Harry Potter: Demon Monarch

Chapter -30.

Lester rubbed his ears in disbelief as he stared at the Dementor in front of him, who was surprisingly speaking in a clear, British accent.

Weren't Dementors supposed to be dark, scary creatures? How was this one chatting away like it was no big deal?

"You can talk?" he asked, genuinely curious.

He had faced many Dementors before, but this was the first one he'd encountered that could actually speak—or at least attempt to.

"I learned... from you... a while ago... to speak," the Dementor replied, stuttering a bit. It was clear that forming those few sentences had taken all its effort.

"So, you Dementors are thinking about joining me?" Lester cut straight to the chase, not getting distracted by the Dementor's stammering.

If he heard correctly, this new version of a Dementor was saying that it and its rather sad cosplay crew wanted to surrender.

Sure enough, when Lester asked, the speaking Dementor eagerly nodded, letting out a chilly breeze as it said, "We are willing to serve you."

Dementors didn't usually have loyalty to humans; they followed whoever was the strongest. When Voldemort was in power, they were his loyal minions. When the Ministry of Magic regained strength, they became helpful assistants, guarding Azkaban and feeding off the souls of unfortunate prisoners.

Now, with Lester's immense power, they were more than happy to switch sides and pledge their loyalty to him. After all, they were the ones in a tough spot; if they didn't team up with Lester, they might end up facing some serious consequences from those terrifying flames.

Plus, the Ministry of Magic had been neglecting them lately, which meant their diets and benefits were taking a hit. They were starting to reminisce about the good old days under Voldemort, and now a new Dark Lord was on the rise.

These opportunistic dark creatures were eager to grab the chance to align themselves with a new powerful figure.

"Awesome! That's fantastic!" Lester exclaimed, thrilled that this group of Dementors was willing to join him.

If they were his enemies, he would find them pretty repulsive. But if they were on his side, they could actually be a decent fighting force—and they didn't look too bad either!

"How many of you are there in your little Dementor crew? Does what you say count among all the Dementors?" he asked.

The talking Dementor perked up at the question and proudly declared, "I am the leader… and I'm the only one among all Dementors who can speak human language."

With that, the Dementor seemed eager to show off.

"We Dementors know when to save our skins, so of course, there are Dementors willing to serve you!"

After finishing, the Dementor looked at Lester with hopeful eyes, waiting for some praise.

Lester was momentarily speechless. As a candidate for Dark Lord, he rarely found himself at a loss for words, but hearing the Dementor say that with such flair made him feel like his whole perspective was shifting.

Was his silly slogan really that captivating? It had not only won over a bunch of unscrupulous prisoners but now this Dementor, too!

"Alright, alright, that's enough!" he said, cutting off the enthusiastic Dementor. "How many Dementors are there right now?"

As someone looking to build a solid fighting force, Lester needed to know the numbers. Bringing this group of Dementors into action would definitely catch the Ministry of Magic off guard!

"Woo woo woo!!!" The Dementor let out a few unique sounds, clearly struggling to grasp the question.

Then it slowly replied, "About 1,000 or so!"

"1,000 or so!" Lester's eyes lit up with excitement. Having that many Dementors was like hitting the jackpot!

"Can you call your friends over?" he asked eagerly, waving his hand to extinguish the overwhelming fire, leaving only the charred ground as a reminder of what had just happened.

"Of course!" The Dementor raised its head and opened its mouth wide, letting out a series of roars.

"Woo woo woo woo woo!!!!!"

The other Dementors, hearing this, raised their heads and echoed the call: "Woo woo woo!!!!"

Not far away, a wandering Dementor on the island perked up at the sound, surprised, and began to roar back.

Soon, the roars of the Dementors filled the air around Azkaban, creating a chorus that resonated across the island.

Sirius, sitting in a corner and lost in thought about a certain rat, was taken aback as he watched the patrolling Dementors suddenly leave in response to the roar. He braced himself for a wave of despair.

"Is this how you communicate?" Lester asked, a bit bemused as he watched the Dementors shouting at the top of their lungs.

He had expected some sort of special communication method, but their way of shouting was quite surprising.

But soon, he didn't have time to ponder that. A dark line was appearing on the horizon, growing larger by the second.

"Dementors!" Carson, who had been observing Lester's magical maneuvers, turned pale at the sight of the vast army of Dementors approaching.

Though he was a guard of Azkaban, he had never seen such a massive gathering of Dementors in his life!

Unlike the terrified Carson, Lester felt a rush of excitement as he watched the Dementors draw closer. He wasn't worried they would suddenly turn on him; after all, he could unleash Protego Diabolica and become invisible.

If they really wanted to attack him, he could unleash uncontrollable Fiendfyre and then vanish, easily taking out the group of Dementors.

So, as he watched the swarm of Dementors flying toward them, he felt no fear—only ambition.

"I will return to Azkaban in glory!!!"

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