Chapter 224: The Origin of Dementors
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Chapter 224: The Origin of Dementors
Dumbledore pondered for a moment and then spoke, "This involves a fearsome dark wizard from the 15th century, Ectis. He is known as the earliest inhabitant of Azkaban, back when Azkaban was just a hidden, magic-sealed island in the North Sea."
"While history has never lacked wizards referred to as 'evil,' Ectis's malevolence was ingrained to the core. He had no mercy for any living being, and it was he who cruelly created the species known as Dementors."
Felix Harp exclaimed in surprise, "Dementors were created by wizards? Like the Quintapeds?" He had no inkling of this; it was truly a hidden secret within the wizarding world.
"Quintapeds were accidental creations, but Dementors were not," Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't until Ectis's death and the breakdown of the hidden magic that people discovered his actions. However, Dementors had already become an independent species. Initially, there were only a few, but they can propagate and divide like fungi, and conventional spells are nearly ineffective against them."
Felix was puzzled, "If that's the case, they should have become uncontrollably numerous. But in reality, their numbers are scarce, and they're used by the Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore explained, "The Ministry of Magic has more of a cooperative relationship with Dementors. Moreover, these creatures seem to possess a mystical collective consciousness. Their numbers remain within a certain range, but once they decrease to a certain level, they naturally divide. Perhaps this is also a form of reproduction?"
Felix began to grasp the nature of Dementor existence and couldn't help but inquire further, "Apart from the Patronus Charm, are there any spells that work? I mean, spells that can completely vanquish Dementors?"
"Very difficult, Felix, very difficult," Dumbledore said with a sigh.
Felix wanted to continue his questions, but Dumbledore seemed unwilling to elaborate further, and their conversation soon came to an end.
...
In the early morning, young wizards woke up in their beds, unaware of the events from a few hours prior.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, having breakfast. Owls occasionally flew in, catching Hermione's hopeful gaze as she looked towards the Great Hall's entrance.
"Are you waiting for a letter?" Ron asked.
"Oh, I ordered a book from Flourish and Blotts through the Owlery," Hermione said absentmindedly. "It seems it won't arrive today."
Ron noticed Harry's dejected mood and suggested, "After your training this weekend, we can visit Hagrid. Honestly, the three-headed dog looks adorable when it's small. It's the first time I've agreed with Hagrid's taste..."The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
Harry's interest was piqued, and he perked up, "Might have to wait a bit, Wood's likely training until dark."
Ron shrugged, "Let's hope Hagrid won't kick us out again." At the beginning of the school year, fearing Hagrid's dismissal, they had visited him at night while wearing invisibility cloaks. Hagrid had escorted them back to the castle himself, warning them they could only visit during the day.
Hermione was about to voice her thoughts when Professor McGonagall entered the hall. She said loudly, "Potter, come here!"
Hogsmeade was an all-wizard village, and third-year and above students could visit it on certain days with the permission of their parents or guardians.
He had talked about this with Ron last night. Harry had told Ron that he hadn't gotten his uncle's signature, and Ron had suggested he ask Professor McGonagall.
Now, it seemed that the plans were ruined.
Professor McGonagall glanced at him, her expression grave. "You won't be going to Hogsmeade, of course. I meant Quidditch. Frankly, letting you practice is too dangerous. Even with the other players, it's not enough to handle Black."
"Professor McGonagall," Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, "What does this have to do with my training?"
"It's definitely related. Black is likely hiding in Hogsmeade or deep in the Forbidden Forest," Professor McGonagall delivered shocking news. "The Quidditch pitch is far from the castle. If something were to happen, we wouldn't have time to mount a rescue."
"But, but..." Harry was bewildered. He had already begun his training for this year, three times a week. Wood had enthusiastically told him that they aimed to win a second Quidditch Cup this year, a graduation gift.
Other players were equally confident due to their victory last year.
Now, before the first match even began, was the trophy already slipping through their fingers?
Suddenly, something crossed Harry's mind. He spoke urgently, "Professor McGonagall, if a professor was watching us, like Professor Vector—"
Professor McGonagall remained tight-lipped.
"Please..." Harry implored.
"Very well," Professor McGonagall relented, "I'll ask Professor Vector to oversee your training. Return to the castle before nightfall. When I have the time, I'll visit as well."
