Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 87 The Little Black Cloaks Who Are Contented
Given the existence of Azkaban, Coin felt it was reasonable for him to wander around there - there would always be a few Dementors wandering around.

Cohen dived down from the cliff, flying close to the sea surface. If a wizard in the distance looked over here, they would only see black spots on the sea surface and at most think it was a magical animal in the ocean. (Muggles cannot see Dementors.)

What would the Dementor population of Azkaban be like?

Cohen was still very curious about them, after all, they were the source of 60% of his ethnicity.

Since coming to this world, I have never seen a Dementor.

Theoretically, they can form an alliance with the Ministry of Magic and even switch sides to Voldemort's side in the face of adversity, which shows that they have thoughts and consciousness.

And it is very likely that there is an individual similar to an animal leader, otherwise it would be difficult to control a large number of Dementors in one area.

It can't be that these Dementors are just little black cloaks who are content as long as they have enough food...

With a clear location, Cohen's search was quick.

More than an hour later, he finally spotted the cloud-covered island above the sea.

Due to the influence of some magical magnetic field, even if the sun is shining and the weather is good outside, it is still cloudy and dark here.

Surrounded by cliffs, there is only one building on the island - and it takes up almost all the space on the island.

It was a fortress, looking like a tall, hollow triangular prism, its gray-black exterior walls almost blending in with the gloomy sky around it.

Coin could already see some of the Dementors floating around outside.

They should be patrolling, trying to see if they can find new food around.

But this is doomed to be futile. No one can escape from the prison alive when they are crazy and desperate enough to want to die, and no one will take the initiative to approach this hellhole.

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm seeing my own child wandering around hungry and feeling pitiful...

Wait a minute...why do I feel so bad for the Dementors? Is this really the only place where I feel a sense of racial identity?!

Cohen was thinking about how to talk to them later while continuing to fly towards Azkaban - soon, Cohen would no longer have to choose between "Hello, can I share my food with you? I'm a minor" and "Dementors, your emperor is back."

Two Dementors have already floated over to talk to Cohen!
New?

New?

Two Dementors circled around Coin, but it did not stop Coin from flying towards Azkaban.

So small...

So thin...

They both moved closer to Cohen with concern.

Cohen could clearly feel their thoughts - or rather, this was how Dementors communicated with each other.

He used the most intuitive "feeling" instead of words, but because Cohen had human thinking habits, these feelings would be automatically converted into English by his brain in the next second.

Cohen did not see the strength of their souls, or rather, Dementors did not have souls.

They seemed to be another form of life, completely different from other races in this world.

But Cohen felt a special affinity for them—and they felt the same way, and Cohen could sense it in their consciousness.

【Are you hungry? 】

Dementor One asked Coin.

【There is food here】

Dementor No. 2 flew in front of Cohen and wanted to take Cohen to "a place with food."

What a loving race!

Coin followed them into Azkaban through an iron gate at the bottom of the fortress. Surprisingly, they even knew how to use a key. [New?] [New?] [New?]…

The dense voice of thoughts rang in Cohen's mind. As soon as he entered the door, the many Dementors floating in the prison corridor all discovered Cohen, a somewhat strange individual.

In their communication with each other, they were like the Trisolarans, who knew nothing of doubt and deception. They only felt the novelty of Cohen's existence, and...

【Are you hungry? 】

So thin...

【There is food here】

【There is food here】

……

Each of them wanted to share the prisoners in their cell with Cohen because he looked "too small and too thin."

"Okay, okay."

Cohen followed one of them and floated into a cell. The name "Antonin Dolohov" was written on the sign outside the iron bars of the cell. He should also be a Death Eater.

They were all good buddies, and Cohen didn't bother to play around with them. Happiness was indeed delicious—and since their targets were Death Eaters, he wouldn't waste his few remaining consciences by nagging them.

But when Cohen was about to order some dessert, he realized that this curled-up Death Eater had almost no happiness left - just a lonely soul and a bunch of not-so-delicious negative emotions.

"Is this what you usually eat?" Cohen asked with some difficulty using the mind link.

The Dementor who shared food with Cohen was a little puzzled.

【Eat, delicious】

It was kind enough to demonstrate it to Cohen. The Dementor came close to Dolohov's head and pulled out a ray of happiness from those dark negative emotions - looking like a poor creature looking for food in a garbage dump.

Cohen now understood why the Dementors couldn't help but go to the Quidditch field when they were guarding Hogwarts. Damn, their life was not much better than that of prisoners!
Annoying, when will the Dementors stand up!

"You eat first..."

【okay】

Cohen left the cell.

They really are a group of contented little black capes...

Now Cohen finally understood that Voldemort was able to win over the Dementors during the Second War simply because the conditions offered by the Ministry of Magic were too poor.

At least talk to the Muggles and get some Muggle death row prisoners in to nourish them!

It could also be that the wizards in the Ministry of Magic were too arrogant, thinking that after controlling the Dementors to a minimum, they wouldn't have to bother adding more chips...

The Dementor King returns to his tribe and finds hundreds of his fellow Dementors living in doghouses and eating leftovers.

But at least this time we have figured out the Dementors' true colors - they don't have a boss at all, and they are simply too naive to be bribed by a little bit of food here.

As long as Cohen raises his arm and tells them where there is food, they will rush to the place Cohen points without hesitation - compared to human language, they prefer to trust communication within the tribe.

However, now is not a good time to rebel. Cohen has not yet begun to take root in various fields. If he wants to establish some kind of rule now, he will end up like Voldemort and others.

Reign of terror is not feasible. In this world of fairy-tale logic, who knows if one day a few passionate young people will suddenly appear, shouting about friendship and bond, and then, with the blessing of fate, knock Cohen to the ground.

Cohen has a more feasible and safer plan for "messianic rule."

But before any plans could be made, Bellatrix had to be found first.

(End of this chapter)