At this moment, Charle was still in his room worrying about where to find so many dark creatures when there was a knock on the door.
The person knocking was the new Minister for Magic, Fudge.
Seeing Fudge, Charle was quite surprised.
Hogwarts was about to start, and logically, this was the busiest time for the Ministry of Magic.
After all, during this period, there would be a large number of wizarding leaks, requiring a lot of manpower to cast the Confundus Charm and Memory Charm.
The operation of Platform 9 3/4 also required manpower to maintain, to prevent leaks along the route of the Hogwarts Express.
What was Fudge doing coming specifically to see him during this busiest time?
While Charle was surprised, Fudge had already explained his purpose.
"We are still worried that you, Charle, might have been traumatized by the dark wizard incident, and we fear it might affect your upcoming Hogwarts life. So, a few days before Hogwarts starts, I plan to take you to visit the prison where bad people in the wizarding world are held."
"This way, I believe you won't worry anymore about there being many dark wizards causing trouble in the wizarding world, and you can enjoy your Hogwarts life with peace of mind."
"I think you've also heard the name of this prison. That's right, it's Azkaban."
When Fudge mentioned Azkaban, it was as if a clap of thunder went off in Charle's mind, like a sudden enlightenment.
His depressed mood from not being able to find suitable dark creatures for a long time instantly lifted.
That's right, Azkaban, how could I have forgotten this place!
There are Dementors there!
Dementors, these notorious dark creatures, survive by feeding on human hope and happiness.
They can even suck out human souls, turning people into walking corpses.
In the hearts of almost all wizards, Dementors are considered the dirtiest, most disgusting, and terrifying dark creatures.
But in Charle's view, the characteristics of Dementors were quite rare.
Firstly, although there is almost no research on Dementor reproduction, it can be confirmed that they do not have a normal reproductive process.
Even if there is only one Dementor, as long as it absorbs enough hope and happiness, a group of Dementors will soon appear.
In the original work, the number of Dementors was not originally large.
In the third year, in order to catch Sirius Black, a large number of Dementors were transferred from Azkaban to Hogwarts, but the number was at most a few dozen.
But when Voldemort rose to power, Dementors could move freely and absorb hope and happiness everywhere, and their numbers immediately increased exponentially. Each appearance involved dozens or even hundreds, and the despair and icy aura they brought would even condense into gray mist!
This rapid reproductive ability was exactly what Charle needed.
With just one Dementor, Charle could cultivate hundreds or thousands of Dementors to serve as nourishment for the Only I Am The Honored God Spell and the Holy Kingdom Spell!
Furthermore, compared to vampires and werewolves, Dementors were undoubtedly much more evil.
Although vampires and werewolves are discriminated against and are considered dark creatures, not all of them are malicious.
Vampires can become rock singers, and werewolves can also become Hogwarts professors, and they can even use the Patronus Charm out of kindness.
But Dementors are pure evil, purely opposed to human happiness and hope, craving to extract human souls.
They are inherently evil creatures, and even Hagrid, who likes dangerous animals, detests them immensely.
If such evil dark creatures could be eliminated by the Holy Kingdom Spell and the Only I Am The Honored God Spell, it would greatly benefit the holy magic within them.
Fudge's mention of Azkaban made Charle's heart stir even more.
As the prison of the wizarding world, it is an isolated island, and people from the Ministry of Magic rarely enter it; everything is managed by Dementors.
It cannot even be marked on a map, and only a few high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials can enter to visit.
Isn't this an excellent Dementor breeding ground?!
If he could breed Dementors here, Charle would have a continuous supply of nourishment, and his holy magic would rise to an unimaginably terrifying level!
Moreover, if Dementors could produce any magical materials, Charle could also obtain a large number of deduction points here.
Thinking of this, Charle could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.
He looked at Fudge and said impatiently.
"Azkaban?"
"Minister, then take me there quickly. I can't wait to see what it's like."
Seeing Charle's reaction, Fudge was first stunned, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
This is a Muggle-born little wizard, inexperienced, completely unaware of what fear is.
