Professional French-Bashers
Five nautical miles from Azkaban's triangular prison, a black ship surfaced.
Like a ghost ship, it was cutting through the wind and waves, slicing through the thin mist rising from the churning waves.
The steel hull, painted a granny gray, gives it a unique sense of antiquity and history, making people hesitant to approach it.
But a group of Dementor were circling in the sky like vultures, trying to attack the fat sheep that had fallen into their mouths.
Whether it's greasy or not, let's eat it first!
William was naturally aware of what was happening outside the cabin, but he wasn't too surprised; it was part of his plan.
Since crafting two Flying Cloak, the Dementor I caught last time have almost all been used up.
William is currently in dire need of high-level Dementor materials, okay?
This trip aboard Durmstrang's ship will allow us to come to Azkaban and seize some of the existing stock.
As for whether the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic will hold them accountable?
Hmm... Karkaroff's good deeds have nothing to do with William!
If you want to hold someone accountable, you should go to Norway.
In the past, William wouldn't have wanted to let Karkaroff get blamed, since Karkaroff wouldn't cooperate with his statements.
But now he's Sirius in disguise, so William can say whatever he wants, and Sirius will strike the pose he wants.
Even so, William still felt that the pot wasn't big enough or black enough.
Besides, even if they hold someone accountable, Fudge won't be in office for long; he'll have to step down soon.
War is bound to break out sooner or later; who cares about losing a few Dementor then?
Now is the perfect time to capture the Dementor.
William's purpose in capturing the Dementor was certainly not simply to obtain materials; he had a far deeper objective.
According to Voldemort's three-step strategy:
He needs to rescue the Death Eaters servants imprisoned in Azkaban.
This is the most urgent matter!
However, Voldemort is still in a dormant phase and will not directly break into prison, as that would cause too much of a commotion.
He would send his men to secretly contact the Dementor and try to win them over.
Humans, being complex creatures, are often opportunistic, siding with whoever wins. But Dementor, with their simple thought processes, are much more direct and brutal:
They will help whoever can help them reproduce happily.
Who can enable them to reproduce in large numbers?
Of course, it's Voldemort.
William was quite certain that it was only a matter of time before the Dementor rebelled.
But it's simply unrealistic to have the Ministry of Magic expel the Dementor or let the Auror take over Azkaban.
Fudge won't agree; he'll just think you're crazy.
Therefore, the best solution is to substitute one of their own for another, replacing the leader of the Dementor with "one of their own."
In the final crucial moment, he acted as a double agent, launching a counterattack against the Death Eaters.
Having been by my side for two years, the Little Black Robe is undoubtedly a great choice.
After two years of patient training by William and Hermione, it is now obedient.
Of course, you could also use another word... fear.
The Little Black Robe disappeared on the beach in Biarritz, France, and together with the subsequent Halloween, more than a hundred Dementor have gone missing.
The Ministry of Magic pinned all the blame on Sirius.
So the story is quite simple: the Little Black Robe was imprisoned by Sirius for two years before finally escaping.
Look how inspirational and motivational this is!
As for whether the Dementor would believe it, the Dementor didn't have such ulterior motives.
They do have intelligence, and their intelligence is at the level of wizards.
The Ministry of Magic wouldn't care whether a missing Dementor has returned.
If the Little Black Robe can return smoothly, it may become the leader; the Dementor will eventually become the Stark army.
What happened to the original leader?
Of course, he was captured by Durmstrang during this attack.
William took the Little Black Robe out of the Safety Watch and grinned, asking, "Little Black Robe, you're going home now. Are you happy?"
The Little Black Robe has changed dramatically since two years ago.
They're somewhat like the fat and thin monks who took the Leopard Embryo Tendon-Altering Pill; you can't tell them apart just by their names.
Fortunately, Dementor don't have eyes; they rely on other special methods to distinguish their own kind.
Hearing William's laughter, the Little Black Robe couldn't help but shiver.
It had spent two years in that room, and no one knew better than it how terrifying this young wizard was.
He's practically Dark Lord!
Most importantly, this demon king can actually kill Dementor.
Those dozens of his companions who were burned to death were all killed by this man.
"When you get back, kill some Death Eaters if you can, otherwise just let it go."
