Chapter 671: Dementors in the Principal's Office

“This is really unexpected.

After the last class in the morning, everyone was discussing the content of the class enthusiastically in the corridor.

"This is the first time I know that a simple human body transformation spell actually has so many things to pay attention to."

"Yes, that assistant Tonks is really good. I dare say I can change my appearance before get out of class ends."

"Stop bragging, you just made your head bigger..."

Everyone walked towards the auditorium talking and laughing. It was obvious that they were all very interested in the new Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

It's a pity that there are only two such classes a week, and they have to face Umbridge at other times.

In the auditorium, some people had been waiting for a long time. As soon as they saw them, they couldn't wait to ask: "How is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? Will he still let us study?"

"No, of course not." The sixth grade students then excitedly told about their experiences in the classroom, which also attracted more and more people around them.

"Change your appearance..." Ron said thoughtfully: "Harry, if we learn this trick, can we deal with Malfoy well? As long as we become Crabbe again Looks like Gore..."

Harry's eyes immediately lit up.

Being able to beat Malfoy without revealing his identity was what he had always wanted.

"Don't think about it." Hermione glanced at the two of them from the side and said calmly: "This special course should only be for students in sixth grade and above. We will have to wait until next year to learn... If Tonks is the assistant teacher by then If you're still at Hogwarts."

"Why." Ron was a little unconvinced, "Don't people below the sixth grade need to hide themselves? Or can we always stay in school."

"Did you not listen to what they just said?" Hermione turned her head impatiently and said, "Then let me remind you that the prerequisite for changing one's appearance is to learn human body deformation. This is high-end deformation magic. Fifth graders The following will not be learned at all.”

"But we are only in fifth grade," Harry said, "and we happen to be studying human transfiguration."

He took out his homework, dug out the Transfiguration class and said, "Look, our homework even explains the development and changes of human body deformation in each period."

"Of course I know this," said Hermione, "but have you learned it?"

When she asked this question, Harry immediately fell silent.

Has he learned it?

The answer to this question is of course no.

At most, he would not be reprimanded by Professor McGonagall because of his current level. As for Ron... his level is even worse than his own. In the last Transfiguration class, he was deducted two points because he failed to complete Professor McGonagall's requirements. .

"Look, this is the key." Hermione said, "Changing your appearance and bones is much more complicated than turning your arms into branches. Even if she is willing to teach you, can you learn it?"

Ron opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute it at all. In the end, he could only mutter in a low voice: "Really, it's obviously Defense Against the Dark Arts, why is it related to Transfiguration again?"

No one answered him. Hermione acted as if she hadn't heard anything and continued: "So, before we finish learning human transformation, this kind of course will only appear in sixth and seventh grade."

"What about us..." Harry asked anxiously, "Why don't we let Umbridge teach us? I've really had enough."

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, "There may be other contents."

She glanced down at her new class schedule, "We have to wait until Wednesday for Assistant Tonks's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so we should know by then."

After finishing lunch, several people walked out of the auditorium.

At the same time, Kyle was also called to the principal's office.

He looked at the Dementor wearing a tattered black cloak floating in the office, and asked doubtfully: "Professor, have you decided to change your pet? If that's the case, then leave Fox to me to take care of it."

"Except for Azkaban, the Ministry of Magic does not allow Dementors to appear anywhere else, let alone keep them in private hands.

Dumbledore said calmly: "Besides, taking care of Fawkes is not a complicated matter. I can do it myself."

"Then this is..." Kyle asked, pointing at the dementor.

"Remember what I told you a few days ago?" Dumbledore said, "We need to know whether the dementors have surrendered to Voldemort."

"Ah, that's right." Kyle also remembered, "But didn't Fudge say that the dementors were unwilling to leave Azkaban? He also came to Hogwarts alone that afternoon.

"Have the Dementors changed their minds?"

"It may be that others have changed their minds." Dumbledore stood up and came to the Dementor. "It just so happens that I just expressed to Fudge my intention to go to Azkaban in person. Magic The ministry brought it.”

"That's quite a coincidence." Kyle said. He looked around the office and found that there was no one else here except himself and Dumbledore.

"It came by itself?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore said and shook his head, "The beater responsible for bringing it had a bad stomach and has already gone to the campus hospital. Madam Pomfrey should cure them in two hours.

