At least half of the Dentors instantly drifted towards Barty Crouch Jr., while the remaining half seed to feel that they couldn't compete with their peers, so only a slight commotion occurred.
The Ministry of Magic's Aurors didn't pay attention to these tall, dark figures, as even getting close to them would bring sadness and pain, so the Aurors kept their distance.
He glanced over and saw that the Dentors hadn't left the designated area, then continued to look down at a palm-sized Flow Mirror in his hand.
There was no one else around, so the Auror comfortably turned up the volu of the Flow Mirror, with a silly smile on his face, watching a blonde woman clumsily wave her wand in the reflection, causing the sparks in a bowl in front of her to crackle and burst out.
"What are you doing?" the woman's companion shouted frantically, "We're supposed to be casting an Invisibility Spell, not an Explosive Spell!"
"You fool!" the blonde woman scread, "This is not an explosion, it's fireworks!"
"We need invisibility! Invisibility! And you're setting off fireworks! Are you hoping that Filch won't find us?"
The Auror laughed heartily while watching the video.
It was a sitcom shot by wizards themselves. Even though the actors' performances were not very skilled, the authentic magic and various spell mishaps made the show extrely funny.
As the Auror watched the video with a goofy smile, the Dentors had already ford a circle, sensing a powerful magic power from this wizard, and thus didn't rush forward to drain him.
"Wait! Wait!" Barty Crouch Jr. said while gesturing with his wand as if to hold them back, "Who is your leader? I've brought a deal!"
Whether or not the Dentors could understand, they still ca closer, but suddenly, they stopped.
An empty hand of Barty Crouch Jr. now held a transparent, spherical Crystal Bottle, inside of which silver-white objects swirled and shimred, like he had bottled the Milky Way.
Barty Crouch Jr. raised the bottle a bit higher to ensure all the surrounding Dentors could see it, then he slowly lowered it, finally placing the bottle on the ground.
The man took two steps back and said, "This is my sincerity—a gift of the happiest mories from twelve Muggles in their entire lives."
This type of mory, extracted by wizards using magic, was infinitely better than the free-floating emotions in the air. The greed and desire of the Dentors instantly peaked, yet they refrained from moving.
A creature that looked no different from the other Dentors stepped forward, its cloak darker and silhouette more ethereal. It stretched out its long, decaying hand, and the bottle on the ground flew swiftly into its hand.
Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't help but step back two paces, struggling to keep any expression of disgust or fear off his face.
He had spent about a year in Azkaban, personally experiencing the horror of these creatures, and had no desire to once again endure the tornt of all painful mories crashing down at once.
Unable to cast the Patronus Charm, he was grateful that Voldemort had taught him a piece of dark magic concerning the soul, reducing the Dentors' effect on him to a very weak level.
Barty Crouch Jr. lowered his gaze, spotting that the Dentor's hand seed to have a dim glow flickering—a silver ring was on its hand, the band so deeply embedded in the flesh it was almost integrated with its form.
Sensing his gaze, the creature beneath the cloak instantly retracted its hand. The cork flew off, and the Dentor inhaled slowly and deeply, the silver mories from the bottle rushing into a deep opening.
That was the Dentor's mouth.
Above the mouth was all scabby gray skin. No eyes, nose, or ears could be seen, only a terrifying head that would appear in nightmares.
Soon, the silver light of the mories vanished into the Dentor's mouth, and it let out a long sigh, as if in satisfaction, but also as if demanding more.
"I believe you have seen it now," Barty Crouch Jr. said, forcing himself to stay calm. "My master–the Dark Lord's thods are different from Dumbledore's and the current Ministry of Magic's."
"As long as you're willing to side with him, he can allow you to freely harvest happiness... To even use souls as supper is not impossible!"
"Well? Do you want to make a deal?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked with a smile. "Or do you really think what the Ministry of Magic offers can satisfy you? They don't even allow you to reproduce, right?"
After a while, the Dentor extended a finger, black mist forming a slender string of words in the air.
[Voldemort is still alive?]
...
Carrel's departure didn't cause much of a ripple; the students just discussed it briefly for a few days before quickly shifting their attention to other matters.
The Ministry of Magic didn't want more people to know that Carrel had used a Ti Turner to alter his mother's destined death, which led to his own death a year ago. Thus, his cris and his death beca undisclosable secrets.
The news circulating among students was that Carrel had withdrawn from Hogwarts due to certain family reasons and had even left the United Kingdom.
This hasty departure left so classmates and friends with feelings of abandonnt and disappointnt, but soon, the increasing workload made students forget those sensitive adolescent troubles.
Final exams were approaching.
Not even Easter provided a chance to relax; every subject's professor assigned more howork. Even the usually lively Weasley Twins had to buckle down and study hard for their Ordinary Wizarding Level exams.
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