Professor Vampire.

Chapter 211: Guardian Spells and Dementor Wastefulness

The young wizards sat on the stage in anticipation of the new lesson that was to follow, watching with bated breath as Dracula pulled out a ... trash can?

"Professor, aren't we supposed to be in class?" One of the small wizards on the stage opened his mouth and asked, "Are you taking out a trash can to be used for class as well?"

Looking at this trash can, the little wizards all felt a little bad.

They always felt that according to Professor Dracula's past style, no matter what he took out in the classroom, the probability was that this thing would be the teaching equipment for this lesson.

If they were allowed to use the trash can to practice the method of fending off the dementors ... does it mean that they have to fight fire with fire, using the rotten smell of the garbage inside the trash can to fight against the rotten scent of the dementors' body?

The young wizards who had been brainstorming a lot winced, feeling that this black magic defense class that they had been looking forward to was becoming desperate ...

"What are you guys thinking?" Dracula placed the trash can on the lecture table and looked at the stifled faces of the little wizards with some amusement, "This trash can is purely just a container, I took it with me on the train at the time and it's still clean, so I'm too lazy to change it."

He pointed to the trash can on the lecture table, lifting the lid up in his hand, "What's inside is what's going to be the teaching equipment for this class."

With that, Dracula hooked the corner of his mouth and snapped his fingers lightly.

The tables and chairs under the stage along with the young wizards sitting in their respective seats were pushed by an unseen force to form a circle around the classroom.

Afterwards, Dracula reached into the trash can that had been under the No Trace Stretching Spell, pulled a dementor out of it, placed it in the very center of the classroom, and tied it with a rope that emitted a silver glow to prevent it from wandering around and affecting the students.

As soon as this dementor came out, it sensed the taste of joy overflowing in the hearts of so many youthful and lively young wizards around it, and subconsciously let go of its big hollow mouth under its hood, ready to suck away their joy.

Where had the dementor that had spent most of its life on an island of despair like Azkaban seen such an affluent environment, where a casual inhalation was equivalent to a complete wool-gathering of the emotions of all the inmates of Azkaban.

However, just as it was about to absorb the emotion, a silver hand suddenly appeared on its head and slapped it, the powerful daemon power covering the hand nearly breaking the Dementor's head apart.

"Be honest, it's not time for you to feed yet." Dracula reminded tantalizingly.

The dementor was instantly honest.

Even though it didn't possess much intelligence, the experience of the past few days in the trash can simply made it worse than death ...

That horrible man had to experiment with the dementor in the trash can from time to time, using his foul daemon spell to test the reaction of the dementor when facing the daemon, analyzing the feelings of the dementor in an environment surrounded by daemons, and experimenting on the effect of multiple dementors working together to fight against the daemon ...

In order to test out specific data, Dracula would sometimes amplify the energy of the daemon spell to a very powerful level, and as a result, he accidentally wiped out quite a few dementors.

This was also one of the reasons why he expressed a soothing mood about getting quite a few more Dementors. These were all fodder for his experiments!

In contrast, there were the Dementors.

This group of "prisoners of war" since seeing the first companion was eliminated, completely honest down, every day fearful of staying in the small space of the trash can, afraid that one day they will be selected to be used for experiments, then ashes to ashes. ...

Today was pulled out to cooperate with the small wizards to learn the guardian spirit spell of the dementor was originally desperate, but it came out instead of being directly taken to do experiments, on the contrary, it came to a place where the smell of joy is overflowing everywhere.

At this moment, under Dracula's discipline, the lucky dementor then stayed honestly where it was, restraining its muzzle and fighting not to let out any bit of the gloomy scent that drew chills from within.

"Here begins the instruction." Dracula nodded in satisfaction as he watched the dementor quiet down and turned his attention to the young wizards in the classroom.

"Everyone look to the center of the classroom, this ugly thing is what we're going to talk about today. I'm sure you've all seen this monstrosity once on the train on your way to Hogwarts before school started."

"Dementors are one of the darkest, most evil creatures in the entire wizarding world, they tend to hang out in groups in the darkest and dirtiest places, living in corruption and despair, sucking as much peace, hope and joy out of the air around them as they can."

"The Ministry of Magic employs such creatures as guards of Azkaban's prisons in order to save costs, believing that no prisoner can escape from a Dementor's siege."

At that, Dracula snorted.

"Speaking of which, this record of no one escaping from Azkaban was broken just a short while ago, so it seems that dementors aren't as omnipotent as wizards think."

The young wizards subconsciously glanced towards Harry.

They more or less knew that the reason why the legendary one of the most evil Death Eaters had escaped from prison was because he was going to kill the boy who had survived the Great Crash on behalf of the Mystic.

"While the Ministry of Magic treats such things as its own employees, and even the current Mr. Minister is willing to come to Hogwarts to die for these free laborers," Dracula laughed mockingly, "I don't think they're really as harmless as your average Ministry of Magic employee. "

"As I'm sure most of you have already experienced, Dementors are capable of sucking the joy out of humans, affecting people's minds, and in more serious cases, causing symptoms such as fainting and even insanity ..."

"In fact, what you have experienced is at best a side effect when facing a Dementor, and does not even come close to the effects caused when a Dementor launches an attack."