Azkaban, a place that makes everyone in the wizarding world turn pale at the mention of it, Charle actually seems to be looking forward to it?
Heh heh, when he sees the Dementors later, he believes Charle will know how wrong he was.
That's good too, this way, Azkaban will leave an indelible impression on Charle's mind.
When he needs Charle to backstab Dumbledore, as long as he threatens him with Azkaban, he believes this little wizard will be obedient!
Immediately, the smile on Fudge's face grew wider, and he pulled Charle along, saying.
"Alright, then I'll take you there."
Then, Fudge apparated with Charle to a coast in the North Sea.
Just arriving here, one could feel the foulness and heaviness of the air.
The sea breeze blowing towards them was so gloomy, the waves churning in the sea were like monsters choosing their prey, and a small island shrouded in dark clouds in the distance was faintly visible.
After looking at it, a good mood for the day seemed to disappear without a trace.
That was Azkaban, where powerful anti-apparition magic had been cast. Even Fudge, the Minister of Magic, could only bring people in through specific Ministry of Magic ships.
Soon, Fudge took Charle onto a ship.
As the oars rowed by themselves, they gradually approached Azkaban.
Before they even reached the shore, what came into view were tall, gaunt creatures wearing black cloaks and exuding a cold, despairing aura.
These were the Dementors, creatures that struck fear into the hearts of the wizarding world.
When they appeared, the air on the small boat became cold and despairing.
Fudge's lips curved into a half-smile as he said to Charle,
"See that? Those are Dementors."
"Aren't they particularly terrifying?"
Charle lowered his head and softly said, "Yes."
Seeing Charle's reaction, Fudge's smile deepened. He patted his shoulder as if comforting him.
"But you don't need to worry too much. Those sent to Azkaban are all heinous murderers, fraudsters, dark wizards, and ambitious individuals."
"Charle, I think a young wizard like you shouldn't associate with such beings, right?"
"Even if you did, you must have been deceived."
"The wizarding world is very lenient towards young wizards. If you ever get involved in some conspiracy, as long as you help the Ministry of Magic maintain fairness and justice, such a punishment won't fall upon you."
"Do you understand?"
As Fudge spoke, the small boat drew closer to Azkaban, and they got closer and closer to the Dementors.
Charle lowered his head, his body trembling more and more violently, and continued to nod in agreement.
Fudge was very satisfied with Charle's performance.
Isn't that how young wizards are when they first see Dementors? Shaking all over with fear, unable to say a word?
He believed that this time, Azkaban would definitely leave a deep impression on Charle, making him fear this place even in his dreams.
Fudge's face showed a look of complacency. He controlled the small boat to leave the coast of Azkaban and brought Charle back to the Leaky Cauldron.
After giving Charle a few pieces of chocolate, Fudge returned to the Ministry of Magic office.
Under the concerned gazes of his advisors, Fudge announced the good news.
"I have successfully broken this child Charle's psychological defense."
"Next time, as long as I mention Azkaban, I think he will do anything to avoid this place, even backstabbing Dumbledore will be nothing."
"It seems that the matter of expelling Dumbledore is already a sure thing!"
...
At the same time.
As soon as Fudge left Charle's sight, Charle swallowed the chocolate Fudge had given him, wrapper and all. Then, the burning look in his eyes could no longer be contained.
"Just a little bit, just a little bit more and I wouldn't have been able to hold back."
"Dementors, they are excellent nourishment for my two Holy spells. If Fudge had brought me a little closer, I really wouldn't have been able to resist making a move."
"But now, the time-space marker has been placed in Azkaban..."
Charle licked his lips.
"The time for harvest has arrived."
The anti-apparition magic set up in Azkaban could prevent wizards from apparating, but it couldn't prevent goblins.
Not to mention that Charle could use both wizard and goblin apparition channels simultaneously.
Following the time-space marker, with a loud bang, Charle apparated directly to the Azkaban coast he had seen earlier.
The Dementors on the coast had not yet dispersed at this time.
Their previous order was to cooperate with the Minister of Magic. When the Minister of Magic's small boat appeared, they were to appear on the coast.
