Hogwarts: My Spells Unlimited

Chapter 74: The Ultimate Divine Soul Extraction! (Two in One)

"The most powerful Dark Lord ever..."

When the prisoners in the jail heard this, some looked horrified, while others had shining eyes.

If someone else had said this about the so-called strongest Dark Lord in history, they would probably have scoffed at it.

But when the person who said this was the senior Death Eater who knew Voldemort best, the meaning was obviously extraordinary.

Even the most senior Death Eaters, after witnessing Ciel's performance just now, had to admit that at this age Ciel already possessed strength far beyond the imagination of ordinary wizards.

And that cruel heart that will do anything to achieve its goal.

Voldemort, who is the same age as me, is probably not even worthy of carrying Charles' shoes.

If Ciel is given a few more years to calm down, perhaps he will create a record for being the youngest to be crowned the Dark Lord!
By that time, will this group of people also be considered as Charles' first team?
Could it be that Ciel asked the Dementors to arrange a competition for them in order to gather the team?
When they thought of this, a hint of heat flashed in everyone's eyes.

Even if these people were released from Azkaban, they had no other way to go but to go all the way to the end.

It might not be a bad idea to join forces with Charles, the promising little dark lord.

So, all those who had previously resisted the so-called last-in-first-out system couldn't help but have an idea in their minds.

"You must perform well and strive to meet the expectations of this little dark lord."

"By then, perhaps I will be released from Azkaban and entrusted with an important task!"

The originally desperate and numb atmosphere in the Azkaban cell suddenly became full of vitality.

At this moment, the Dementors who surrounded Charles and left Azkaban also felt the changes in the cell.

The food, which was extremely delicious to them, was being distributed continuously, making them open their mouths wide and start to feast on it.

Even if they eat as much as they want, hope is still being born in Azkaban!

For a moment, the Dementors were even more convinced of Charles.

This person is not only incredibly powerful and has a bright future, but he can also really fill the stomachs of these Dementors!

Anyway, in the wizarding world, Dementors are just protective creatures.

What's wrong with being a breeding object here in the Shire?
At least I can eat my fill!
And with this great amount of hope, the number of Dementors, which had been greatly reduced due to Ciel's previous eating, actually began to increase slowly again.

Charles looked at the Dementors and found that some of them were splitting and producing new individuals.

There was a strange look in his eyes.

"So Dementors increase their numbers by splitting themselves apart?"

"This method of reproduction is indeed very efficient for breeding, as it saves the process of pregnancy and childbirth."

"As long as there are enough positive emotions for them to feed on, the number of Dementors will quickly multiply."

"But there are still not enough prisoners in this breeding base who can provide positive emotions. At this rate, when will I be able to let go of the Dementors?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes.

"I need to sort out the Azkaban breeding base before I go to Hogwarts."

"We need to get more prisoners."

"But it's too easy to be exposed if we arrest people in the wizarding world. After all, there aren't many people in the wizarding world. It's better to do it in the Muggle world."

"The Dustless Land Charm has eliminated all traces, and the Ministry of Magic cannot detect that this was done by a wizard."

With a loud bang of Apparition, Ciel walked out of Diagon Alley and into the bustling streets of London.

It was already early morning, and the newsboy was already shouting out today's hot topics.

"Headline news!"

“Pablo Escobar, the world’s richest drug lord, surrendered to the Colombian government and was allowed to be held in a luxurious prison he built himself!”

"Want to know what's in prison? Want to see the pretty girls who are sent to prison?"

"Sir, please give me a newspaper!"

Ciel raised an eyebrow.

It is now 1991. As far as he can remember, such a world-shaking news did happen at this time in his previous life.

Then, Charles bought a newspaper from the newsboy.

When I saw the brilliant smile of Pablo Escobar, the world's biggest drug lord, in the newspaper, my dusty memories became clear again.

A notorious drug lord was able to make a government compromise with him and allow him to be detained in its own private prison.

There are casinos, spas, bars, nightclubs and even a private helicopter pad in the prison. It is more like an extremely luxurious resort than a prison!

