Rampaging Dementors

Azkaban, dark and damp as hell, had always been considered the most terrifying place in the entire Wizarding World.

As for other wizards' misconceptions about Azkaban, Lester could only feel aggrieved. After all, Azkaban's environment was terrible, but was that how he wanted it to be?

What island wanted to be branded Devil's Island? Wasn't it all because of these Dementors ruining the environment?

Therefore, for Azkaban's reconstruction project and greening plan, Lester felt it was necessary to teach these disgusting creatures called Dementors a lesson.

"Fire Shield!"

Lester and the others swaggered across Azkaban Island, immediately drawing the attention of quite a few Dementors.

The instant those Dementors entered Lester's sight, he unleashed terrifying Fiendfyre, directly consuming them.

In the blink of an eye, more than eighty Dementors had died beneath Lester's Fiendfyre in less than half an hour.

Even the ground of Azkaban Island had been burned away by two centimeters.

Even so, Lester was still dissatisfied. He continued leading Hafiz and the others from door to door, paying visits to those environment-destroying Dementors.

Sure enough, five more Dementors soon appeared before Lester's eyes.

Five Dementors stood atop a small hill piled from strange black rocks, secretly watching the swaggering Lester.

Their black bodies blended completely into the darkness of the gloomy surroundings, and for a moment, Hafiz and the others failed to notice their presence.

Unfortunately, Hafiz was Hafiz, and Lester was Lester.

While those Dementors secretly observed Lester, he spotted them at a glance.

However, to keep those Dementors from escaping, Lester pretended not to see them and continued forward with Hafiz and the others, his head lowered.

"Fire Shield!"

The instant they approached the black hill, Lester thrust both hands toward it through the air.

Scorching Fiendfyre shot from his palms in an instant, immediately consuming the entire twenty-meter-tall hill of strange rocks.

Naturally, the five Dementors atop it did not escape either. They were likewise burned into ash by the terrifying Fiendfyre.

[Ding! Fiendfyre killed 5 Dementors. Fire Shield proficiency +5. Fire Shield has leveled up!]

Along with a string of pleasant system notifications, Lester's Fire Shield rose to Level 2.

[Dark Lord System]

[Host: Lester Bide]

[Magic Power: 10 (an adult wizard has 100)]

[Mastered Spells: God-tier Invisibility Technique (Max Level, cannot be upgraded)]

[Wall-Piercing Technique (Basic Spell, cannot be upgraded)]

[Transfiguration (from a Boggart, cannot be upgraded)]

[Level 2 Fire Shield (0/1000)]

[Mission: Angry Prisoner]

[Draws: 0 (500000 Fear Points/draw)]

At the same time, a massive amount of information concerning the use of Fire Shield suddenly appeared in Lester's mind.

After sorting through it for a moment and successfully absorbing all the information, Lester's eyes lit up.

"So Fire Shield can be used like this?"

Having just learned a new way to use the Fire Shield Charm, Lester was immensely excited. He immediately led Hafiz and the others across Azkaban Island in search of their next victim.

Before long, Lester, who had already ventured deep into Azkaban, easily found another three Dementors.

At the same time, the three Dementors noticed Lester, whose entire body was wrapped in blue Fiendfyre.

[Ding! Fear Points from Dementors +100]

The instant they saw Lester, these fearless Dementors each contributed 100 Fear Points to him.

"Woooo!"

Seeing a Fiendfyre barrier as large as an entire basketball court, the three Dementors immediately tried to flee in terror.

Lester watched their frantic retreating figures without any intention of attacking. Only when they were about to escape his field of vision did he raise his right hand and gently clench it in their direction.

Whoosh!

A massive blue Fiendfyre Palm instantly appeared around the three Dementors, forcibly gripping the three Dementors who were still desperately trying to flee.

The instant they touched the enormous Fiendfyre Palm, the three Dementors let out earth-shaking screams. Before they could react, they were burned into wisps of black smoke.

[Ding! Used Fire Shield to kill one Dementor. Proficiency +1]

[...]

The system's pleasant notifications rang out beside Lester's ears once more.

However, he paid no attention to them. Instead, he looked toward Azkaban thoughtfully.

Whoosh!!!

Amid gusts of biting cold wind, hundreds of Dementors in black cloaks drifted rapidly toward Lester and the others.

"Woooo!!!"

Furious howls continuously poured from the Dementors' mouths, echoing across the entire island of Azkaban.

Even within Azkaban Prison several hundred meters away, their roars could be faintly heard.

They had come for revenge. Lester's large-scale slaughter of Dementors had finally drawn the attention of a great number of them.

Although they were dark creatures, they could not endure Lester killing them like this.

Therefore, after three more of their comrades had been killed, these Dementors decided to join forces and defeat Lester, this butcher.

At that moment, Lester and the others, who stood directly before the Dementors, were the first to be affected.

As dark creatures, Dementors unconsciously stole away the happiness of others with every movement.

Their howls could plunge others into endless terror.

Now, the united roars of hundreds of Dementors instantly stirred endless turmoil within Lester and the others.

Hafiz and the other three Aurors were frightened pale and collapsed onto the ground.

Only Lester, protected by Fire Shield, remained unaffected by the Dementors' howls and stood where he was with an unchanged expression.

Standing on high ground and surveying the situation, Lester could see only a vast mass of black cloaks rapidly drifting toward him and the others.

Looking at the overwhelming swarm of Dementors charging at him, Lester smiled disdainfully.

"Good timing!"

Lester raised his small hand and slammed it toward the Dementors.

With that motion, a massive Fiendfyre Palm ten meters long rapidly appeared above the Dementors, then crashed down.

Boom!

After a deafening explosion, endless flames erupted from the massive Fiendfyre Palm, instantly burning more than a dozen Dementors below into ashes.

A deep palm print was left on the ground, while the scorched earth constantly displayed the power of that attack.

Ignoring the system notifications constantly ringing beside his ears, Lester waved his small hand again, and another Fiendfyre Palm slammed viciously down from the sky.

"Woooo!!!"

Amid several screams, dozens more Dementors were mercilessly robbed of their lives by Fiendfyre.