"The most powerful Dark Lord in history..."
Upon hearing this, some of the prisoners in the cells showed horror, while others' eyes lit up.
If someone else had given this evaluation of the so-called most powerful Dark Lord in history, they might have scoffed.
But when the person saying this was a senior Death Eater who knew Voldemort best, the meaning was clearly extraordinary.
Even the most senior Death Eaters, after witnessing Charle's performance just now, had to admit that Charle at this age already possessed strength far beyond the imagination of ordinary wizards.
And that ruthless, unscrupulous heart.
Voldemort at the same age probably wasn't even fit to carry Charle's shoes.
If Charle were to mature for a few more years, perhaps he would set the record for being crowned Dark Lord at the youngest age!
By then, would this group of them also be considered Charle's first core group?
Could it be that Charle arranged the competition for them through the Dementors with the intention of gathering a core group?
As they thought of this, a hint of fervor couldn't help but appear in everyone's eyes.
Even if these people were released from Azkaban, they had no other path to take; they could only go down a dark road.
Pledging allegiance to Charle, this promising young Dark Lord, was not a bad idea.
Thus, a thought couldn't help but surface in the minds of everyone who had previously resisted the so-called elimination system.
I must perform well and strive to meet the expectations of this young Dark Lord.
By then, perhaps I will be released from Azkaban and even be entrusted with important responsibilities!
The atmosphere of despair and numbness that had originally filled the Azkaban cells suddenly became vibrant.
At this moment, the Dementors surrounding Charle as he left Azkaban also sensed the change in the cells.
The food, which was incredibly delicious to them, was continuously emanating, causing them to involuntarily open their mouths wide and begin to feast.
Even though they were eating so freely, hope was still continuously being born in Azkaban!
For a time, the Dementors were even more convinced of Charle.
This one was not only incredibly strong and had a great future, but he could truly fill the stomachs of them, the Dementors!
Anyway, in the wizarding world, Dementors were just a protected species.
What was wrong with being raised by Charle?
At least they could eat their fill!
And under the irrigation of this large amount of hopeful emotion, the number of Dementors, which had significantly decreased due to Charle's previous feeding, actually began to slowly increase again.
Charle watched the Dementors and found that some of them were producing new individuals as if splitting.
A strange look appeared in his eyes.
So Dementors increase their numbers through this method of splitting?
Skipping the months of pregnancy and the process of childbirth, this method of reproduction is indeed very efficient for breeding.
As long as there are enough positive emotions for them to feed on, the number of Dementors will quickly multiply.
However, the number of prisoners who can provide positive emotions in this breeding base is still not enough. At this rate, when will I be able to eat Dementors to my heart's content?
Charle narrowed his eyes.
Before I go to Hogwarts, I need to sort out the Azkaban breeding base.
I need to get more prisoners here.
However, catching people in the wizarding world is too easy to expose. After all, there aren't many people in the wizarding world. It's best to act in the Muggle world.
With the Undetectable Extension Charm to eliminate traces, the Ministry of Magic won't be able to detect that this was done by a wizard.
With the loud crack of Apparition, Charle stepped out of Diagon Alley and into the bustling streets of London.
It was already early morning, and the newsboys were already shouting out the hot topics of the day.
"Headline news!"
"The world's richest drug lord, Pablo Escobar, has surrendered to the Colombian government! He is allowed to be held in the luxurious prison he built himself!"
"Want to know what's in the prison? Want to see the beautiful girls who were sent to prison?"
"Sir, a newspaper please!"
Charle raised an eyebrow.
It was 1991, and in his impression, something like this world-shaking news had indeed happened around this time in his previous life.
Then, Charle bought a newspaper from the newsboy.
Seeing the bright smile of Pablo Escobar, the world's biggest drug lord, on the newspaper, his dusty memories became clear again.
A notorious drug lord could actually make a country's government compromise with him and allow him to be imprisoned in his own private prison.
The prison had a casino, a spa, a bar, a nightclub, and even a private helicopter pad. It was less a prison and more an extremely luxurious resort and recuperation club!
