At some point, Murphy had arrived on the roof of a building. Looking down at Sirius lying on the ground below, he suddenly snapped his fingers.
Dark clouds gathered in an instant, and the terrifying voltage made the Dementors' tattered cloaks rise upward all around them. Then hundreds of bolts of lightning fell at once, striking those ugly creatures. Electric fire set their rotten cloaks ablaze, and the flashes pierced through their seemingly decayed flesh, making them let out an awful howl.
A moment later, nearly a hundred Dementors scattered like a startled school of fish.
Murphy raised an eyebrow. It seemed these things really did have decent defenses. After taking a bolt of lightning, they could still fly, and did not seem too badly hurt either.
If he ever had the chance, he had to capture one and take it apart to see exactly what it was made of.
But for now, he would deal with Sirius first.
More than an hour later, Sirius woke up on a warm, large bed.
He sat up abruptly and looked around in panic. Only after confirming that there were no Dementors nearby did he let out a breath of relief.
"Mr. Black, you're awake?"
On the other side of the luxurious room, a black-haired young man sat on a sofa. He put down the book in his hand and asked, "How do you feel? Any discomfort anywhere?"
"This... is... where. You... are... who..."
It had been too long since Sirius had communicated normally with anyone, and he had almost lost the ability to speak. As if he had only just managed to regain control of his tongue, he forced out those words with difficulty.
The young man opposite him seemed to understand his condition and was extremely patient. "My name is