Chapter 128 Friends of Dementors

The pale moonlight filled the beach, the night was icy cold, waves passed by, and my heart was filled with sadness.

The bright starry sky is deep and vast, as empty as the heart, and the whistling sea breeze blows by like a guest in the liquid.

Charles was lying on the beach, looking at the night, and suddenly remembered the morning before leaving Africa, when everyone went to the observatory in Ouagado to explore the stars.

At that time, Simo suddenly asked: "Are there people exactly like them in other stars?"

Everyone was happily discussing the issue, with Charles acting as translator, but their mood was different.

His strangeness was discovered, but if he didn't know about it, the person who discovered it wouldn't say anything.

Charles couldn't help but wonder, what would happen to his family if he traveled through time?

I can only remember where my home is, my parents are only a vague trace of Yongxuan, and other relatives and friends only have a few clues.

He couldn't help but wonder, would he have a wife and children in his lifetime?

If he leaves, who will shed tears for him?

My face is wet, and I don't know whether the smell is spray or tears.

After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice sounded in Charles's ears: "Want to drink...?"

A dementor, wearing the same robe as Voldemort, with his head and face hidden in a hood, gray-red legs that looked like a thin film covering the bones, with some spots, and was holding liquid beer.

"Drink... be happy..."

It shuts up once and can say one word, with a long pause in between, as if it is thinking about what word to use to connect Dong.

Charles didn't know when it appeared, but he didn't feel particularly depressed or desperate at this time, nor did he have any memories like those he had before his death.

He could smell the extremely unpleasant smell of liquid bean, like liver that had been fermented for hundreds of years. He wondered if the dementors were present.

Seeing that Charles was still lying on the beach and not getting up, the dementor continued: "Don't ask for...sadness...drink...happy..."

Charles walked up, stretched his legs so as not to hit the gift giver, took the beer, and said politely: "Thank you."

The dementor seemed to be at a loss by that thank you, his legs were waving like a child, and he didn't know what words to use in reply.

Charles smiled and asked, "Where did the beer come from?"

The Dementor knew how to answer that time: "Fish... for..."

"Man...drinks...merry...he...eats..."

Charles blinked. Good guy, that dementor actually knew how to exchange fish for wine. Drinking wine would make people happy, and he could absorb the happy emotions himself.

He took precautions first, drank a drop of ruby ​​tears, and then opened the beer and took a few sips.

The dementor looked at Charles in confusion and asked: "Why...drinking...makes you...sad..."

Charles smiled bitterly and replied: "He has been feeling sad just now."

The Dementor said: "He...just...there...I...sad...no...he..."

Charles smiled and said, "He didn't blame me."

Not being polite, he rummaged in his bag and took out two delicious cookies made by Eleanor and handed them to the dementors.

The dementor pinched it with his slender fingers like chopsticks, held it in front of his eyes and studied it for a moment, then looked at Charles through the black hole in confusion.

Charles said: "Let me try some food."

The dementor hesitated for a long time before putting the cookie into his mouth.

Charles didn't know whether dementors ate other things, whether they had teeth, or what their digestive system was like. Anyway, he was just being polite.

Who would have thought that the dementor might have encountered a catnip cat, flying around on the sea surface, and it took 10 minutes to calm down and come east.

But when it stopped, the biscuits in its mouth turned into powder.

"Thank you...friend...if...come...Azkaban...he...help...you..."

That boy, Charles, has become a "Friend of the Dementors". When he goes to Azkaban, he can open a luxurious private room and enjoy hot and spicy food.

Charles was speechless for a moment. Then he remembered the business and asked, "Do I come there often?"

Soul-destroying Gutuo replied: "People...fishing...happy...delicious...his...secret..."

Charles didn't know what to say. Those fishing guys actually caught the dementors.

The Dementor continued: "Big... fish... hook... man... happy... delicious..."

That fellow, Charles, was even more surprised. He actually knew how to catch fish and helped the fisherman hang it!

Of course a fisherman would be happy to catch a giant fish, otherwise it would have something to eat.

Charles asked again: "Several people died there in those years. Did I do it?"

Without confirming or denying it, the Dementor turned around and walked towards the depths of the island. He turned back halfway and said, "Come."

Charles followed, walked to the woods near the small building, and opened a cover in the ground, revealing a hole that could be passed through.

An hour later, the Dementor carried a basket of delicious cakes and flew away to the depths of the sea. Charles called the Knight Bus from the roadside, paid more money and rushed to the Ministry of Magic in London as quickly as possible.

At dawn, Scrimgeour rushed there with a team of Aurors and personally led the Aurors into the cave. The original homeowner and his family were all captured by the Aurors and held aside.

There is a banshee trapped in the cave. Its screams are deadly. In the past, when there was a murder on the island, it would not escape. When it met a Muggle, it screamed loudly, and the Muggle died.

Charles was concerned about the landlord's reasons for raising the Banshee and how to deal with it later. Fudge, who came to the scene to guide the work, said that if the landlord was sentenced, the property would be confiscated and the property could be sold to him through external procedures. It would take more than a month.

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Charles and the old man Ruming discussed the purchase of the island with the relevant departments. Although the local relevant departments were eager to get rid of the island where people often died inexplicably, there were still many conditions.

Is there a serious animal protection organization that would like to ask the Smith family not to let pets like cats and dogs on the island to prevent them from preying on the small animals on the island?

Since they didn't say not to raise phoenixes, Charles agreed to come east.

After coming to the east, a local councilor asked the Smith family to install a sewage treatment system for their villa on the island to avoid environmental pollution, but the old man agreed to purchase the system recommended by the councilor.

If you want to use sewage, you must have clean water. Naturally, the water purification system of the villa is not the responsibility of the locals.

There was a problem with the villa under construction. The Smith family requested that it be moved in during the summer vacation in July. It took more than two months. After some bargaining, the local construction company promised to complete the task.

Charles arranged the Muggle villa dozens of meters away from the wizard's building. At the same time, he requested that the cupboard space east of the stairs must be large enough to accommodate people.

Initially, the national park said that electricity could be delivered through the park, but the cost angered the two Smiths.

"No need to bother." Jack said with a stern face, "He will install a wind turbine system on the island, which will be enough for them to use during their vacation."
Chapter completed!