She hurriedly left, having much to attend to because of the morning's incident.
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Chapter 224: The Origin of Dementors
Dumbledore pondered for a moment and then spoke, "This involves a fearsome dark wizard from the 15th century, Ectis. He is known as the earliest inhabitant of Azkaban, back when Azkaban was just a hidden, magic-sealed island in the North Sea."
"While history has never lacked wizards referred to as 'evil,' Ectis's malevolence was ingrained to the core. He had no mercy for any living being, and it was he who cruelly created the species known as Dementors."
Felix Harp exclaimed in surprise, "Dementors were created by wizards? Like the Quintapeds?" He had no inkling of this; it was truly a hidden secret within the wizarding world.
"Quintapeds were accidental creations, but Dementors were not," Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't until Ectis's death and the breakdown of the hidden magic that people discovered his actions. However, Dementors had already become an independent species. Initially, there were only a few, but they can propagate and divide like fungi, and conventional spells are nearly ineffective against them."
Felix was puzzled, "If that's the case, they should have become uncontrollably numerous. But in reality, their numbers are scarce, and they're used by the Ministry of Magic?"
Dumbledore explained, "The Ministry of Magic has more of a cooperative relationship with Dementors. Moreover, these creatures seem to possess a mystical collective consciousness. Their numbers remain within a certain range, but once they decrease to a certain level, they naturally divide. Perhaps this is also a form of reproduction?"
Felix began to grasp the nature of Dementor existence and couldn't help but inquire further, "Apart from the Patronus Charm, are there any spells that work? I mean, spells that can completely vanquish Dementors?"
"Very difficult, Felix, very difficult," Dumbledore said with a sigh.
Felix wanted to continue his questions, but Dumbledore seemed unwilling to elaborate further, and their conversation soon came to an end.
...
In the early morning, young wizards woke up in their beds, unaware of the events from a few hours prior.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, having breakfast. Owls occasionally flew in, catching Hermione's hopeful gaze as she looked towards the Great Hall's entrance.
"Are you waiting for a letter?" Ron asked.
"Oh, I ordered a book from Flourish and Blotts through the Owlery," Hermione said absentmindedly. "It seems it won't arrive today."
Ron noticed Harry's dejected mood and suggested, "After your training this weekend, we can visit Hagrid. Honestly, the three-headed dog looks adorable when it's small. It's the first time I've agreed with Hagrid's taste..."The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
Harry's interest was piqued, and he perked up, "Might have to wait a bit, Wood's likely training until dark."
Ron shrugged, "Let's hope Hagrid won't kick us out again." At the beginning of the school year, fearing Hagrid's dismissal, they had visited him at night while wearing invisibility cloaks. Hagrid had escorted them back to the castle himself, warning them they could only visit during the day.
Hermione was about to voice her thoughts when Professor McGonagall entered the hall. She said loudly, "Potter, come here!"
Hogsmeade was an all-wizard village, and third-year and above students could visit it on certain days with the permission of their parents or guardians.
He had talked about this with Ron last night. Harry had told Ron that he hadn't gotten his uncle's signature, and Ron had suggested he ask Professor McGonagall.
Now, it seemed that the plans were ruined.
Professor McGonagall glanced at him, her expression grave. "You won't be going to Hogsmeade, of course. I meant Quidditch. Frankly, letting you practice is too dangerous. Even with the other players, it's not enough to handle Black."
"Professor McGonagall," Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, "What does this have to do with my training?"
"It's definitely related. Black is likely hiding in Hogsmeade or deep in the Forbidden Forest," Professor McGonagall delivered shocking news. "The Quidditch pitch is far from the castle. If something were to happen, we wouldn't have time to mount a rescue."
"But, but..." Harry was bewildered. He had already begun his training for this year, three times a week. Wood had enthusiastically told him that they aimed to win a second Quidditch Cup this year, a graduation gift.
Other players were equally confident due to their victory last year.
Now, before the first match even began, was the trophy already slipping through their fingers?
Suddenly, something crossed Harry's mind. He spoke urgently, "Professor McGonagall, if a professor was watching us, like Professor Vector—"
Professor McGonagall remained tight-lipped.
"Please..." Harry implored.
"Very well," Professor McGonagall relented, "I'll ask Professor Vector to oversee your training. Return to the castle before nightfall. When I have the time, I'll visit as well."
