Dementor's Kiss and the Ministry of Magic's Hidden Hand

On the open-air platform outside Azkaban Prison, three Death Eaters were bound to Magic Chairs. The Aurors slowly backed away, making room for the Dementors.

Seeing this, Andy also retreated some distance.

The air around them suddenly turned cold, bone-piercingly cold, the chill reaching deep into their souls.

Several Aurors shivered involuntarily. Even Scrimgeour drew his sleeves tighter, clearly affected quite badly.

Andy, however, felt nothing.

After successfully completing Magical Transformation, this chill could no longer affect him.

But...

This chill really does come from the Death Dimension!

After experiencing it up close, Andy confirmed it once again.

Andy was very familiar with this power.

When he had explored the Department of Death, this chill had nearly killed him. After successfully completing Magical Transformation, Andy could even use this chill himself.

So... how does the Ministry of Magic intend to deal with the Dementors? Andy felt somewhat puzzled.

But this was not the time to think about that.

"It's starting!"

In the sky, the Dementors began to stir.

"Ahhh—"

The three Death Eaters all wore expressions of despair.

They screamed themselves hoarse, trying to vent the fear in their hearts. Their bodies struggled constantly, but it was utterly futile.

Even Dolohov, who had been so arrogant before, now had terror in his eyes, his face twisted beyond recognition.

The Dementor's Kiss was the most evil punishment in the Wizarding World.

Because it involved the soul.

Very soon, the first Dementor swooped down from the sky.

It drifted past a Death Eater, and that Death Eater's eyes instantly became somewhat vacant. The despair and terror on his face froze in an instant.

It was as though something had been sucked away by the Dementor.

Those were happy memories! Soon, the second, the third, the fourth... dozens of Dementors descended one after