Dementors Earning Revenue and Surrendering

Cornwall...

"Expecto Patronum!"

A silver goose flew past, sending a Dementor fleeing with its head in its hands, but before it could get very far, it ran straight into a thin streak of flame.

The flame was not very hot—or rather, because it was so small, the Dementor felt nothing before it struck.

But by the time it reacted, the flame had already wrapped around its body like a rope.

In the blink of an eye, the Dementor was burned to ashes.

After lifting the Disillusionment Charm, Kyle waved his wand. The flames on the Dementor's body automatically gathered into a ball and flew back to the tip of a wooden stick in his hand, where they continued to burn steadily.

"This thing is really nice..." Cedric looked enviously at the torch in Kyle's hand. "We agreed, next time you drive away the Dementors, and I'll use the Gubraithian Fire."

"No problem." Kyle tossed him the torch. "Be careful not to burn yourself. It may not be as terrifying as Fiendfyre, but it's still magical fire. I don't want to visit you at St Mungo's."

"Are you underestimating me a little too much?" Cedric said irritably, holding the torch. "Even if I'm not as good as you with spells, it's not like I can't even use a Fire-Control Charm."

Kyle shrugged without saying anything.

Just then, an owl happened to fly over their heads.

Kyle took out a Sickle and gave it a shake. The owl immediately flew over and pulled a stack of newspapers from the bag tied to its leg.

"Thank you, two copies will do." Kyle tossed the Sickle into the bag. "Keep the change."

Aside from owls that delivered newspapers to specific people, the Daily Prophet also had another kind of delivery service, like this one.