Return in Glory to Azkaban

Lester rubbed his ears and stared in disbelief at the Dementor before him, which was speaking human language.

Weren't Dementors supposed to be dark creatures? How had this Dementor suddenly learned to speak, and with such an ancient Chinese flair at that?

"You can talk?"

Lester studied the Dementor curiously.

He had killed plenty of Dementors, but this was the first talking Dementor he had ever seen.

"I... learned... from you... for a while... the Analects."

The Dementor looked at Lester and spoke haltingly. Judging by the strained expression on its face, those few sentences had apparently exhausted its entire vocabulary.

"So, you Dementors are planning to follow me?"

Rather than dwelling on the Dementor's stammering, Lester went straight to the heart of the matter.

If he had heard correctly just now, these Dementors had said they wanted to surrender.

Sure enough, upon hearing Lester's question, the talking Dementor hurriedly nodded. "W-we are willing to serve you."

As Dementors, they had never possessed humanity's notions of loyalty. Whoever was strong was their master.

When Voldemort had been powerful, they had been dark creatures—loyal lackeys beneath the Dark Lord.

When the Ministry of Magic had been powerful, they had been helpful assistants to wizards, loyal employees guarding Azkaban.

Now that Lester was so powerful, they naturally did not mind changing allegiances, throwing themselves in with Lester, and recognizing him as their master.

After all, they were at his mercy now. If they did not submit to Lester, they would likely be consumed cleanly by the terrifying Fiendfyre at once.

Besides, the Ministry of Magic had been paying less and less attention to Dementors lately, causing their salaries and benefits to plummet.

They now missed the era when Voldemort had run rampant as the Dark Lord more than ever, and now, a new generation of Dark Lord was rising.

As opportunistic dark creatures, they naturally had to seize the chance and quickly latch onto a powerful patron.

"Good! Very good!" Lester was overjoyed to see that these Dementors wanted to submit to him.

If these Dementors had been his enemies, he would have found such dark creatures utterly disgusting.

But if they could submit to him, then this group of Dementors was quite a formidable fighting force!

"How many Dementors are there in your entire group? Does what you say carry weight among Dementors?"

Hearing Lester's question, the talking Dementor immediately perked up and declared proudly, "I am the chief of this generation's Dementor group."

"At the same time, I am the only one among all Dementors who can speak human language."

With that, the Dementor eagerly prepared to perform for Lester.

"To know what you know, and to know what you do not know—that is true knowledge."

"Know what you should know, know less of what you shouldn't, understand?"

After speaking, the Dementor looked at Lester expectantly, waiting for his praise.

Lester: "..."

To be honest, as the decisive third-generation Dark Lord, Lester was rarely left speechless. But after hearing this Dementor recite the Analects with such dramatic cadence, he felt as though his worldview was collapsing.

Had Confucius's charm really become that immense nowadays?

The philosophical maxims from thousands of years ago had not only conquered those prisoners who committed every kind of evil, but now they had even conquered the Dementor before him, which was not even human!

"Alright, alright, no need to recite any more!"

Ruthlessly interrupting the Dementor, which still wanted to recite the Analects, Lester continued, "Just how many Dementors do you have now?"

As ready-made fighting power, Lester naturally needed to find out the Dementors' numbers.

When the time came, taking this entire group of Dementors out in force would definitely catch the Ministry of Magic off guard!

"Woo woo woo!!!"

Clearly, Lester's question exceeded the talking Dementor's comprehension. After letting out a few cries unique to Dementors—

the Dementor slowly said, "A-about... over a thousand!"

"Over a thousand!" Lester's eyes instantly filled with excitement.

A full thousand Dementors! In all his life, Lester had never fought such a well-funded battle!

"Can you call your subordinates over here?" Lester asked eagerly. At the same time, to show his sincerity, he waved a hand and directly extinguished the overwhelming Fiendfyre, leaving behind only the scorched ground as proof of its former existence.

"O-of course!"

The Dementor slowly raised its head, opened its mouth wide, and let out a series of shrieks.

"Woooooo!!!!!"

The other surviving Dementors also raised their heads and answered with howls toward the sky. "Woooooo!!!!"

Gradually, hundreds of meters away, a Dementor that had been wandering aimlessly across the island froze upon hearing the howl, then immediately raised its head and howled loudly as well.

And so, with the talking Dementor chief as the center, the Dementors' howls rang out continuously across the island of Azkaban.

After hearing the uninterrupted howls, every Dementor on the island seemed to have received some kind of order. No matter what they had been doing, they set it aside and turned to float eastward.

Deep within Azkaban, Sirius watched the Dementors that had been patrolling moments ago leave immediately after hearing the roar. He was utterly baffled; he had already prepared himself to have his happiness sucked away...

"Is your method of communication really this primitive?"

Watching the Dementors shout at the top of their lungs, Lester felt somewhat speechless.

He had thought that, as dark creatures, they might possess some special means of communication. He had not expected them to communicate by yelling. It truly caught him off guard.

However, Lester soon had no time to think about that.

Because in his field of vision, a black line gradually appeared on the horizon—and it was constantly expanding.

"Dementors!"

Hafiz, who had been standing behind Lester and watching his miraculous actions, saw the Dementor army slowly emerging from the horizon and turned pale with fright.

Though he was an Azkaban guard, he had never seen such an enormous gathering of Dementors in his life!

Unlike the terrified Hafiz and the others, Lester was truly thrilled as he watched the massive group of Dementors draw closer.

He was not worried that these Dementors might suddenly change their minds and try to kill him. After all, he could summon Fiendfyre and turn invisible.

If these Dementors truly wanted to harm him, he could simply unleash an uncontrolled blaze of Fiendfyre, then enter an invisible state and easily kill them all.

Thus, as the Dementors came flying toward him and the others in overwhelming numbers, Lester not only felt no fear, but instead felt a surge of grand ambition.

"I will return to Azkaban in glory!!!"