Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts

Chapter 318: “Attraction”

If important officials from the Ministry of Magic were here, they would probably really be trembling and shocked.

The dementors had concepts of emotion, what is good and evil, and means of communication. They lowered their heads together and surrendered to a Hogwarts student.

The three-meter-tall dementors removed their hoods, and the black cloaks no longer floated as if they had lost gravity but calmed down. The tattered corners of the clothes were dragged on the ground, the flowers and plants withered at a faster rate, and gray-black powder continued to peel off from the flower stems.

The Dementor hit by Sean’s Killing Curse seemed to have finally recovered. Its cloak was a lot tattered, but it still willingly approached and bowed its head together with its kind.

“Huh, Dementors cannot be truly defeated.” Sean thought silently.

The Dark Sleeper brought Sean a terrifying increase in power. Not only that, but the pure and dark emotions also partially impacted his heart. Sean looked at the Dementor who surrendered to him.

He stared at it coldly and calmly. There seems to be no leader among the dementors, and their internal communication methods seem to be almost zero.

With their heads lowered, they seemed attracted and surrendered instinctively. Sean didn’t act rashly, and calmly thought about everything in front of him.

The Dark Sleeper magnified Sean’s dark power, and then a purely dark creature like the Dementor was attracted to Sean, which seemed to be the case.

But Sean has another guess. What if it is not the amplified dark power that attracts them but the ability of the Dark Sleeper?

Because when it comes to dark power, Sean is very familiar with it. He has it in his body. The Obscurus of pure dark power, and there is also Pride.

However, when Sean first appeared, the dementors were not attracted to him.

Sean silently noted this.

As he looked around, the effect brought by the Dark Sleeper was very obvious. The black dot representing the Dementor was shining right in front of his eyes, and, somehow, Sean always had an intuition.

He could always pinch the black dot representing the Dementor if he wanted to.

Maybe he can solve the mystery of the origin of the Dementor and be able to control the Dementor completely.

If Sean can really do it, an army of dementors that completely obey orders is something else. Their natural instinct will not sway them but obey his orders.

He even created a new Azkaban, where there would be no more guards and no Aurors, and only a steady stream of prisoners would be thrown into it.

Those wizards who committed crimes, those corrupt politicians, and anyone who opposed Sean will be thrown into this new Azkaban.

The dementors would be given proper needs and create a breeding ground for dementors to multiply.

Sean will get more and more dementors, and his army of Non-Beings will grow larger and larger. No one could stop him at that time, whether you were the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry of Magic, or the Guards.

The wizarding world will all belong to Sean, and he can even create a perfect new world according to his own ideas.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Sean’s mouth, and the arc was rising with his thoughts. His hand was slowly stretching forward, and he had already touched the frontmost Dementor.

The Dementor’s head was bald, its dry, crusted gray skin as thin as a sheet of paper. The Dementor didn’t refuse Sean’s touch. It even knelt down on the ground so that he could easily touch the top of its head.

He smiled with satisfaction.

Dementors cannot harm humans without fear, such as Sean now.

In the vision of the dark sleeper, he seems to be able to catch the spot representing the Dementor just by spreading his hands again. It was pure darkness, in which there was sadness, despair, pain, and emptiness.

Sean stretched his hand a little forward, and his fingertips had already touched the black spot of light. A strange picture is slowly unfolding in his mind.

It was an island with a hook-nosed wizard in a black robe. His evil face was blurred and distorted, and he carved strange symbols in the surrounding air. There was no wand, just whispering. Monsters in black robes squirmed up from the ground and gathered together.

The picture is still unfolding, and the weird black mist is spreading and wreaking havoc within it. Sean’s hand is about to grasp the core of the Dementor’s dark power truly. There were indescribable whispers in his ears. Those whispers seemed to represent the dementors and represent the unknown dark wizard.

Just when Sean was about to grab the spot, his hand stopped.

The smile on his face that turned from happiness to madness quickly subsided, and his eyes quickly returned to their normal color.

“Merlin’s underpants, you wanted to take over me.” Sean cursed in a low voice.

During the stage of using his abilities, dark, negative emotions were constantly imperceptibly eroding Sean’s heart. The dementors indeed surrendered, and those thoughts may be real, but Sean may not be Sean by then.