"I'm also planning to go to the campus hospital to visit them, so I'll leave this to you, no problem."

"No problem, Professor." Kyle nodded.

"That's good." Dumbledore said.

Then he left, leaving Kyle and the Dementor in the office.

The fire in the fireplace was very strong, but Kyle couldn't help wrapping himself in a thick robe. It must be said that with the Dementors, no matter how many ways to keep warm, it would be useless.

This creature can absorb all the surrounding temperature even if it does nothing but floats there, especially in such a small space.

It's okay in summer, but it's a bit painful in winter.

Fortunately, Fawkes flew to Kyle's shoulder at this time, and the biting cold finally disappeared.

The Dementor suddenly stepped back, as if he was afraid of the approach of the phoenix.

Well, the phoenix has another function of driving away the Dementors, and Kyle envied Dumbledore more and more.

He raised his head and tried to identify the appearance of the Dementor in front of him, wanting to see if it was one of the ones he had contacted before.

But the Dementors all look the same, at least that's what Kyle thinks. He looked at them for a long time, but didn't find anything particularly familiar.

Kyle subconsciously took a step forward, and the Dementors retreated a little, clinging to the wall.

"Don't be afraid, I just want to ask you a few questions." Kyle held Fawkes in his hands, took out the pod given by Professor Sprout from his pocket and fed it to it, while asking, "Do you remember the prisoner's escape that day?"

The Dementors didn't speak, and Kyle didn't urge him, just waiting patiently.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the Dementors made a dull "clicking" sound, like the poor contact of an old radio.

"Which... time..."

"The time when ten people escaped from prison." Kyle said.

"Remember..."

"Very good." Kyle nodded, "What happened that day, can you tell me?"

The Dementors looked down at Fawkes in Kyle's arms.

"Don't worry, just say what you want, it won't do anything to you."

The Dementor wanted to retreat, but there was already a wall behind it. After trying several times, it had no choice but to give up and just float there.

"That day... many people came... they... opened... the cell door..."

"Didn't you stop them?" Kyle asked, "It's the Dementors' responsibility to guard the prisoners."

"Can't stop them..."

"Why, can't they beat them?"

"Can't stop them..." the Dementors repeated, "Not allowed... we... were stopped..."

"Who stopped them?" Kyle asked, "Was it those who opened the cell door, or other Dementors?"

The Dementors didn't speak, but Kyle had guessed the answer, so he changed his words,

"Can you tell me? How many Dementors left Azkaban after that?

Oh, don't worry, your words here won't be spread to the Ministry of Magic, I swear in the name of Dumbledore."

This time the Dementors were silent for more than ten minutes before answering in a hoarse voice: "Three groups..."

"Three groups of Dementors?" Kyle frowned, "How many are there?"

"That's sixty." A voice came from the wall.

It was a witch with a bun. When Kyle came in just now, she was still sleeping with her eyes closed, but now she appeared in the picture frame closest to them.

The witch explained: "When Azkaban was first established, there were five areas, each holding criminals of different levels. Each area was guarded by twenty Dementors, and another twenty were replaced after three days. In order to facilitate the statistics and management of the Ministry of Magic, this number was fixed."

"So that's it." Kyle suddenly realized.

Sixty Dementors chose to follow Voldemort... Because he didn't know how many Dementors there were in total, Kyle was not sure whether this number was more or less.

The only thing that was certain was that there were really Dementors who rebelled.

No wonder the Ministry of Magic only said that it would let the strikers and Aurors chase the Death Eaters when they escaped from prison this time, and didn't mention Dementors at all. This is not like their style.

After all, two years ago, in order to hunt down Sirius, there were about a hundred Dementors transferred to Hogwarts, and all the searches were carried out by the Dementors, and the accompanying strikers only played a supporting role.

Apparently, the Ministry of Magic had long known that the Dementors had rebelled, but they had never told Dumbledore.

"Boy!"

While Kyle was thinking, a voice came from the portrait again.

Sirius' grandfather, Phineas Black, lay on the frame and looked at him with interest, "Can you talk to Dementors?"

Although he asked this, his tone was extremely certain, "This is an incredible ability. Even if you are imprisoned in Azkaban in the future, you can escape with this ability... or even directly control the wizard prison."

"It seems that you are much more dangerous than that Voldemort."