In his previous life, Charles was both envious and resentful of this. Look at how wonderful other people's lives are. A drug lord can make the government bow its head. How awesome!
But now, as Charles looked at the drug lord Pablo's smile, there was only one thought in his mind.

"Look how happy and bright his smile is."

"And the men around him all smile more brightly than the others."

"It seems that this is a cheerful and optimistic criminal group with a large number of people. Great, I like this kind of drug lord who loves to laugh. This should make a significant contribution to my Dementor breeding business in Azkaban."

Then, Charles waved his wand lightly in a secluded place.

The time and space mark gushed out from the tip of the magic wand, and in a mysterious way, it sank into the newspaper and landed on Pablo Escobar from thousands of miles away.

In a luxurious prison in Colombia, Pablo Escobar was laughing with his men, celebrating the compromise made by the Colombian government with them.

But at this moment, a ray of light emerged from the void, fell on Pablo, and left a mysterious mark.

Pablo and his men were shocked by this scene. They even suspected that something had been added to the wine they had just drunk, causing them to have hallucinations.

The next moment, there was a deafening explosion.

Then, an eleven-year-old boy appeared in front of them.

The drug lords opened their mouths wide at this magical scene.

Before they could react, everything around them seemed to come alive as Charles waved his magic wand, and wrapped around the drug lords, tying them together like crickets.

Charles held the rope in one hand and picked up the drug lord leaders of the Pablo Group. Then he used Apparition again and threw them into Azkaban.

One second he was partying and drinking in a luxurious private prison, and the next second he was thrown onto an isolated island by a teenager in an incredible way. The drug lord Pablo and his men were all stunned.

Looking at Charles in front of them, shouting and cursing continued.

Some people even pulled out pistols from their waists or arms and tried to shoot Charles.

But soon, the scene became quiet.

A pistol bullet was blocked by the dragon armor technique on Charles' body.

As a reward for the brave act of shooting himself, Ciel hung the shooter up and left him floating in the air, where his soul was eaten away bit by bit by the Dementors.

Although Muggles cannot see Dementors, they can see the cold fog when Dementors appear and feel the terrifying despair.

Pablo and the others looked at the fog spreading around them in fear. Their intuition told them that there was something in the fog that they were instinctively afraid of.

The drug lord suspended in the mist's expression changed from ferocious and terrified to calm and numb, and he fell to the ground like a walking corpse.

Such a scene made the vicious drug lords huddle together, and finally Pablo gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Who are you, sir?"

"Are you a messenger of God or the devil? Did you ask us to come here to be judged?"

"I know I may have committed a lot of sins, but I also did a lot of good things. I built churches, I provided many jobs for the people, I..."

Ciel raised his eyebrows and said calmly.

"I'm not that boring. I don't do trials, and I'm not interested in hearing about what you've done."

"I'm not a judge, so I don't care about these things. I brought you here only because I saw you guys were laughing happily and seemed to love laughing."

"Since you love to laugh, you should laugh more. The Dementors here feed on laughter, so you have to help me take good care of them."

Following Charles' words, drug lord Pablo and others barely understood their current situation.

The drug lords who killed people without blinking an eye had a look of shattered worldview in their eyes.

Just because they laughed happily in the newspaper, this little wizard captured them and fed them to monsters called Dementors?

Damn, is there no law in this place called the magical world?

Can't we take care of this little wizard?
It's so cruel and vicious!
Are they going to spend the rest of their lives on such a deserted island?

For a moment, everyone showed a look of despair.

But at this time, Charles knew that he still had to give the prisoners some hope and not let them have no hope at all.

So after pondering for a moment, Charles said.

"If you contribute enough, not only will you have a chance to leave here, you may also get magical items as rewards."

"Magic, understand?"

After hearing this, Pablo and his men were stunned for a moment, and then a fiery look appeared in their eyes.

magic?

Is this how Charles subdues them?
This is much more useful than a gun, and it can appear or disappear at will!
If they had magic, wouldn't it be much easier for them to transport goods?