“Fortunately, I was prepared.”

He had already told Dave secretly. Dave kept calling him with his thoughts and pierced him directly with the fangs on his mouth.

“Great job, Dave.” Sean praised while rubbing his chest.

The Dementor in front of him was a little confused. It didn’t know why he stopped immediately. It was already ready to assimilate into his body.

Sean gazes at the empty eye sockets of the Dementor. It didn’t make any moves after looking at it for a moment.

“Non-Beings are not magical animals, and my ability doesn’t work. To truly control the dementors, you still need an extremely huge dark power or the Dark Sleeper.” Sean said.

At this time, the picture in the back of his mind had long since disappeared, returning to the spot of light of the Dementor. He didn’t gain anything this time. Sean could clearly feel that if the picture was fully opened and he fully grasped the spot that belonged to the Dementor, he would definitely sink into it.

This process was abruptly interrupted by Sean, and learned some information from it.

First, All dementors are indeed produced by the negative emotions of human beings, and they cannot be truly eliminated. However, the first Dementor was man-made.

That unknown dark wizard who made the first Dementor.

Secondly, dementors have no emotions, but they have emotions. For example, if the prey in their mouths flies, they will feel angry. Dementors don’t communicate internally, they act on instinct, and this is the key to mastering dementors.

Sean also understood why Voldemort was able to persuade the dementors to become his allies in the book. Voldemort is similar to Sean just now. He has no fear; he is only afraid of death, and death is something that Non-Beings cannot understand.

He must have shown enough power that the dementors believed that Voldemort could bring them more food than the Ministry of Magic, so they decided to become Voldemort’s allies.

Sean naturally grasped more specific information about Dementors. He has another method, a method that can be used without using the Dark Sleeper.

Attracting the dementors with powerful hopes and joys and confusing them with the ultimate dark power. Like an extremely delicious food, the dementors will find that the food is something they would eat but would be confused as this is not real.

Using this method, Sean could lure the dementors wherever he wanted them with a bait that would never be swallowed. This approach is impossible for others because hope and despair cannot coexist, but it is not difficult for Sean.

After thinking about it, Sean slowly stepped back, and the dementors still lowered their heads as if waiting for his next move.

Sean stretched out a hand, the black particles gushed like a wave, and the Obscurus’ power flowed greatly.

In the field of vision of the Dark Sleeper, there was already an overwhelming black mist. Following Sean’s will, they wrapped towards the spot representing the Dementor.

Dementors cannot be eliminated, but they can be weakened and even leave some marks unique to Sean. The Obscurus’ particles sneaked into the dementors. They did not devour or corrode but slowly merged into it.

You will find that the spots of the Dementor are mixed with a little thick ink. This is what Aurelius once taught Sean: the power of the Obscurus can be connected even if it is scattered everywhere.

With the help of the vision brought by the Dark Sleeper, Sean used the Obscurus to set up a back door for the dozens of dementors here.

This way, even if he doesn’t use the Dark Sleeper, these dozens of dementors will not attack him. Of course, it would be unrealistic to completely control it.

Sean did this just to be safe. After all, this is all he can do now.

If he activates the Dark Sleeper when there are too many dementors, the huge dark power will create a big attraction for him, and Sean will be eaten by the Dementor’s light easily.

The Obscurus doesn’t need to worry about being eroded by the Dementor’s instinct. After all, there is no being more pure in terms of dark power than the Obscurus. At the same time, Sean will not touch the connection between the two so as not to affect his mind.

After finishing all this, he waved his hand while the Dark Sleeper was still active, and the black mist filled the air.

The dementors floated up leisurely. They put on their hoods, bowed their heads to Sean, and retreated towards the Hogwarts border behind.

“It went pretty smooth.” Sean muttered, taking the initiative to stop the Dark Sleeper.

The vision suddenly returned to its normal appearance, and the huge dark power disappeared all of a sudden.

Knowing that the side effects are serious, Sean still smacked his lips with some reluctance, “The power is really fascinating…”

However, this is just thinking about it. He deeply understands that the power beyond his control is a time bomb.

He cleared his mind to neutralize the negative emotions in his heart and took a deep breath.

At this time, the flowers on the field had turned completely withered. Sean looked around and reminded himself again.

The power felt like a double-edged sword if it wasn’t handled well.