Hogwarts: My Spell Infinite Derivation

Chapter 73 So What If I Kill You? The Strongest Dark Lord in History! (Two Chapters Combined)

The Dementors trembled as they looked at Shire, who had announced that they would be turned into livestock, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

In the magical world, it has always been the wizards who fear them.

Even the most vicious Death Eaters tremble at the thought of facing Dementors in Azkaban.

But today, Ciel looks at Dementors as if they were food.

That indescribable white-gold figure ate Dementors like they were bread!

This fear, more so than the orders of the Ministry of Magic or Voldemort, made the Dementors, who had no loyalty whatsoever, submit to it.

Despite feeling the Dementors' gazes upon him, Ciel remained completely unmoved.

He looked at the fortress called Azkaban and stepped inside.

"Come on, let me see what good stuff is in here."

The Dementors, as if they were surrounding a king, escorted Ciel into the room.

As the sound of Shire's footsteps echoed through Azkaban, the numb and desperate prisoners in their cells turned around, a glimmer of light appearing in their murky eyes.

The sound of human footsteps is not common in Azkaban.

Generally speaking, food delivery is something that Dementors do, and Ministry of Magic employees rarely enter Azkaban.

It's quite normal for no one to come in for several months or even a whole year.

But once someone comes in, it's usually under rather unusual circumstances.

For example, high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic might come to visit family and relatives, or a very small number of prisoners might be granted a pardon.

Whether it's the former or the latter, it's a glimmer of hope for the prisoners who have become numb and desperate.

Therefore, as Charles walked past the cage, the prisoners leaned on the bars and pleaded with him.

"Have you come to release me?"

"I have money, I have money! I know where a treasure is buried, and I'm willing to give it all away!"

"I have a distant relative who's an official in the Ministry of Magic, sir. Perhaps you're even colleagues. Please, for my sake, put in a good word for me and grant me a pardon!"

Charles calmly observed the prisoners' behavior, his brow furrowing slightly.

Of course, it wasn't out of sympathy or pity.

After all, 99 percent of those who are captured and brought to Azkaban have committed serious crimes, and more than half of them are dark wizards. Their imprisonment here is well-deserved.

Even if it's an innocent person, like Sirius Black...

What does that have to do with Charles?

What made Charles frown was the condition of these prisoners.

"How much joy can this state of numbness and despair produce?"

"The Dementors of Azkaban truly do not understand the principles of sustainable development; they only engage in short-sighted practices like draining the pond to catch all the fish."

He turned to the Dementor leader he had chosen on the spur of the moment.

"You need to change your attitude and approach towards prisoners in the future."

"If you keep making them so desperate, how will you eat your fill?"

"If you don't have enough to eat, won't the production at our Dementor breeding base be severely affected?"

The Dementor leader looked thoughtful upon hearing Ciel's words.

That seems to be the case.

If a prisoner remains in such despair, he certainly won't experience any joy.

But how do we change it?

As if sensing its confusion, Charles said quietly.

"Just like raising dairy cows on a human farm, you need to feed them well, give them good water, let them sleep well, and keep them in a good mood."

"This way, we can extract a sufficient amount of milk every so often."

"You can also try not to exploit them every day, but to stay away from this fortress and let their tense nerves rest."

"Or ask them if there's anything they can't let go of, find out some information about it. In this way, their desire to live will be aroused, and they will no longer be numb and desperate. Naturally, the happiness and hope they can generate will increase."

"Also, competition is essential to maintain their mental well-being. We can introduce competition and a bottom-ranking elimination mechanism among them."

"Just find them some activities. The prisoners at the front of the line can get good food and drink, get news from the outside world, and even have some of their wishes fulfilled."

"Those prisoners who are last in line several times in a row will receive a Dementor's kiss."

"As a result, intrigue and competition were born in Azkaban, and competition is what drives motivation."

"The prisoners' ecstatic joy at escaping death and their satisfaction at receiving rewards will become your sustenance..."

"Wouldn't you get far more nourishment this way than simply keeping them locked up?"

Instantly, a series of clucking sounds came from under the Dementors' cloaks, and they looked at Ciel with an immense sense of worship and admiration.

Indeed, if we do as Charles suggests, the prisoners in Azkaban will provide far more joy and hope than before!

The prisoners who heard this felt a chill run down their spines and looked at Charles with hatred in their eyes.

