Chapter 183 181. Garrisoning Aurors
"Exactly."
Jon nodded and said.
"Dementors are not creatures without autonomous consciousness. They can think, although the way of thinking is different from humans. The most important thing is that these monsters cannot be killed. Even with the Patronus Charm, there is no way to destroy them, let alone the dark devil There is a high probability that the head will not be able to use this spell at all."
"The Wizard's Oblivion Curse is also ineffective against them, and if their entire group is present, they are almost all over the entire island. So as long as the Dark Lord did something on this island at that time, there must be The dementors know."
Fred continued to ask puzzledly.
"But how should we communicate with these dementors? Even if they can understand human speech, they can't answer us?"
Jon snapped his fingers.
"So we're going to find the Aurors stationed on this island now."
Fred suddenly realized, his face became excited.
"Yes! The Auror who is in charge of the transition between the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors must know how to communicate with these monsters!"
But Jon's face was not as excited as Fred's.
"Our goal is very clear. The key point is that wizards who can become Aurors are not ordinary people." He said seriously, "It may not be difficult for the two of us to deal with an ordinary adult wizard together, but Aurors are all powerful after all." They are the elite among wizards, even if Nick is there, we have no way to determine how many of them are left on this island."
Jon is very aware of his strength, and he was not blinded by the illusion of humiliating several Death Eater professors in Hogwarts Castle.
He knew very well that he was able to achieve that level at that time, mainly relying on the almost overflowing magic power of the second gem.
But now he doesn't have such an advantage. The magic power absorbed from the Hogwarts students stored in the ring up to now does not know how much improvement it can bring him.
Maybe it's not a big problem for him and Fred to solve an Auror, but who knows how many wizards are still on this island?
reminded Fred, and they followed Nick to the castle in the middle.
Instead of sneaking directly into the castle, Nick led them around the edge to the other side of the castle.
"I followed Drake's boat and sneaked to this island a few times before, and I have basically figured out the terrain of the entire island. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not stationed in the castle, where the dementors gather. In the densest places, except for necessary work, few people are willing to go in."
"They built a building on a flat land not far from the castle, and the Aurors stationed there stayed there."
They walked through a bushland along the rugged road. The plants here seemed to be unable to find the sun all year round, so they rarely saw green.
And most of the ground is gravel, and there are not many places covered by mud.
After coming to a rock about the height of an adult, Nick reached out to stop Jon and Fred from moving forward, and at the same time motioned them to look forward to the right.
There is a two-story building shrouded in gray mist, faintly, and faint lights can be seen from the windows on the first floor.
"Look, that's it, they still have people here."
Walton McNeill didn't like working on Azkaban.
He wasn't originally an Auror either, but was an executioner on the Dangerous Animals Committee of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
However, due to the shortage of Auror manpower recently, he was transferred from his original post and joined the Auror Command as a temporary Auror. Last month until the next shift change.
"Those damned dementors haven't come to us anymore, have they?"
Hearing the movement in front of the door, McNeil raised his head impatiently, and looked at the only colleague on the island who had just returned from prison patrol——Not Scabio.
Scabio's complexion was faintly pale, and no one would have a good complexion when dealing with those dementors.
"They are clamoring that there is not enough food in the prison, and they want to send the rest of their kind to the British Isle. They seem to know that the dementors in Britain are living a good life."
Scabio took off his fur coat, frowned and complained.
"The next inspection is up to you, you can't keep making excuses for me to go! I'm an Auror, not a prisoner in a prison!"
"I'm not even an Auror!" McNeil yelled.
"There was a criminal swallowtail dog waiting for me to beheaded, and then they brought me here! I didn't even ask for my opinion!"
"You have come here, don't complain about other things, do your job well, or I will write a work report truthfully when I can return to the Ministry of Magic."
Scabio stared at McNeil, not at all intending to complain for him.
McNeil was a little annoyed, as if he didn't like Scarbio's pressure on him, but he couldn't do anything about it.
can only whine from elsewhere
"Why are there so many fewer people in the Auror Command? There has been no turmoil in Britain recently."
Scabio obviously knew something, his eyes flickered, but he didn't say much, just shook his head.
"This is a secret mission assigned to them by the Ministry of Magic. You'd better not inquire about it and stay here for a month. After returning to the Ministry of Magic, you will have the opportunity to return to your original position."
Hearing Scarbio's warning, McNeill didn't ask any more questions, he muttered something that others couldn't hear, got up and walked towards the kitchen.
He picked up two steaks that had not been fried for a long time and were still steaming. Out of the corner of his eye, he seemed to catch a glimpse of a shimmering object drifting past his vision.
When he focused on looking in that direction again, there was no one there.
He didn't raise any vigilance. It is impossible for anyone to come to this broken place. The light may be the phosphorous fire from the corpse buried in the ground, or it may be some remaining protective magic on the island.
Outside the window where the cold wind was howling, Nick floated back to Jon and Fred who were hiding behind the rock.
"The inspection is clear. The second floor is the bedroom. There is no one in it now. There are two Aurors on the first floor. One of them seems to have just returned from patrolling the prison. They are now preparing for lunch."
Jon raised his head, the midday sun pierced through the permeating gray fog, causing him to narrow his eyes subconsciously.
"If there are only two people, then we still have a chance to try. But to be on the safe side, it's best to wait for a time when they separate."
(end of this chapter)