In his previous life, Charle was both envious and hateful of this. Look how exciting other people's lives were. A drug lord could make the government bow down, awesome!
But now, as Charle looked at the smiling drug lord Pablo, only one thought remained in his mind.
Look how happy and bright his smile is.
And his subordinates beside him, each one smiling even brighter.
It seems this is a cheerful and optimistic criminal group, and quite numerous. Excellent, I like this kind of smiling drug lord. This should contribute significantly to my Dementor breeding business in Azkaban.
Then, Charle lightly waved his wand in a secluded spot.
A time-space marker surged from the tip of the wand, and in a mysterious way, it merged into the newspaper, traveling millions of miles to land on Pablo Escobar.
Meanwhile, in the luxurious prison in Colombia, Pablo Escobar and his subordinates were laughing heartily, celebrating the Colombian government's compromise with them.
But at this moment, a ray of light appeared from the void, landing on Pablo and leaving a mysterious mark.
Pablo and his subordinates were startled by this scene, momentarily wondering if the wine they had just drunk was spiked, causing them to hallucinate.
The next moment, there was a deafening explosion.
Following it, an eleven-year-old boy appeared before them.
The drug lords' mouths dropped open at this magical sight.
Before they could react, everything around them, with a wave of Charle's wand, seemed to come alive, wrapping around the group of drug lords and tying them up like a string of crickets.
Charle held the rope in one hand, lifting the heads of Pablo's drug cartel, and then apparated again, throwing these people into Azkaban.
One second they were reveling in a luxurious private prison, the next they were thrown onto a secluded island by a boy in an unbelievable manner. Drug lord Pablo and his subordinates were dumbfounded.
Looking at Charle before them, shouts and curses filled the air.
Some even pulled out handguns from their waists or chests, attempting to shoot at Charle.
However, the scene quickly quieted down.
A handgun bullet was blocked by the Dragonhide spell on Charle's body.
As a reward for the brave act of shooting at him, Charle hung the shooter up, letting him float in the air, his soul slowly being devoured by the Dementors.
Although Muggles couldn't see Dementors, they could see the chilling mist that appeared when Dementors were present and feel the terrifying despair.
Pablo and the others watched the spreading mist around them in fear.
Their instincts screamed at them that there was something in the mist that they instinctively feared.
The drug lord suspended in the mist, his expression gradually changed from ferocious terror to peaceful and numb, like a walking corpse falling to the ground.
This sight made the vicious drug lords huddle together. Finally, Pablo gritted his teeth and spoke.
"Sir, who exactly are you?"
"Are you an envoy of God or the Devil? Are you here to judge us?"
"I know I may have committed many sins, but I have also done many good deeds. I built churches, I provided many jobs for the people, I..."
Charle raised an eyebrow and said calmly.
"I'm not that bored. I don't do judgment, and I'm not interested in hearing what you've done."
"I'm not a judge, I don't care about that. The reason I brought you here is simply because I saw you smiling very happily, you seem to love to smile."
"Since you love to smile, you should smile more. The Dementors here feed on smiles. You'll have to help me raise them well."
As Charle spoke, drug lord Pablo and the others finally managed to understand their current situation.
The eyes of these drug lords, who wouldn't bat an eyelid at killing, showed expressions of shattered worldview.
Just because they were smiling happily in the newspaper, this little wizard captured them to feed monsters called Dementors?
What the hell, is there no law in this place called the wizarding world?
Can't someone control this little wizard?
He's absolutely vicious!
Their remaining lives would be spent on such a desolate island?
For a moment, everyone showed expressions of despair.
However, at this point, Charle knew he still had to give the prisoners a little hope, not let them have absolutely no goal.
So after a moment of thought, Charle said.
"If you contribute enough, not only will you have a chance to leave here, but you might also receive magical items as a reward."
"Magic, understand?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Pablo and his subordinates were first stunned, then their eyes showed a fervent look.
Magic?
The means by which Charle subdued them?
This was much more useful than guns, it was simply unpredictable!
If they had magic, wouldn't transporting goods be much more convenient?
