The young wizards sat on the stage in anticipation of the new lesson that was to follow, watching with bated breath as Dracula pulled out a ... trash can?
"Professor, aren't we supposed to be in class?" One of the small wizards on the stage opened his mouth and asked, "Are you taking out a trash can to be used for class as well?"
Looking at this trash can, the little wizards all felt a little bad.
They always felt that according to Professor Dracula's past style, no matter what he took out in the classroom, the probability was that this thing would be the teaching equipnt for this lesson.
If they were allowed to use the trash can to practice the thod of fending off the dentors ... does it an that they have to fight fire with fire, using the rotten sll of the garbage inside the trash can to fight against the rotten scent of the dentors' body?
The young wizards who had been brainstorming a lot winced, feeling that this black magic defense class that they had been looking forward to was becoming desperate ...
"What are you guys thinking?" Dracula placed the trash can on the lecture table and looked at the stifled faces of the little wizards with so amusent, "This trash can is purely just a container, I took it with on the train at the ti and it's still clean, so I'm too lazy to change it."
He pointed to the trash can on the lecture table, lifting the lid up in his hand, "What's inside is what's going to be the teaching equipnt for this class."
With that, Dracula hooked the corner of his mouth and snapped his fingers lightly.
The tables and chairs under the stage along with the young wizards sitting in their respective seats were pushed by an unseen force to form a circle around the classroom.
Afterwards, Dracula reached into the trash can that had been under the No Trace Stretching Spell, pulled a dentor out of it, placed it in the very center of the classroom, and tied it with a rope that emitted a silver glow to prevent it from wandering around and affecting the students.
As soon as this dentor ca out, it sensed the taste of joy overflowing in the hearts of so many youthful and lively young wizards around it, and subconsciously let go of its big hollow mouth under its hood, ready to suck away their joy.
Where had the dentor that had spent most of its life on an island of despair like Azkaban seen such an affluent environnt, where a casual inhalation was equivalent to a complete wool-gathering of the emotions of all the inmates of Azkaban.
However, just as it was about to absorb the emotion, a silver hand suddenly appeared on its head and slapped it, the powerful daemon power covering the hand nearly breaking the Dentor's head apart.
"Be honest, it's not ti for you to feed yet." Dracula reminded tantalizingly.
The dentor was instantly honest.
Even though it didn't possess much intelligence, the experience of the past few days in the trash can simply made it worse than death ...
That horrible man had to experint with the dentor in the trash can from ti to ti, using his foul daemon spell to test the reaction of the dentor when facing the daemon, analyzing the feelings of the dentor in an environnt surrounded by daemons, and experinting on the effect of multiple dentors working together to fight against the daemon ...
In order to test out specific data, Dracula would sotis amplify the energy of the daemon spell to a very powerful level, and as a result, he accidentally wiped out quite a few dentors.
This was also one of the reasons why he expressed a soothing mood about getting quite a few more Dentors. These were all fodder for his experints!
In contrast, there were the Dentors.
This group of "prisoners of war" since seeing the first companion was eliminated, completely honest down, every day fearful of staying in the small space of the trash can, afraid that one day they will be selected to be used for experints, then ashes to ashes. ...
Today was pulled out to cooperate with the small wizards to learn the guardian spirit spell of the dentor was originally desperate, but it ca out instead of being directly taken to do experints, on the contrary, it ca to a place where the sll of joy is overflowing everywhere.
At this mont, under Dracula's discipline, the lucky dentor then stayed honestly where it was, restraining its muzzle and fighting not to let out any bit of the gloomy scent that drew chills from within.
"Here begins the instruction." Dracula nodded in satisfaction as he watched the dentor quiet down and turned his attention to the young wizards in the classroom.
"Everyone look to the center of the classroom, this ugly thing is what we're going to talk about today. I'm sure you've all seen this monstrosity once on the train on your way to Hogwarts before school started."
"Dentors are one of the darkest, most evil creatures in the entire wizarding world, they tend to hang out in groups in the darkest and dirtiest places, living in corruption and despair, sucking as much peace, hope and joy out of the air around them as they can."
