"The Patronus was indeed highly effective against Dementors." Matthew recalled what it had been like when he had transformed into a Dementor. Although he had swatted aside that blonde woman's Patronus at the time, he had felt as if he were being burned, and even the form of his hand had nearly become impossible to maintain. Afterward, his hunger had grown even more intense.
"I still need to test the effects of the Killing Curse and mental Runic Magic on Dementors." Matthew had no intention of testing them on himself. There were so many Dementors here; he could just catch another one.
The Dementor he had just caught had already been used up as a potion ingredient.
A few days later.
Umbridge was enjoying her superior sense of control in her office.
Ever since she had confiscated the Night-Roaming Cloak a few days earlier, she had found a way to deal with it. She had kept a keen-scented hound in the castle, and it could help her find students wandering around at night.
She had already punished many students over the past two days.
"I heard that you made the Night-Roaming Cloak." Umbridge stroked the riding crop in her hand. "How should I punish you?"
Standing before Umbridge were Fred and George.
Fred scratched his head. Naturally, he was not foolish enough to admit it outright. He turned to George and asked with an expression of confusion, "Night-Roaming Cloak? George, do you know what that is?"
"Don't know. It sounds like something that lets people break school rules." George shrugged.
Fred blinked innocently. "Is that so? We're both good students who obey the rules. Why would we make something that violates school rules?"
Umbridge sneered. "Still refusing to admit it? Unfortunately for you, I happen to have evidence."
Then she