"Work… Patrol!"
"You can't be… lazy!"
"Don't… go down there. You'll… get us into trouble…"
…
With the wind in Ivan's ears and the Dementors pushing against him, Ivan had no choice but to give up on the idea of finding his target and follow the Dementors on their patrol over the castle.
During the journey, Ivan was busy trying to communicate with the evil creatures and gather information.
After some questioning, Ivan was able to gain a better understanding of the Dementors community.
These monsters were not as chaotic as he had originally thought. Not only could they communicate with each other, but they could also work together against enemies and even discuss tactics.
However, he was not very intelligent, being around the age of a few years old, and his mind was a mess. All he could think about was what to do, and occasionally complained about the Ministry's inhumane treatment.
They missed Azkaban more than they did Hogwarts.
There is plenty of food, and Azkaban is a perfect playground for them, apart from the fact that they cannot simply execute prisoners and suck their souls…
The contrast in their lives made them even more hostile to the Ministry, as the Dementors had not had a good meal for months and were all suffering from pent-up frustration.
As Ivan listened to the Dementors complain, he was struck by the impression that they were rather simple-minded creatures, and easy to please.
It's just that their ideas are too wicked for wizards or Muggles, and they only take away pleasure and leave pain behind.
Such a conflict could not be mitigated, and the Ministry's decision to keep them in custody of the prison was the only way out for the Dementors.
After chatting with the Dementors for a while, Ivan took the opportunity to wander around Hogwarts on his own, having gained the right to patrol the castle separately.
After wandering around for a while, Ivan finally found a lone target guarding the entrance to the forest path outside Hogwarts Castle. He pretended to be on patrol and approached.
Ivan's approach attracted the attention of the Dementor, as all Dementors were ordered by the Ministry of Magic to remain at their posts or patrol the skies.
"I… found… Sirius… Black's tracks…" Ivan did not wait for the other party to ask, but imitated the Dementors' chaotic and intermittent tones.
The Dementor didn't seem to doubt Ivan's words. Instead, it floated eagerly towards him, knowing exactly what a prisoner represented.
This meant that delicious food could be enjoyed at will, especially by criminals as heinous as Sirius Black, who would not be punished by the Ministry for eating each other's souls.
"Just you wait… right here!" Ivan said, looking around cautiously. When he saw that no one was around, he reached into his cloak and pulled out a large sack…
Dementors had no sight, but they used their special senses to see Ivan's movements and his surroundings, and they felt strange. Could Black be in this bag?
Curious, the Dementor put its head close to the pouch to check, and then it felt the pouch closing in on it…
With a gust of wind, Ivan caught the dazed Dementor and stuffed it inside the sack.
"That's a bit too easy…"
Were Dementors not wary of their own kind?
Yvonne thought that was likely, since these simple creatures seemed to only get into trouble when it came to feeding on wizards' emotions, and were usually quite happy to stick together…
Now that she had caught a Dementor, Ivan did not dwell on the matter any longer and prepared to fly back to the castle to find a place to return to his true form.
At this moment, the faint sound of conversation could be heard in the distance.
Yvonne frowned. Why would anyone be here at this hour?
Ivan hid the sack of Dementors in his empty cloak and created more black mist to hide his body's abnormalities, pretending to be the Dementor guarding the corridor and waiting for it to pass.
"Well, if it isn't Umbridge. What's she doing here?" Yvonne turned to see Professor McGonagall coming around the corner, accompanied by a stout middle-aged witch in a pink floral dress.
Yvonne instantly recognised the middle-aged witch, who was none other than Umbridge, whom she had met two years ago…
A grim-faced McGonagall solemnly told Umbridge about the Dementors riot that broke into the Quidditch pitch and attacked the students.
Umbridge, the Ministry's Special Investigator, said, "You're saying the Dementors broke into the school in defiance of Ministry regulations?" She looked surprised, but quickly shook her head and continued.
"Never! These Dementors are employed by the Ministry of Magic and would never dare to enter the castle without orders, let alone attack the students there…"
"Is that so?" Professor McGonagall asked, raising her eyebrows. "All the students at Hogwarts can testify to that, and I'm sure the Ministry of Magic has received letters from the students' parents recently!"
Umbridge's face turned sour.
These days, on average, over a hundred Howler letters are sent to every department of the Ministry of Magic every day, disrupting their daily routine!
The Ministry of Magic even had to send people to deal with the daily mail, separate the Howler, and destroy it with special magic.
Despite cursing the Dementors to herself, Umbridge was not prepared to admit to such a vicious incident caused by a Ministry mistake …
Umbridge prefers a different explanation.
For example… the Dementors that broke into the Quidditch pitch accidentally disturbed the students in pursuit of Sirius, causing a misunderstanding and resulting in a fight!
However, McGonagall was not so easily fooled, nor was she prepared to agree with Umbridge, and instead demanded that the Ministry of Magic remove the Dementors from the castle.
After the last riot, McGonagall no longer expected the Dementors to be safe. If there was a first time, there might be a second time!
This will severely impact the safety of all students within the castle…