"The Ministry of Magic employs such creatures as guards of Azkaban's prisons in order to save costs, believing that no prisoner can escape from a Dentor's siege."
At that, Dracula snorted.
"Speaking of which, this record of no one escaping from Azkaban was broken just a short while ago, so it seems that dentors aren't as omnipotent as wizards think."
The young wizards subconsciously glanced towards Harry.
They more or less knew that the reason why the legendary one of the most evil Death Eaters had escaped from prison was because he was going to kill the boy who had survived the Great Crash on behalf of the Mystic.
"While the Ministry of Magic treats such things as its own employees, and even the current Mr. Minister is willing to co to Hogwarts to die for these free laborers," Dracula laughed mockingly, "I don't think they're really as harmless as your average Ministry of Magic employee. "
"As I'm sure most of you have already experienced, Dentors are capable of sucking the joy out of humans, affecting people's minds, and in more serious cases, causing symptoms such as fainting and even insanity ..."
"In fact, what you have experienced is at best a side effect when facing a Dentor, and does not even co close to the effects caused when a Dentor launches an attack."
"Under the attack of a Dentor, a sorcerer will often feel the light around them being sucked out and gradually fall into darkness. Courage and hope then fade, and nothingness gradually takes over within. If they cannot be rescued in ti, they will eventually have their souls sucked out--"
"The way a Dentor sucks out a soul is called: 'Dentor's Kiss'. Its power and effect can be referred to the Soul Sucking Spell I explained to you last sester at the Dueling Club."
While explaining about Dentors, Dracula walked over to the Dentor that was honestly staying in the center of the classroom.
"This is a rare opportunity for to show you how a Dentor performs the 'Dentor's Kiss' ... The usual rules apply, first we will find an experint that is brave enough to dedicate itself to our teaching endeavors. "
He snapped his fingers and summoned a rat from the depths of the castle dungeon, lifting it by the tail and placing it at the heel of the Dentor's hood.
Dracula then removed the hood from the Dentor's head with one hand.
It was an ugly, ghastly face, with only thin, crusty gray skin where eyes should have been, monotonously masked over empty sockets.
A swirl of what appeared to be gas and liquid was located on the lower half of the face, and that swirl was like a maw that wanted to devour a man, with a vaguely regal power.
"Co on, got a treat for you, show everyone your 'Dentor's Kiss'!"
Dracula said cheerfully as he waved the mouse around Dentor's "mouth".
Dentor: "?"
He eats happy emotions, what joy can a rat have? Ugly Rejects!
"Oh? Looks like he's not starving yet, and he's still picky about what he eats." Dracula smiled gently and said softly, "Then forget it, I won't force you."
His "gentle" smile, however, seed to have no temperature, causing the young wizards in the classroom to shudder.
"This Dentor is useless, let's switch to another one who is willing to cooperate." Dracula said mildly, "Anyway, there's more stock in the garbage can!"
The silver rope that was wrapped around the Dentor to restrict its movent suddenly changed its form, as if it had transford into a burning silver fla that scorched from its position close to the Dentor's skin.
The dentor instantly felt a pain that ca from the depths of its soul, and the tattered and dirty cloak on its body gradually turned into ash, revealing thin, crusted gray skin.
Soon, the skin also turned into powder, and its interior was surprisingly empty!
The dentor struggled violently, and kept making strange sounds like "cackling" before death, constantly sending confessions to Dracula.
However, Dracula did not intend to pay any attention to it, and with a wave of his hand, he accelerated the death process of the dentor, completely obliterating its body in the center of the classroom.
"Tch, sure enough, I didn't hold back again." Dracula looked at the center of the empty classroom and shrugged helplessly, "Well ... if we exterminate a Dentor or two once in a while, there shouldn't be too much of a problem on Andros' side, right?"
He then fished out another Dentor from the trash can.
This Dentor had long since sensed the tragic situation of its kind before death, and almost in a hurry, it gathered its intimidating aura on its own, consciously flew to the central position of the Black Magic Defense classroom, and lifted its hood by itself to co up to the rat that Dracula was holding in his hand.