"Phineas!" The witch who spoke before glanced at him, "You should believe in Albus, he is the headmaster now."

"Tsk, believe in Dumbledore." Phineas curled his lips, "His students are much more dangerous than when I was the headmaster. Hogwarts is almost the cradle of the Dark Lord."

"Phineas, if you say that again..." The witch rolled up her sleeves, "I don't mind letting you suffer a little."

"What do you want to do?" Phineas immediately shut up. "I'm doing this for the good of Hogwarts. I warn you not to mess around. My beating hurts!"

"Principal Black." Kyle interrupted them at this time, "Can you please keep this a secret for me?"

"Huh?" Phineas rubbed his ears, as if he hadn't heard anything, dodging the witch's fist and gradually running away.

Kyle sighed, came to the wall, and found a portrait with Phineas' name on it.

"Fox, I'll give you ten pots of mandrakes. Can you help me burn this ugly portrait?"

Fox immediately raised his head and smacked his lips.

"I know this is the principal's office, but isn't Professor Dumbledore here now? When the time comes, you just have to say that the Dementors want to attack me, right?

"Well, I'll give you twenty pots of mandrakes, plus..."

"Boy, what do you want to do! "

At this time, Phineas, who had already run away, came back again without knowing when, staring at Kyle in disbelief, "This is the principal's office."

"I know, but there is no way, who let you discover my biggest secret." Kyle shook his head, "Sorry, Professor Black."

"No, no, no, we can discuss it." Phineas waved his hands repeatedly, "Don't worry, I will never tell anyone, after all, I have been a principal, and it is my job to protect students' secrets."

"Well... it's still not safe." Kyle shook his head after thinking for a moment.

Fox also cooperated and stretched out his claws and clasped them on the portrait.

"No, don't, you believe me..." Phineas was really panicked, "My great-grandson has a good relationship with you, even if you don't believe me, you have to believe him.

"And don't just stand there and watch. Come and help persuade him." He turned and shouted at the portrait next to him: "My portrait is destroyed, and yours will certainly not escape either. Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Come and beg him together..."

"Shut up, you idiot, the portrait and the castle are one!"

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked to the side and lay on the ground groaning.

Then, as if a switch had been triggered, a group of people suddenly swarmed in from all directions and punched and kicked him, as skilled as if they had rehearsed countless times in advance.

"Don't get me wrong, kid." The wizard who kicked him straightened his clothes and said seriously, "All of our past principals are actually quite normal. Phineas is just an exception. His IQ does not represent everyone."

"The most unpopular principal, I understand." Kyle said with a smile.

The man breathed a sigh of relief and said again: "You can rest assured that we will never reveal what happened here. In fact, Fox's reaction is enough to explain everything. Phoenix will not get close to people with dark hearts."

"It doesn't matter, of course I know."

Kyle said, "But I have a question, can the portraits here be destroyed so easily? I always thought that even with the Fiery Curse, it wouldn't work."

"If the entire castle can be destroyed, it's also possible." The man said.

"So even the Phoenix can do it easily?"

"Even the Phoenix can't, unless it is the current principal."

"Then why was Principal Black so worried just now."

"Obviously, that idiot forgot...Okay, you go do your thing, I'll go move."

After that, he also joined the battlefield and kicked Phineas in the face.

"Ugh... Damn it, you haven't washed your feet for hundreds of years."

"Don't talk nonsense, have you ever seen a portrait washing feet?"

The principal's office became lively in an instant, and Phineas' screams could be heard everywhere.

"Oh, it's so lively."

Kyle turned around and saw Dumbledore coming in from outside.

"What's going on with them?"

"They said they wanted to do some activities." Kyle said.

"What about Phineas?"

"Well... he is the organizer of this activity."

"Then he is really generous." Dumbledore said, "How is it, is there any result?"

"At least sixty Dementors have rebelled." Kyle said, "Maybe more, what are you going to do, professor?"

"When such dangerous creatures are out of control, it is better to deal with them as soon as possible." Dumbledore said expressionlessly, he waved his hand, and Fawkes flew over immediately.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Just a few words, it's nothing." Kyle glanced at the Dementor who had been trembling since Dumbledore came in, "Then Professor, how to deal with it..."

"Of course, let the striker take it back to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore said meaningfully: "They should not appear outside Azkaban."

"Yes, I think so too." Kyle muttered softly.