"demon!"

"Are you going to use us as toys for your Dementors?"

"Using us to feed Dementors? What are you trying to achieve?!"

Several dark wizards, unable to contain their rage, began to hurl insults and profanities at each other.

But the cell fell silent the next moment.

As Charles waved his wand, a series of thorns sprouted from the ground, piercing through the dark wizards who had been hurling extremely offensive insults.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Charles tossed the bloodied and mangled black wizards into the midst of the Dementors.

"They are yours now."

The Dementors were overjoyed at Ciel's command.

It can devour several souls at once, something we wouldn't have dared to imagine before!

It seems that having a lawless, cold-blooded, and ruthless master might not be such a bad thing after all!

When these dark wizards were greedily "kissed" all over by the Dementors, all that remained were their lifeless, shell-like bodies.

With another wave of his wand, Ciel sent down a beam of light that burned the bodies to ashes.

At this moment, Charles looked at the group of dark wizards who were now silent and trembling, and at the Azkaban prison that had finally quieted down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, finally it's quiet."

"Then we'll follow this rule from now on. Any objections?"

Ordinary dark wizards trembled with fear.

Like the dark wizards of Knockturn Alley, they have always been very pragmatic.

Seeing that Charles was not someone to be trifled with, no one dared to voice any objection.

Moreover, upon further reflection, they realized that while those eliminated at the bottom would suffer greatly, the remaining people would have a much better life than before, following Charles's approach.

If you can even rank high in the competition, life can be described as quite comfortable!

Anyway, I probably won't live for more than a few years in Azkaban, so it's better to stay here!

The ordinary dark wizards remained silent, but deep inside the cell, there were a few troublemakers who didn't seem to approve of Charles.

A tall, thin, handsome man with black hair and gray eyes, exuding an indelible air of arrogance, let out a sneer.

"What's this?"

"Threats, intimidation?"

"Little devil, the carnage and death I've witnessed are beyond your imagination."

"Voldemort can't scare me, and you can forget about it."

The Dementors stirred, as if they wanted to give the man a deep kiss so that he would shut his mouth forever.

But Ciel waved his hand, stopping the Dementors from doing so.

He sized up the man with great interest.

With such an appearance, coupled with being imprisoned deep in the cell, this is where veteran Death Eaters are held.

"Sirius Black?"

Charles asked curiously.

The man looked slightly surprised, seemingly not expecting that Charles would call him by name.

"Who are you?"

"You know me?"

Without answering the man's question, Charles raised an eyebrow.

He remembered Sirius Black, a popular character in the original work.

After being imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, upon seeing news of Harry Potter and Peter Pettigrew, he was still able to escape from prison to protect Harry and punish the murderer without hesitation.

This character and perseverance are truly admirable.

"That should produce a lot of joy and hope, right? Excellent food for Dementors."

Charles smiled and said quietly.

"I not only know you, I also know the truth about what happened back then."

"The Curse of Loyalty has been broken, the Keeper of the Secret has leaked the information, and actually, the Keeper of the Secret isn't you, it's Peter Pettigrew..."

"Is that right?"

Sirius Black's eyes widened, seemingly never expecting that Ciel could reveal the truth of what happened back then.

Not only that, Charles looked at him and continued.

"Do you want to know how Harry Potter is doing now? Tsk tsk, he's had a miserable eleven years, living under someone else's roof, sleeping in a closet, wearing other people's tattered clothes. Do you want to know that?"

"besides……"

"Don't you want to know what Peter Pettigrew has been like these past eleven years?"

Sirius Black lunged at the railing, letting out a furious roar.

"What did you say?!"

Was Harry Potter abused?

"Is Peter Pettigrew still alive?"

Tell me everything!

Charles chuckled.

"Want to know? Then try your best to survive, contribute more joy and hope, and when you've collected enough wishes, I'll grant them to you."

"But now, you must first be punished for your overstepping of authority."

The next moment, with a casual wave of his hand, Sirius Black flew out of the cell. The Dementors surrounded him, greedily sucking up the hope and anger that suddenly surged from his body.

It wasn't until Sirius Black's expression became blank, almost demented, but a trace of unyielding determination remained on his face, that Ciel called a halt and threw Sirius back into his cell.

"Take good care of him; his resilience will greatly help in the breeding of Dementors."

"There aren't many wizards of this caliber who are also so tenacious."

