Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 258 The Belated Dementor

Chapter 259 The Belated Dementor

Not long after Siron emerged from the Forbidden Forest, Tom and Crookshanks also ran out one after the other, and quickly disappeared into the open field.

At this moment, more and more Dementors appeared in mid-air, and the surroundings were as cold as winter.

Moreover, there is a Dementor not far from Siron.

"Get out of my house, you monster!"

Hagrid's stern shouts rang in his ears as he tried to drive away the Dementor that was trying to break into the cabin, but to little avail.

Dementors don't care about half-giants. Even if a pure-blooded giant came, their bulky bodies wouldn't be able to catch a flying Dementor.

Of course, Dementors shouldn't expect to find anything to eat from their stupid heads.

But Hagrid is a half-giant, and he has a mind that is more intelligent than that of a pure-blooded giant, which makes the Dementors smell the scent of food.

"Get away from me, you monster!" Hagrid shouted, waving his club-like wand wildly.

This was a gift from Xilen to him, and Hagrid fell in love with its solid, impactful feel after using it once.

However, the wand was almost useless against Dementors. The Dementor in front of him seemed to be starving. It slowly approached Hagrid, and beneath its tattered black cloak, an empty mouth greedily sucked.

A faint glowing substance appeared around Hagrid's body, but it couldn't stop the pleasure from being sucked away, nor could it slow down the process.

Hagrid's face quickly turned pale and his body began to tremble, but the Dementor ate with increasing gusto until a blue horn emerged straight from its chest.

Strange—why does it have horns on its chest?

With this question in mind, the Dementor exploded, leaving behind only a tattered black robe and a pile of strange powder.

"Are you alright, Hagrid?"

"Sirius?" Hagrid looked at the suddenly appearing Siron. "Thank God, were you the one who saved me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I've never killed a Dementor," Siren said seriously. "But I did see it was done by a passing unicorn. They are the bane of all dark creatures, including Dementors."

"Speaking of which, the Ministry of Magic is so careless. How could they let Dementors come to such a dangerous place?"

Hagrid blinked and quickly understood what Siren meant.

In the wizarding world, killing a Dementor is a very troublesome matter. Even if you have a legitimate reason, you will be subject to a lot of scrutiny and have to attend at least two hearings.

This matter will only end if both hearings result in an acquittal.

Of course, Siren wouldn't admit it, even though there was no one else around besides him and Hagrid.

"Ah—yes, that's right, I saw it too." Hagrid nodded vigorously, realizing what was happening.

"Thank goodness you were here, that was terrifying." Hagrid rubbed his arms. "I felt like I was back in my childhood, and my mom was complaining that I wasn't developing properly—"

By the way, Hagrid's mother was a pure-blooded giant and didn't understand what a hybrid was. In her eyes, Hagrid was just a stunted dwarf.

"It's alright." Xiren waved his hand, casually turning a stone into a bottle, and carefully filled the bottle with all the powder left by the Dementors on the ground, not even missing the powder in the cracks of the stone steps.

"What are you doing?" Hagrid asked.

"Collect Dementor fragments," Siron said. "They're good stuff; I'm almost out of mine."

Dementors? Good stuff?

Hagrid didn't understand, but he chose to respect Siren.

Only when the bottle was nearly half full and there were no more fragments left could Xilun stand up, satisfied.

"Please come in and have a seat." The door to the cabin was opened. "Headmaster Dumbledore has temporarily closed the castle."

You're not going anywhere—.

At this point, Hagrid suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Siron in disbelief.

"Wait, why are you outside the castle!" he shouted instinctively, but then realized something and quickly lowered his voice. "If we're discovered, your academy will lose two hundred points."

"It's okay, it's just a deduction of points. We can always make them back later," Xilun said, shaking his head indifferently.

"That won't do!" Hagrid said sternly. "Besides, there are Dementors everywhere in the school now. If you accidentally get...

Hagrid got stuck again.

He suddenly remembered that it was Xilen who had saved him just now, and the Dementor hadn't even reacted before it turned into dust.

Moreover, judging from Siron's attitude towards the powder, it's hard to say who would be happier if the Dementors encountered him.

"Well, no matter what, you shouldn't have run away." Hagrid led Siron into the cabin and poured him a cup of pine needle tea.

You can stay here with me for a while. I can cover your way back to the castle after this is all over.

"It's alright, I know a shorter route," Siren said.

He didn't stay in the cabin for long. He drank some tea, rested for a while, and then, ignoring Hagrid's objections, immediately went outside.

Because Xilun suddenly thought of something else.

With the number of Dementors around the arena increasing and there are no Aurors or professional strikers to guard them, isn't this the perfect opportunity to collect Dementor fragments?

Moreover, at this time, the Ministry of Magic's attention would be focused on Black and Peter, and they wouldn't care about one or two Dementors that had disappeared.

Siron certainly wouldn't target the Dementors who had already gathered together.

Dementors are social creatures; if there are enough of them, not only will the souls of unicorns be at risk, but even real unicorns will have to run away.

Therefore, Siren is targeting those "late" Dementors.

Just hide on the only path in front of the castle gate, and when the late Dementors pass by, release the unicorn directly.

He could then obtain half a bottle of Dementor fragments, and one or half a tattered black robe.

Soon, the bottle, which was originally the size of a finger, became a larger swan-neck bottle, and the tattered robe had been piled up.

This is enough for six Dementors, plus the one from before, enough for him to use for a long time.

Xiren felt he had never been so rich before, it was just a pity he didn't realize it sooner, otherwise he could have gotten even more.

Because at that moment, the Dementor, which had been floating in mid-air, suddenly moved.

They arrived at the castle gate, seemingly waiting for someone.

Siren knew that Fudge and the others must be coming out. Without hesitation, he quickly circled around the Black Lake and ran to the other side of the Dementors.

At the same time, he didn't forget to take the tattered robes, put them back together with his wand, and actually made a garment that looked like a black hood.