The two Dementors gathered together. One clump-no, two clumps of dark, ragged cloth floated in the air. The moment they emerged, they turned to look around, and the next second, they chose to huddle together rather than flee.
Because fleeing was useless. It wasn't as though they hadn't tried, even if this place looked much larger than the other room.
More importantly, they could sense a threat.
This time, there was an old devil too!
In the Dementors' perception, that surging, dazzling mass of light was impossible to ignore.
Watching the two Dementors behave like little rabbits confronted by the big bad wolf, Su Er felt somewhat guilty. Could they still carry out the important task of sucking Voldemort into their bellies?
He had drilled these two Dementors far too hard lately.
So much so that seeing him gave them PTSD.
But things had come this far, and the arrow was already on the bowstring. Whether they were mules or horses, he still had to take them out and see what they could do.
"See that Diadem?" Su Er asked the two Dementors pleasantly.
Having come from Azkaban, they could understand the language of wizards.
At the sound of Su Er's voice, the two Dementors visibly shuddered. The sturdier one bobbed up and down. Did that mean it understood?
Whether they understood or not, Su Er took it as a yes.
"There's a soul fragment inside. I assume you can sense it?"
The two Dementors sniffed, hesitated, then nodded.
"Very good." Su Er clapped his hands. "Suck it out of there. Finish this job, and I can send you back to Azkaban."
Really?
The two Dementors glanced at the Diadem, then at each other. *What did the little devil say? Suck the soul out of that stone, and he'd let