Witnessing Ciel's actions in disciplining Sirius Black, even the veteran Death Eaters deep inside the cell fell silent, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Ciel.

They simply couldn't imagine how a mere wizard could possess such immense power and such a heart of stone.

It's like a little wizard hiding a ruthless, profit-driven adult beneath his appearance.

While the other veteran Death Eaters fell silent, only one insane woman continued to stare at Ciel with her bulging, light bulb-like eyes, emitting bursts of strange laughter.

"I won't play your bullshit tricks. They won't scare me."

"You can't fabricate me, and you wouldn't dare to!"

"No one in the wizarding world dares to touch me, not even the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic. They imprisoned me in Azkaban, but look, who dares to touch me?!"

The madwoman excitedly pulled down her sleeve, revealing the black demon mark on her arm, her eyes filled with a morbid obsession and madness.

"Everyone knows that I belong to the master."

"My master will one day return in triumph, and I will bask in his glory. Who dares to touch me?!"

"My master will not let anyone who hurt me get away with it!"

Charles looked at the madwoman and called out her name.

"Bella Lestrange?"

"Voldemort's most fanatical follower, rumored to be one of Voldemort's women?"

Bella Lestrange first chuckled, as if pleased that the Shire had called her Voldemort's woman.

Then, she angrily rebuked Charles.

"Who do you think you are, daring to speak your master's name so openly?"

"Do you know that the master is...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Ciel waved his wand, and Bella Lestrange floated up into the air.

She was still laughing, as if she was certain that Charles would be like those angry Aurors who wouldn't dare to lay a finger on her.

After all, who wouldn't be afraid of the Dark Lord, who could come back at any time?

"You won't kill me, you can't kill me, and you wouldn't dare to kill me!"

Faced with her resolute yet frantic words, Charles sighed helplessly.

Yes, Bellatrix Lestrange is a key member of the Death Eaters and is crucial to many subsequent plot developments. Killing her would throw the story into chaos...

"But so what?"

Charles whispered something.

"No one is invincible; the world will keep turning no matter who is missing."

"Plot? Fate? If it's all messed up, so be it."

"I've already used cheat codes, and you still need to rely on the storyline? That's just too embarrassing!"

The Ciel's murmured words made Bella Lestrange look puzzled.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hurry up and put me down!"

The next moment, Charles smiled.

"You didn't hear me clearly, so I'll say it again."

"What I just said is, you're going to die, and even Voldemort can't save you."

Immediately, Ciel swiftly and decisively swung his wand.

Bellatrix Lestrange, the infamous Death Eater and a key figure in Voldemort's future comeback, had a crisp cracking sound come from her neck.

Her madness was permanently cured, thanks to a prescription given by Charles himself.

Then, Ciel's gaze swept over the other veteran Death Eaters, whose faces were filled with terror.

"Now, surely no one will be so eager to say anything anymore?"

At this moment, even the most fanatical and seasoned Death Eaters bowed their heads in submission and obedience.

Ciel waved his wand once more.

"Since you acknowledge yourselves as members of the Azkaban Dementor Breeding Ground, then your previous identification numbers are no longer valid."

"The past is all an illusion. From now on, all you need to do is focus on raising Dementors."

As he waved his wand, to the horror of the Azkaban prisoners and Dementors, the Dark Marks on the Death Eaters' wrists faded into nothingness!

The dark magic mark that baffled the entire magical world and was difficult to erase was simply a matter of course for Sharl, who had already reached the pinnacle of marking magic!

And after replacing the Black Magic Mark, one after another, unique marks belonging to Ciel were branded onto all the prisoners.

After doing all this, Shire walked out of the Azkaban prison.

Behind Charles, the prisoners, who had only just realized what was happening, all gasped in shock.

The Death Eaters stared in disbelief at the vanished Dark Mark and the new mark that had taken its place.

"What did he do?"

"He erased the mark of his master—no, the Dark Lord, the mysterious man?"

"Who exactly is he?!"

A seasoned Death Eater swallowed hard, a look of awe in his eyes.

"I don't know who he is, all I know is that he could do something like this at the age of a young wizard..."

"Perhaps what we are witnessing today is the birth of the most powerful Dark Lord in history!"

I updated 12,000 words today, making up for yesterday's missed chapter and today's 10,000-word update. I'm not feeling well, so I really can't add any more chapters. Thank you all for your support.

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