Like the previous one, it had no eyes, only a layer of gray skin over the empty eye sockets, and its mouth was a big shapeless hole, sucking in the air in front of it with a creepy "cackle" sound.
The mouse had no room to resist, its four feet stomped helplessly, and the new dentor sucked a gray spot of light out of its mouth and into the shapeless hole.
Then the rat's eyes lost their color and its entire body drooped.
And although the dentor had no expression on its face that could be distinguished by the little wizards, it was clear from its movents that the rat's soul was obviously not tasty.
It covered its mouth with its dry palm and let out a gasp, as if it were a Muggle food connoisseur savoring a large bite of a large sausage. ...
"An excellent demonstration, did you get a good look?" Dracula smiled in satisfaction and addressed the young wizards.
"Dentors are fully capable of killing wizards, don't think that just because you don't have much of a painful experience and won't have a violent reaction like Potter, that dentors aren't a threat to you!"
Looking at Mouse Rat, who had been thrown to the ground by Dracula without any sign of survival on his body, the young wizards who were still confident nodded their heads in a heartfelt season, hastily jotting this down in their notebooks.
"Professor, so how are we going to deal with the Dentors?" Harry asked impatiently, raising his hand.
As a young wizard deeply affected by Dentors, he was worried that a Dentor would suddenly appear at the next Quidditch match as well.
If they could learn to deal with dentors, then the Gryffindor team might have a chance to win this Quidditch Cup!
"Well, I'll get to that next." Dracula nodded gently, "Ms. Granger ntioned in her previous question that a magic spell is used to fend off Dentors - the Patronus Spell!"
"There is a saying in the magical world that Dentors will not be killed or hard by any magic, and that only a daemon spell can have a banishing effect on them."
"But didn't you just destroy a Dentor, Professor ...?" One of the young wizards asked curiously.
"That's right, that's why I said it was just a saying in the magic world." Dracula smiled and nodded, "But for the average wizard, being able to use a daemon spell is a difficult task in itself, let alone changing the form of a daemon spell and adding extra killing power to that magic spell."
"So, in a sense, this statent can't be considered wrong."
"So how is the spell going to work?" Harry asked as he sat back in his seat, nervous.
"When the Patronus spell is used correctly, it summons a Patronus." Dracula said, "A Patronus is a defense against Dentors - a guard that acts as a shield between you and the Dentors."
"A daemon is a positive force that promotes the very things that dentors feed on - hope, happiness, the desire to live - and it can't feel despair the way a real person can, so there's no way for a dentor to harm it."
"Ms. Granger is right that this spell may be too advanced for you youngsters. After all, many senior wizards find difficulty in using such spells."
"But I use the daemon spell a little differently than others, and it may help you learn the thod more quickly." Dracula continued, "Of course, it's up to you to learn it, and I'm not going to let those who don't learn it properly slow down the progress!"
"What does a daemon look like?" A young wizard asked, "Will it summon a god to help us chase away the dentors? If I had to choose, I'd have to summon the beautiful Aphrodite out."
Said the young male wizard as red love hearts began to rise in his eyes.
"You'd better really want to chase away the dentors with a daemon ...," Dracula gave him a disgusted look, "In fact, every daemon looks different in relation to the wizard who summoned it --"
"But! No humanoid daemons will be summoned; everyone's daemon is an animal! So don't daydream there if you're harboring any bad thoughts."
"Oh ...," it was obvious that many of the young wizards were looking less excited.
"Well, don't think about all that nonsense, we're still in class." Dracula shook his head with a lost smile, "When using a daemon spell, you have to focus your mind and do your best to rember a particular happy event for it to work."
"Like for example, did you all just laugh when you saw Professor Snape in won's clothing? So of you who really can't think of any happy tis can summon a daemon while thinking of Professor Snape in won's clothing."
"The spell goes like this-" Dracula lifted his wand.
"Call on the God Guardian (Expe)."
Reviews
All reviews (0)