She hurriedly left, having much to attend to because of the morning's incident.
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Chapter 224: The Origin of DementorsDumbledore pondered for a moment and then spoke, "This involves a fearsome dark wizard from the 15th century, Ectis. He is known as the earliest inhabitant of Azkaban, back when Azkaban was just a hidden, magic-sealed island in the North Sea.""While history has never lacked wizards referred to as 'evil,' Ectis's malevolence was ingrained to the core. He had no mercy for any living being, and it was he who cruelly created the species known as Dementors."Felix Harp exclaimed in surprise, "Dementors were created by wizards? Like the Quintapeds?" He had no inkling of this; it was truly a hidden secret within the wizarding world."Quintapeds were accidental creations, but Dementors were not," Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't until Ectis's death and the breakdown of the hidden magic that people discovered his actions. However, Dementors had already become an independent species. Initially, there were only a few, but they can propagate and divide like fungi, and conventional spells are nearly ineffective against them."Felix was puzzled, "If that's the case, they should have become uncontrollably numerous. But in reality, their numbers are scarce, and they're used by the Ministry of Magic?"Dumbledore explained, "The Ministry of Magic has more of a cooperative relationship with Dementors. Moreover, these creatures seem to possess a mystical collective consciousness. Their numbers remain within a certain range, but once they decrease to a certain level, they naturally divide. Perhaps this is also a form of reproduction?"Felix began to grasp the nature of Dementor existence and couldn't help but inquire further, "Apart from the Patronus Charm, are there any spells that work? I mean, spells that can completely vanquish Dementors?""Very difficult, Felix, very difficult," Dumbledore said with a sigh.Felix wanted to continue his questions, but Dumbledore seemed unwilling to elaborate further, and their conversation soon came to an end....In the early morning, young wizards woke up in their beds, unaware of the events from a few hours prior.Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table, having breakfast. Owls occasionally flew in, catching Hermione's hopeful gaze as she looked towards the Great Hall's entrance."Are you waiting for a letter?" Ron asked."Oh, I ordered a book from Flourish and Blotts through the Owlery," Hermione said absentmindedly. "It seems it won't arrive today."Ron noticed Harry's dejected mood and suggested, "After your training this weekend, we can visit Hagrid. Honestly, the three-headed dog looks adorable when it's small. It's the first time I've agreed with Hagrid's taste..."The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.Harry's interest was piqued, and he perked up, "Might have to wait a bit, Wood's likely training until dark."Ron shrugged, "Let's hope Hagrid won't kick us out again." At the beginning of the school year, fearing Hagrid's dismissal, they had visited him at night while wearing invisibility cloaks. Hagrid had escorted them back to the castle himself, warning them they could only visit during the day.Hermione was about to voice her thoughts when Professor McGonagall entered the hall. She said loudly, "Potter, come here!"Hogsmeade was an all-wizard village, and third-year and above students could visit it on certain days with the permission of their parents or guardians.He had talked about this with Ron last night. Harry had told Ron that he hadn't gotten his uncle's signature, and Ron had suggested he ask Professor McGonagall.Now, it seemed that the plans were ruined.Professor McGonagall glanced at him, her expression grave. "You won't be going to Hogsmeade, of course. I meant Quidditch. Frankly, letting you practice is too dangerous. Even with the other players, it's not enough to handle Black.""Professor McGonagall," Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, "What does this have to do with my training?""It's definitely related. Black is likely hiding in Hogsmeade or deep in the Forbidden Forest," Professor McGonagall delivered shocking news. "The Quidditch pitch is far from the castle. If something were to happen, we wouldn't have time to mount a rescue.""But, but..." Harry was bewildered. He had already begun his training for this year, three times a week. Wood had enthusiastically told him that they aimed to win a second Quidditch Cup this year, a graduation gift.Other players were equally confident due to their victory last year.Now, before the first match even began, was the trophy already slipping through their fingers?Suddenly, something crossed Harry's mind. He spoke urgently, "Professor McGonagall, if a professor was watching us, like Professor Vector"Professor McGonagall remained tight-lipped."Please..." Harry implored."Very well," Professor McGonagall relented, "I'll ask Professor Vector to oversee your training. Return to the castle before nightfall. When I have the time, I'll visit as well."She hurriedly left, having much to attend to because of the morning's incident.Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