Bah, if we already have magic, why are we still transporting goods?

It’s not impossible to be president for fun!

Even the legendary immortality may be achieved through magic!
Pablo swallowed with a gulp.

Then, with a look of determination in his eyes, he took out a personal photo album and handed it respectfully to Charles.

"Master Wizard, I have many photos with other drug lords here."

"We are all a group of people who love to laugh. Perhaps we can be of some help to you, Master Wizard."

When Charles saw the photo album, a smile appeared on his face.

Immediately afterwards, a series of Apparition explosions were heard.

One after another, drug lords who were tied up tightly with ropes were taken to Azkaban by Charles and handed over to the Dementors for processing.

After hearing that there was hope of obtaining magic here, most of the drug lords' eyes lit up.

For a moment, an unprecedented strong feeling of hope and happiness filled Azkaban.

As the Dementors devoured happiness and hope, only one thought remained in their minds.

"I can't finish it, I can't finish it at all!"

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, where have we Dementors ever had such a rich meal?"

"There is no two suns in the sky. Lord Ciel is the only sun in our hearts!"

At the same time, the Dementors began to divide continuously due to sufficient nutrition supply. Their numbers kept rising and soon exceeded their numbers before being eaten by Charles, and even began to increase exponentially.

When Charles saw this scene, his eyes were filled with the ecstasy of an old farmer seeing a good harvest.

After so much hard work, the harvest time is finally here!

As the magic wand was waved, the spell of Only God and the spell of the Holy Kingdom burst out one after another.

The platinum-colored sacred light annihilated the Dementors one after another, and the tentacles rolled up the Dementors one by one, swallowing them up with crackling sounds.

As more and more Dementors were killed, the range of the Holy Land Spell was growing larger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The initial Holy Kingdom Spell only covered a twenty-meter radius centered on Charles, and could not even completely cover the image summoned by the One and Only God Spell.

But now, its range has grown from twenty meters to thirty meters, forty meters, and finally fixed at fifty meters.

Everything within a radius of fifty meters centered on Shire, both in the sky and on the ground, belongs to the Holy Kingdom!

Not only has the range expanded, the sacred magic within it has also become more dazzling, and its killing effect on dark magic has been at least twice as strong as before!
The changes in the Only I, the Most High God Mantra are equally significant.

The summoned indescribable platinum-colored image soared to a height of nearly thirty meters, truly like a god.

The platinum-colored sacred magic on its body is as dense as if it were real, as if it were covered in a layer of platinum-colored armor.

When the Mantra of the Holy Kingdom was entangled with the Mantra of the Only Supreme God, the sacred fire surged like a wave with every move.

Along with an excited holy roar, a straight shock wave swept through the clouds above Azkaban, which were dark and stained by negative emotions all year round, and actually plowed a gap of hundreds of meters in the clouds above!
Azkaban, which has never seen sunlight all year round, finally has sunlight shining in it!
Looking at this scene, Charles' eyes were also filled with shock.

The power of the two holy spells more than doubled.

When the two are combined, the power is at least three times that of before!
If he could continue to eat Dementors like this, Ciel believed that he would be able to let the wizarding world experience what the ultimate holiness is!

In addition to the surge in power of holy spells, Charles' deduction points also skyrocketed because of the previous wave of Dementors.

In such a short period of time, the deduction points skyrocketed by as much as one million!

Dementors are indeed extremely evil dark creatures in the magic world. The magic power they contain is quite impressive, and the points they provide are also extremely large.

A dozen Dementors combined are almost as powerful as a fire dragon!

In addition to these gains, Charles also had an unexpected surprise.

Deep Blue sounded a reminder in Ciel's mind.

"The host has obtained high-level soul materials. The points for deducing soul-related magic will be greatly reduced."

"The host has witnessed the Dementor's Kiss many times, and witnessed the entire process of soul stripping, and gained knowledge that can be used for deduction - soul extraction."

"It takes 300,000 points to perform this magic for the first time. Do you want to perform it?"

(End of this chapter)