Dementor captured!
William was very interested in Dementor, as they were a special kind of Magical Creatures.
He was so interested!
Of course, it's not a matter of liking or disliking! It really is that kind of, very rare... Magical Creatures.
The rarity of Dementor lies in their being a form of "Non-Being".
"Non-Being" is a subcategory of Magical Creatures, the most famous of which are Dementor and Boggart.
Peeves are also Non-Being creatures.
They transcend life and death, and have no counterpart in the Muggle world. Muggle can only perceive all Non-Being indirectly.
Because Non-Being beyond life and death, they do not reproduce among their own kind like ordinary creatures.
For example, Dementor only arise from human emotions and feed on those emotions.
Humans are still alive. Even if you wipe out all the existing Dementor, they will be reborn from the darkness, and the number will never stop!
William couldn't wait to explore the existence of these magical creatures and discover what kind of breathtakingly beautiful bodies were hidden beneath their Dahei!
He was determined to catch one and keep it as a pet.
That's certainly difficult.
Strictly speaking, Dementor have been part of Azkaban's fighting force since they were recruited by the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic.
Not to mention the danger, he was a legitimate civil servant of the Ministry of Magic, enjoying special allowances from Azkaban.
You think you can just arrest these thugs within the system whenever you want?! Do you think you're the Minister for Magic?
The problem is, William is currently in France, not in the United Kingdom.
He lived outside the law, free from the constraints of the United Kingdom, able to indulge himself and be a quiet, lawless outlaw, William.
The appearance of Dementor in France and their attacks on Muggle constitute a serious diplomatic incident.
If one or two Dementor were to "accidentally" disappear, the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic would immediately assume that the France were retaliating.
Or they might be attempting to steal the technology and replicate the Azkaban model.
France, on the other hand, would think that United Kingdom was blaming others and making trouble out of nothing!
No one would doubt William, this ordinary, harmless little wizard!
Absolutely perfect.
William suddenly realized that he had sped down a path of crime, leaving his peers far behind.
No, Hermione is still sticking close to him. She's been involved in almost every bad thing William has done lately, and she's his number one accomplice!
If William gets into Azkaban, the two of them will probably get a nice double room.
Hmm, this looks pretty good.
Even in France, catching a Dementor isn't so easy.
They usually travel in flocks and can fly!
But now one Dementor has separated from the main force, and unlike ghosts, they cannot pass through physical bodies.
There are many ways to catch it.
"The box!" William took off his Safety Watch and tossed it to Hermione.
Hermione caught the valuable Safety Watch, thought for two seconds, and understood William's meaning. She entered the Safety Watch and hurriedly went to find a large box.
William waved his wand, summoning a tent from the ground that stood between the Dementor and Phoebe.
Hibiscus stepped back, the Dementor followed, and the girl began to "walk around the pillar like the King of Qin," while the Dementor attempted to "assassinate the King of Qin like Jing Ke."
William, of course, wouldn't shout something like "King with his staff." He simply raised his wand and pointed it at his temple.
With a gentle flick and shake of the wand, a silvery substance emerged from its tip.
Like clouds, it is both liquid and gas.
--William's Memories!
He chanted a spell, his wand waving rapidly. Guided by the spell, those happy memories, like smoke rings, slowly magnified and scattered in the air.
William's happy memories, like a deadly poison, were detected by the Dementor' keen sense of smell.
It sniffed hard, let out a soft moan, and a look of longing appeared on its face.
Indeed, France is much better than United Kingdom; even the air here smells sweet.
At the same time, the other Dementor also caught the scent.
They became agitated and launched a frenzied attack on the Auror.
In an instant, a dozen or so Auror were caught off guard by more than a hundred suddenly berserk Dementor, and even Cregan almost had a passionate French kiss with one of the Dementor.
"Get rid of them, you damned bastards!" Cregan shouted, waving his wand.
William's monster-luring skills are absolutely top-notch; the Dementor, as expected, lost Phoebe and slid towards him following the memory.
"William, here's the box you wanted!" Hermione finally emerged from the Safety Watch, a large black cabinet floating behind her.
"Open!"
Hermione opened it quickly.
William waved his wand, and three eagles appeared one after another at the tip.
The eagle circled around William leisurely, then landed affectionately on Hermione's shoulder before suddenly soaring into the sky.
Moments later, the first one fell rapidly!
It didn't crash straight into the Dementor's head, but landed dozens of meters in front of the Dementor, and then suddenly drifted towards it.
The Dementor was feeding on memories in the air and didn't notice its Patronus. It was stabbed in the back, its back struck as if by lightning, and it was sent flying forward with a thud.
Its painful roars told it to run away, but its mouth seemed to be telling it, "Don't go!"
Take one more second!
Just a billion seconds!
Surprisingly, the Dementor were also big eaters.
Then, the second eagle swooped in and pressed itself against the Dementor's chest.
The Dementor was knocked forward several meters by the eagle, its body sliding across the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.
Having been attacked twice, the Dementor dared not greedily consume the memories any longer and turned to fly into the sky.
The third eagle crashed down, slamming into the Dementor's head and smashing it onto the beach.
"Let's go?" William chuckled, arms crossed. "Since you're here, don't rush. I'll take you to see the goldfish."
Under his magical influence, three eagles treated the lone Dementor like Quaffle and started playing Quidditch on the beach.
The Dementor Accio awkwardly between the three eagles, its black robe spinning rapidly, a rather amusing sight from afar.
Phoebe witnessed the entire process and was utterly shocked.
No matter how much the newspapers boast, nothing beats witnessing William's magical abilities firsthand and experiencing it directly!
This kind of power was something she had never experienced before, and judging from Hermione's calm expression, it seemed that she was already used to it.
For a moment, she felt a pang of envy mixed with an inexplicable jealousy, an emotion that infuriated her!
William played with it for a while, then waved his wand, sending the box flying. Finally, the eagle rammed into it, knocking the Dementor inside.
The iron gate slammed shut, and William, wand in hand, began to draw Ancient Runes around the cabinet.
The cabinet shook violently as the Dementor rammed into it, but as more and more Ancient Runes appeared, the cabinet finally quieted down completely.
William smiled with satisfaction.
Dementor captured!
Hermione was still staring intently at the Ancient Runes William had drawn, most of which she couldn't even recognize, let alone use.
Phoebe also lowered her head in deep thought, carefully examining the Ancient Runes.
The Auror were still chasing away the hundred-plus Dementor and had no time to attend to this side of the beach; William's memories caused them considerable trouble.
William tapped his wand lightly, retrieving the memory and storing it in a small crystal bottle.
Hermione took it, shook it, and carefully hid it.
William hid the box as well, to prevent Cregan from seeing it later.
The group approached, Roy and the others couldn't see the Dementor and had no idea what was happening; they only knew that danger was imminent.
Fortunately, it seems William has resolved the issue.
"Have some, it'll make you feel much better." William pulled out several bottles of Elixir to Induce Euphoria and had everyone drink them.
William also poured some for the black dog, which seemed to be greatly affected as well.
This dog is clearly like Fang; it looks big and mighty, but it's a total coward inside.
After licking the Elixir to Induce Euphoria a few times, the dog's tail wagged again, looking very happy.
It ran to the beach and started barking loudly, whether at the Auror or the Dementor, it was unclear.
He displayed an arrogant attitude, as if he were a dog relying on its master's power.
The sky cleared, the rain stopped, and the dog felt confident again.
(Thanks to "Hell Cat" for the generous donation.)