the guidance of his senses and came to a mountain valley, where there was a small lake, and there were dementors that could not see the end.

There were so many dementors here that a thin layer of ice formed on the lake, and the valley was as cold as a winter night even though it was noon.

Coming to the lakeside, Tom found that the atmosphere here was a little weird. Of course, with so many ghost-like things gathered together, it's hard to think of a weird atmosphere. It's just that this atmosphere can be said to be weird even for Dementors. Because all the Dementors look dazed.

Yes, at a loss.

They are like schoolchildren who make mistakes, at a loss, not knowing what to do next.

Seeing the state of the dementors, Tom understood why Voldemort could easily turn the group of guys against the water - with the attitude of the Ministry of Magic completely ignoring them, without Voldemort's instigation, the dementors would give the wizard the whole job sooner or later.

The dementors now realize that they seem to have made a mistake and will be severely punished by the Ministry of Magic. They neither want to be beaten by the Patronus nor know what to do next, so each dementor is in great confusion.

Are you fleeing back to Azkaban? Or return to Hogwarts to continue on duty?

When they saw an extraordinarily short Dementor floating over, they didn't respond, but silently gave way to him.

So Tom flew to the middle of the Dementors.

He flew a little higher, looked at the dazed Dementors, and cleared his throat.

"Everyone...look at me!" A whistling sounded from the bottom of the valley, attracting the attention of all the dementors.

"I see you all confused, I see you panicking like frightened lambs, but it shouldn't be like this! We dementors shouldn't be like this!"

Dementors: "?"

This little Dementor that popped up out of the blue made them a little confused, and why did he speak so smoothly?

"Are you afraid of punishment from the Ministry of Magic? Afraid of the Patronus summoned by the wizards?"

Hearing this sentence, the dementors silently lowered their heads: what's the matter? Just scared! Patronus hurts to hit.

"Then I ask you, why should we be punished by the wizards?"

A closer Dementor looked up. "Because... we... attacked... Ministry of Magic officials?"

There are also other Dementors who say they broke into Hogwarts.

"Then why did we break into Hogwarts?"

"Hungry." This time the answer was neat.

"Why are we hungry?—because the Ministry of Magic didn't bring us food!" Tom answered the question for the dementors.

The dementors thought for a while, and felt that the dwarf was right, they broke into Hogwarts because they were hungry? They can't do it either!

Seeing that the opening went well, Tom continued his speech.

"Today, we are standing here! Standing on the land of wizards, this land has nothing to do with us. In front of us is the school of wizards, and it has nothing to do with us. But we have to guard this land for wizards. A piece of land, guard their school!"

"Before me, a moaning race in humiliation! Under the patron saint of wizards, the Dementors have lost everything! The wizards are riding on our necks to make a fortune, trampling on our dignity, we want to Take care of the prisoners for them, and be the security guard at the school gate on an empty stomach! You tell me, are the dementors a watchdog?!"

The dementors shook their heads, their rigid minds having trouble understanding what the dwarf was saying, but their intuition told them that the dwarf was right.

"No, you are the watchdogs kept by the wizards - what is the difference between what you do and the watchdogs? The wizards reward you with two bones when you are happy, and beat you with the patron saint when you are not happy... As long as wizards can't communicate with you on an equal footing, your dignity doesn't exist!"

"Dignity...what is it?" Some Dementors were curious.

"Dignity is equality, it is equal exchange."

The Dementor who asked the question shrank back, lost in thought.

"I'm here today to help you - I want you to follow my lead, and I'll find you a place where you can live freely and with dignity."

"Freedom... Dignity... Paradise?" It was obvious that ~lightnovelpub.net~ savage Dementors had a hard time understanding the word.

"Every dementor can be fed and can reproduce." Tom changed a more specific statement, which suddenly resonated with the dementors.

"Eat enough... multiply?" These two words are too far away. Azkaban's dementors have not had enough to eat for a long time, and as for reproduction, it is a word that only exists in legends.

The number of dementors in Azkaban seems to have always been a fixed number, but in fact dementors will multiply under the right circumstances.

So the question is, why does a group have immortality and can reproduce, but the number remains constant?

Because the environment they are in is not suitable for reproduction, because they suppress their desire to reproduce, it's that simple.

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