Bah, if they had magic, what goods would they still transport?
Playing around as president isn't out of the question!
Even the legendary immortality might be achievable through magic!
Pablo swallowed hard.
Then, a look of determination appeared in his eyes. He took out a personal photo album and respectfully handed it to Charle.
"Master Wizard, I have many photos here with other drug lords."
"We are all a group of people who love to smile, perhaps it can be of some help to you, Master Wizard."
When Charle saw the photo album, a smile also appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Immediately after, a series of loud pops from Apparition sounded.
String after string of drug lords, tightly bound with ropes, were brought by Charle to Azkaban and handed over to the Dementors to be processed.
And upon hearing that there was hope of obtaining magic here, the eyes of most of the drug lords lit up.
For a time, an unprecedentedly strong sense of hope and happiness filled Azkaban.
The Dementors devoured the happiness and hope in large gulps, with only one thought left in their minds.
"Can't finish eating, absolutely can't finish eating!"
"Wuwuwu, where have we Dementors ever eaten such a rich meal?"
"There is no second sun in the sky, Master Charle is the only sun in our hearts!"
At the same time, the Dementors also began to constantly split under the ample nutritional supply, their population continuously climbing, quickly exceeding the number before Charle's feeding, and even starting to multiply.
Seeing this scene, Charle's eyes also showed the ecstatic joy of a farmer at harvest time.
After working so hard for so long, the harvest time was finally here!
As the wand waved, the Ego Supremacy Charm and the Holy Kingdom Charm burst forth one after another.
The platinum-gold holy light annihilated one Dementor after another, and tentacles also wrapped around Dementor after Dementor, devouring them completely with crunching sounds.
As more and more Dementors were eliminated, the range of the Holy Kingdom Charm also visibly grew larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The Holy Kingdom Charm at the very beginning only covered a radius of twenty meters centered on Charle, and could not even completely envelop the image summoned by the Ego Supremacy Charm.
But now, its range increased from twenty meters to thirty meters, forty meters, and finally settled at a radius of fifty meters.
Within a radius of fifty meters centered on Charle, above and below, everything belonged to the scope of the Holy Kingdom!
And not only did the range expand, but the holy magic within it also became more and more dazzling, and its killing effect on dark magic was at least doubled compared to before!
The changes in the Ego Supremacy Charm were also significant.
The height of the summoned platinum-gold indescribable image soared all the way to nearly thirty meters high, truly like a god.
The platinum-gold holy magic on its body was also so dense that it was almost tangible, as if it were wearing a layer of platinum-gold armor.
When the Holy Kingdom Charm wrapped around the Ego Supremacy Charm, with every movement, the holy flames surged like a tide.
Accompanied by an excited holy roar, a straight shockwave swept through the perpetually dark and negative-emotion-soaked clouds above Azkaban, actually plowing a hundred-meter blank space directly in the clouds above!
Azkaban, which had not seen sunlight for years, unexpectedly had sunlight cast down!
Seeing this scene, Charle's eyes also showed a look of shock.
The power of the two holy magic spells had more than doubled.
When combined, the power was at least three times that of before!
If he could continue to eat Dementors like this, Charle believed that he would let this magical world experience what ultimate holiness was!
In addition to the soaring power of the holy magic spells, Charle's deduction points also surged by a large margin due to this wave of devouring Dementors just now.
In such a short period of time, the deduction points surged by over a million!
Dementors are indeed extremely evil dark creatures in the magical world, and the magic they contain is quite impressive, providing a huge amount of points.
A dozen Dementors combined are almost comparable to a Fire Dragon!
And in addition to these gains, Charle had an unexpected surprise.
Deep Blue sounded a prompt in Charle's mind.
Host has obtained high-level soul-type material. The points required for deducing soul-related magic will be greatly reduced.
Host has witnessed the Dementor's Kiss multiple times and witnessed the entire process of soul stripping, obtaining knowledge available for deduction - Soul Extraction.
Initial deduction of this magic requires 300,000 points. Do you want to deduce?
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