Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -28.

Azkaban, with its dim and damp atmosphere, has always been regarded as the most fearsome location in the entire magical realm, almost like a hellish prison.

Lester felt a deep sorrow for the misconceptions that other wizards had about Azkaban. Did he truly desire for such a harsh environment to exist? Why would any small island choose to be called Devil's Island unless it was the work of those destructive Dementors?

Therefore, in efforts to restore and green Azkaban, Lester believed it was crucial to educate these unpleasant creatures known as Dementors.

"Protego Diabolica!"

As Lester and his friends strode confidently across Azkaban Island, they quickly caught the attention of several Dementors.

Whenever these Dementors came into view, Lester would unleash a blazing fire that consumed them entirely. In the span of just half an hour, over eighty Dementors fell victim to his intense flames.

The ground of Azkaban Island had already been charred in various spots.

Yet, Lester still felt a sense of dissatisfaction and continued guiding Carson and the others through the territory of these environment ruining Dementors.

Before long, five more Dementors came into sight. Perched on a small hill made of black stones, they quietly observed Lester's confident stride.

Their dark forms melded seamlessly with the shadows surrounding them, causing Carson and his companions to initially overlook their presence.

However, being Carson and Lester, it was no surprise that while the others remained oblivious, Lester quickly sensed their lurking presence.

In a bid to keep these Dementors from escaping, Lester pretended not to notice them and continued forward with Carson and the group.

"Protego Diabolica!"

As they approached the hill, Lester suddenly thrust his hands forward toward it.

A searing flame erupted from his palm, engulfing the strange, 20-meter high stone hill entirely.

Simultaneously, the five Dementors perched atop were also reduced to ashes by the ferocious flames.

[Ding! Fire spell eliminated 5 Dementors, Protego Diabolica proficiency +5, Protego Diabolica level increased!]

With a delightful series of system notifications, Lester saw his Protego Diabolica skill reach level two.

[Dark Lord System]

[Host: Lester Bailey]

[Mana: 10 (Adult wizards typically have 100)]

[Mastered Spells: God Level Invisibility (Max level, cannot be upgraded)

Wall Passing (Basic spell, cannot be upgraded)

Transfiguration (from Boggart, cannot be upgraded)

Protego Diabolica Level 2 (0/1000)]

[Quest: Prisoner's wraith]

[Lottery: 0 times (500,000 Fear Points per attempt)]

In that moment, a flood of information about using Protego Diabolica surged into Lester's mind.

After quickly processing the new details, his eyes brightened as he eagerly absorbed the knowledge.

"So that's how Protego Diabolica can be used?"

Thrilled with his fresh understanding of the spell, Lester, accompanied by Carson and the others, excitedly set off to hunt for more targets on Azkaban Island.

Before long, he ventured deeper into Azkaban and expertly spotted three more Dementors.

At the same time, these Dementors also recognized Lester, who was enveloped in blue flames.

[Ding! Fear value from Dementors +100]

As soon as they laid eyes on Lester, each of the three panic-stricken Dementors contributed 100 fear points to him.

"Whooo!"

Spotting the tremendous Protego Diabolica that was as expansive as a basketball court, the three Dementors immediately made a frantic bid for escape.

Lester watched them flee in a panic, choosing not to act until they were nearly out of sight. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he directed his hand towards the fleeing Dementors.

Whoosh!

A gigantic hand made of blue flames appeared, wrapping around the three Dementors, preventing their escape.

They screamed in terror the instant they came into contact with the colossal flame's grip and soon were just wisps of black smoke.

[Ding! Used Protego Diabolica, killed one Dementor, proficiency +1]

[...…]

Despite the pleasant chime of the system notifications ringing in his ears, Lester was lost in thought, gazing towards Azkaban.

Whoosh!!!

Out of nowhere, a chilling breeze swept through as hundreds of Dementors cloaked in black rapidly approached Lester and his friends.

"Whooo!!!"

The furious howls of this massive flock of Dementors echoed across the entire Azkaban island.

Even from hundreds of meters away within the prison's confines, the Dementors' roars were faintly audible.

They were coming for vengeance; Lester's relentless assault on their kind had finally drawn the ire of a multitude of them.

Although they were dark creatures, they were unable to withstand Lester's rampage.

Faced with the additional loss of three more of their own, the remaining Dementors banded together to confront the young slayer.

At that moment, Lester and his companions found themselves at the forefront of this incident.

As dark beings, the mere presence of the Dementors could sap joy from those nearby, plunging them into a well of fear.

Now, the collective cry of hundreds of Dementors stirred waves of dread in the hearts of Lester and his companions.

Terrified, Carson and the two other Aurors turned pale and dropped to the ground.

Only Lester, shielded by the Protego Diabolica, remained unmoved by their wails, standing there with an unwavering expression.

From his elevated position, Lester caught sight of the swarm of black cloaks rushing towards them.

With a sneer at the overwhelming numbers of Dementors charging his way, Lester looked forward and said, "Come to me, my beloved proficiency points!"

He raised his hand and clapped towards the oncoming Dementors.

In that instant, an enormous flame belt, larger than before and spanning ten meters in length, surged above the Dementors before slamming down.

Boom!

With a resounding crash, the massive flame erupted, instantly turning a dozen Dementors into ashes.

The ground bore the deep imprint of the impact, showcasing the might of Lester's attack.

Ignoring the system notifications that continued to echo in his ears, Lester waved his hand again, bringing down another flame belt ruthlessly from above.

"Whooo!!!"

As multiple screams filled the air, yet another mass of Dementors faced annihilation under the merciless flames.