William stared at the Little Black Robe and finally gave his instructions:
"But there's one guy named Tywin, you absolutely must give him a kiss. Ideally, while he's in the bathroom."
Did you hear me?
The Little Black Robe nodded nervously.
As the first Death Eaters to encounter Tywin, William still had feelings for him.
Therefore, Professor Tywin's best end is still to die... on the toilet.
This can be considered a fulfillment of their teacher-student relationship from that year.
After the Little Black Robe quietly left, he disappeared into the deep sea.
It will not return to Azkaban immediately, but will go back a few days later.
Watching the Little Black Robe leave, Hermione said worriedly:
Will it betray us?
"Not in the short term. It knows we can kill it, and we have the ability to kill it; that fear is ingrained in its heart," William said confidently.
"But if it goes on for too long, things could get complicated, so we need to kill Voldemort as soon as possible."
William gently pushed open the cockpit door and walked into the first cockpit.
He gazed at the Dementor hovering in the sky, especially the leader of the Dementor.
He took out his magic wand and sighed, "Sending materials from afar, the gift is heavy but the sentiment is light."
"I won't stand on ceremony."
The Little Black Robe in the deep sea, though now free, still felt William watching it.
What? It has no eyes and can't see?
No, it just knows!
Across the sea, it gazed at the group of Dementor from afar and couldn't help but sigh:
"So young, just like I was back then."
Fearless, ignorant!
Somewhere on the coast of Normandy, France
A huge, light blue carriage flew across the sky.
It was as big as a house, and twelve winged horses pulled it through the air. They were all Abraxan, each about the size of an elephant.
The carriage stopped at the shore.
A silver-haired girl, with her hair tied in a simple ponytail and wearing a gorgeous blue robe, jumped down from the carriage.
A moment later, a noblewoman also gracefully descended the steps.
"Is the boat coming, Phoebe?" Madame Maxime asked in a low voice, opening her large umbrella.
The umbrella was exceptionally large, resembling the kind of parasol an ordinary person would use on the beach.
"Not yet, but a typhoon recently passed through, which may have caused a delay."
That's what she said, but worry was also evident in the girl's eyes.
"Aren't you running an Akali Shop in your Place Cachée in Paris? Why are you here?" Maxime asked.
"The shop is running smoothly now, and we've hired quite a few employees, so I don't need to help them for the time being," Phoebe said in a low voice.
"William sent me; he said he had an important task for me."
Maxime sighed.
That's what Dumbledore said when he approached her.
They're all destined for a life of hard work.
At that moment, another group of wizard Apparition appeared.
Cregan appeared not far away, accompanied by several Auror.
"They're not here to arrest William, are they?" Maxime gloated.
As soon as she finished speaking, a large black ship suddenly emerged from the sea.
But no one looked at the ship; instead, they looked into the distance.
A group of the United Kingdom Auror, riding flying broomsticks, flew over the sea, seemingly chasing the ship.
Standing on the hillside, Cregan whispered:
"Back when the Dark Lord Grindelwald attacked Paris, a France Auror encountered something extremely unusual."
"Director, what is it?" an Auror asked.
Cregan slowly said, "When this Auror was riding his flying broomstick at an altitude of 500 meters, he noticed something flying next to his face."
He thought it was a small insect, so he quickly grabbed it.
Upon closer inspection, I was shocked: it turned out to be a German-made Dungbomb!
Why was this Auror able to catch the Dungbomb?
Another Auror, clearly of Muggle-born, thought for a moment and explained, "After the Dungbomb flies high into the sky, its speed slows down, which happens to be in the same direction as the flying broom's speed."
Thus, the France Auror and the Germany Dungbomb were in a relatively static state.
This illustrates that the material world is a unity of absolute motion and relative rest.
"Bullshit!" Cregan retorted angrily. "Do you know what the Daily Prophet in the United Kingdom said about it?"
"What were your comments?"
"They said, 'Why is the direction of the France Auror's flight the same as the direction of the Dungbomb thrown by the Germany wizards?!'"
Cregan waved his hand and said:
"It's this group of the United Kingdom dogs who are constantly criticizing France, professionally criticizing France."
This is France territorial waters. Get these United Kingdom Auror out of here!
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