At this moment, a loud bang sounded on the coast, making the few Dementors freeze for a moment.
Seeing Charle, they were even more stunned.
Wasn't that the young wizard who had just approached with the Minister of Magic? How could he appear here alone?
After a moment of hesitation, the few Dementors all floated towards Charle in unison.
Cackle, cackle, a chilling sound was emitted.
The air around them became cold, as if even a person's body would freeze.
Along with that, various happy and hopeful memories faded from Charle's mind.
The Dementors were about to feast on this happiness!
They greedily sniffed Charle's rich and vibrant happiness.
The joy of receiving prize money after winning a competition, the joy of improving skills and knowledge...
So good, so vibrant. Compared to the many dark wizards in Azkaban who were already becoming walking corpses, this was infinitely better.
Just then, another large wave of happiness overflowed.
The Dementors greedily absorbed it.
Then they froze.
What, what is this?
A green sun, a black sea, a place filled with strangeness and madness. Charle was there, gnawing on rocks and drinking seawater, yet exuding such intense happiness.
Also, Charle was biting into formless tentacles. The ominousness and madness emanating from the tentacles made the Dementors shudder just by seeing them through the memories.
But when Charle was eating the tentacles, he was incredibly happy.
This left the Dementors bewildered.
They looked at Charle in horror.
What in the world is wrong with this little wizard?
Is he crazy?
He can be happy about this?
How could this little wizard even put that in his mouth? This is too insane!
Until the next moment, the Dementor closest to Charle sniffed the strong happiness that Charle had just emitted.
"So many Dementors, they look so delicious, I'm hungry, I want to eat..."
The moment it sensed this emotion, the Dementor's cloak fluttered.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle, the sound of the Dementor's terror came from under the cloak.
It felt something terrifying descending, and it turned its head, wanting to fly away!
But just then, white-gold tentacles formed above Charle.
The formless figure summoned by the Only I Am The Honored God Spell wrapped up the Dementor in front of Charle that was trying to escape.
Tentacles tore, ancient dragons bit, and Charle's face on the formless figure was also chewing with a wide mouth.
In the blink of an eye, the Dementor vanished into thin air!
The other few Dementors, at this moment, seemed to wake up from a dream.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle sounds rang out in unison. They frantically tried to flee into the distance, wanting to get away from this thing in front of them, whatever monster it was.
But white-gold tentacles precisely wrapped around their cloaks, sending them towards the mouth of that formless existence.
Crunch, crunch...
As these few Dementors were completely devoured, the sacred magic of both the Only I Am The Honored God Spell and the Holy Kingdom Spell seemed to strengthen by another degree.
The white-gold sacred magic became even more brilliant and dazzling, making it impossible to look at directly.
And what made Charle most ecstatic was the prompt from Deep Blue in his mind.
Host devoured a Dementor, gained ten thousand deduction points.
Host devoured a Dementor, gained ten thousand deduction points.
...
Only then did Charle remember that when he deduced the Only I Am The Honored God Spell, Deep Blue had mentioned that the core concept of the Only I Am The Honored God Spell was to worship oneself as a god.
The image summoned by this spell could be said to be another Charle.
If that was the case, anything devoured by the Only I Am The Honored God Spell was naturally equivalent to being devoured by Charle, and would also provide deduction points.
Just like how Charle could gain deduction points by devouring things in his Animagus form!
This made Charle look at Azkaban as if he had found a place full of delicacies.
They could enhance sacred magic and provide deduction points. In Charle's eyes, the Dementors were all delicate and lovely!
Then, Charle waved his wand, dispelling the Holy Kingdom and the Only I Am The Honored God Spell, and eagerly stepped towards the depths of Azkaban Island.
"Is anyone there?"
"Are there any lovely Dementor uncles?"
"I'm so happy, I'm so joyful. Are there any Dementor uncles? There's a very happy, helpless, and weak little wizard here!"
I promised to add an extra chapter at midnight yesterday, but I wasn't feeling well and didn't write it. This chapter is a two-in-one, making up for yesterday's extra chapter. I still have eight thousand words left for today.
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