Chapter 804: Chapter 703: Dementor for Revenue and Surrender_3
Afterwards, the two followed the address to a secluded place.
"Are you sure there are Dementors here?" Kael looked around the surroundings.
The place was littered with garbage, yet not a soul was in sight despite the broad daylight. The only thing visible was a lean stray cat along the riverbank, hopefully rummaging through the weeds for fish and chips wrapping, trying to find some leftover food.
Dementors coming to such a place might end up hungry...
"I don’t know either," Cedric said, glancing down at the booklet in his hand, "but the address is indeed correct; a Muggle reported a flying black ghost here, and then Beaters confirmed it was a Dementor."
"Well, this Dementor is certainly interesting," Kael said, riding on his broom and carefully observing the situation below, "Do you think it’s still here?"
"It is," Cedric said affirmatively, pointing towards a large abandoned chimney, "Right over there."
Following Cedric’s direction, Kael indeed saw a Dementor hiding in the gap at the base of the chimney.
It must be said that the Seeker’s eyesight is really impressive, as the gap was missing only three bricks, yet Cedric still spotted the Dementor hiding inside.
The two immediately flew down, and Kael lifted his Disillusionment Charm and pulled out his wand, ready to use the Patronus Charm to force it out.
But before he could act, the Dementor suddenly flew out from its hiding gap.
Suddenly, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and the stray cats scattered, screeching in fright.
"Prepare to act."
Kael raised his wand, and Cedric also brought out the Gubraithian Fire.
Yet at that moment, Kael suddenly heard a hoarse voice...
"Wizard... I surrender..."
It was the Dementor’s voice; Kael had heard it before and was certain there was no mistake.
But... surrender?
Kael and Cedric exchanged looks.
It’s not unheard of for Dementors to surrender at first sight; that’s how the Ministry of Magic handled them, but it was indeed the first time for them.
For a moment, neither of them knew what to do.
"Kael, should we still act?" Cedric asked with the torch in hand.
"Let’s wait a moment."
Kael flew over, landing not far from the Dementor, still gripping his wand tightly.
Upon closer inspection, he suddenly noticed that the Dementor’s cloak was a bit unusual.
Most of it was tattered, but a small part was intact, albeit the color seemed off, as if patched with some random cloth.
Dementors can mend clothes?
Kael found it strange; it seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t recall it at the moment.
"Wizard... I know you... willing to go with you..." Dementor repeated.
"You know me?" Kael frowned, "Could it be from Hogwarts."
In his fourth year, the Ministry of Magic had sent Dementors into the school to hunt for the escaped Sirius, aside from that, Kael couldn’t think of other times he had seen Dementors.
"Yes," the Dementor nodded, glancing at the wand in Kael’s hand, and instinctively stepped back a couple of paces, pressing tightly against the chimney.
"I did not... attack..." it continued.
Kael trusted this; they had already checked the area, and the nearest person was three miles away in an alley, and the Dementor wouldn’t find a target even if it wanted to attack a Muggle.
Of course, other scenarios couldn’t be ruled out; for Dementors, three miles weren’t all that far.
"Since you’ve decided to surrender, then come in..." Kael took out a box, opened it, and placed it on the ground.
This was his recent creation, a typical Undetectable Extension Charm suitcase, intended as a birthday gift for Harry; the space inside was similar to a broom shed, small but could still store quite a few items.
"No tricks!" Kael reminded.
Just as the words left his mouth, the Dementor wasted no time diving headfirst into the box, even reaching out a hand to close the lid.
The box shook constantly, as if urging Kael to quickly fasten the latch.
Well...
Truth be told, neither Kael nor Cedric had ever seen such a scene.
Surrendering Dementors weren’t uncommon, but they’d never heard of one so straightforward, as though it couldn’t wait.