"Under the attack of a Dementor, a sorcerer will often feel the light around them being sucked out and gradually fall into darkness. Courage and hope then fade, and nothingness gradually takes over within. If they cannot be rescued in time, they will eventually have their souls sucked out--"

"The way a Dementor sucks out a soul is called: 'Dementor's Kiss'. Its power and effect can be referred to the Soul Sucking Spell I explained to you last semester at the Dueling Club."

While explaining about Dementors, Dracula walked over to the Dementor that was honestly staying in the center of the classroom.

"This is a rare opportunity for me to show you how a Dementor performs the 'Dementor's Kiss' ... The usual rules apply, first we will find an experiment that is brave enough to dedicate itself to our teaching endeavors. "

He snapped his fingers and summoned a rat from the depths of the castle dungeon, lifting it by the tail and placing it at the heel of the Dementor's hood.

Dracula then removed the hood from the Dementor's head with one hand.

It was an ugly, ghastly face, with only thin, crusty gray skin where eyes should have been, monotonously masked over empty sockets.

A swirl of what appeared to be gas and liquid was located on the lower half of the face, and that swirl was like a maw that wanted to devour a man, with a vaguely regal power.

"Come on, got a treat for you, show everyone your 'Dementor's Kiss'!"

Dracula said cheerfully as he waved the mouse around Dementor's "mouth".

Dementor: "?"

He eats happy emotions, what joy can a rat have? Ugly Rejects!

"Oh? Looks like he's not starving yet, and he's still picky about what he eats." Dracula smiled gently and said softly, "Then forget it, I won't force you."

His "gentle" smile, however, seemed to have no temperature, causing the young wizards in the classroom to shudder.

"This Dementor is useless, let's switch to another one who is willing to cooperate." Dracula said mildly, "Anyway, there's more stock in the garbage can!"

The silver rope that was wrapped around the Dementor to restrict its movement suddenly changed its form, as if it had transformed into a burning silver flame that scorched from its position close to the Dementor's skin.

The dementor instantly felt a pain that came from the depths of its soul, and the tattered and dirty cloak on its body gradually turned into ash, revealing thin, crusted gray skin.

Soon, the skin also turned into powder, and its interior was surprisingly empty!

The dementor struggled violently, and kept making strange sounds like "cackling" before death, constantly sending confessions to Dracula.

However, Dracula did not intend to pay any attention to it, and with a wave of his hand, he accelerated the death process of the dementor, completely obliterating its body in the center of the classroom.

"Tch, sure enough, I didn't hold back again." Dracula looked at the center of the empty classroom and shrugged helplessly, "Well ... if we exterminate a Dementor or two once in a while, there shouldn't be too much of a problem on Andros' side, right?"

He then fished out another Dementor from the trash can.

This Dementor had long since sensed the tragic situation of its kind before death, and almost in a hurry, it gathered its intimidating aura on its own, consciously flew to the central position of the Black Magic Defense classroom, and lifted its hood by itself to come up to the rat that Dracula was holding in his hand.

Like the previous one, it had no eyes, only a layer of gray skin over the empty eye sockets, and its mouth was a big shapeless hole, sucking in the air in front of it with a creepy "cackle" sound.

The mouse had no room to resist, its four feet stomped helplessly, and the new dementor sucked a gray spot of light out of its mouth and into the shapeless hole.

Then the rat's eyes lost their color and its entire body drooped.

And although the dementor had no expression on its face that could be distinguished by the little wizards, it was clear from its movements that the rat's soul was obviously not tasty.

It covered its mouth with its dry palm and let out a gasp, as if it were a Muggle food connoisseur savoring a large bite of a large sausage. ...

"An excellent demonstration, did you get a good look?" Dracula smiled in satisfaction and addressed the young wizards.

"Dementors are fully capable of killing wizards, don't think that just because you don't have much of a painful experience and won't have a violent reaction like Potter, that dementors aren't a threat to you!"

Looking at Mouse Rat, who had been thrown to the ground by Dracula without any sign of survival on his body, the young wizards who were still confident nodded their heads in a heartfelt season, hastily jotting this down in their notebooks.

"Professor, so how are we going to deal with the Dementors?" Harry asked impatiently, raising his hand.

As a young wizard deeply affected by Dementors, he was worried that a Dementor would suddenly appear at the next Quidditch match as well.

If they could learn to deal with dementors, then the Gryffindor team might have a chance to win this Quidditch Cup!

"Well, I'll get to that next." Dracula nodded gently, "Ms. Granger mentioned in her previous question that a magic spell is used to fend off Dementors - the Patronus Spell!"

"There is a saying in the magical world that Dementors will not be killed or harmed by any magic, and that only a daemon spell can have a banishing effect on them."

"But didn't you just destroy a Dementor, Professor ...?" One of the young wizards asked curiously.

"That's right, that's why I said it was just a saying in the magic world." Dracula smiled and nodded, "But for the average wizard, being able to use a daemon spell is a difficult task in itself, let alone changing the form of a daemon spell and adding extra killing power to that magic spell."

"So, in a sense, this statement can't be considered wrong."

"So how is the spell going to work?" Harry asked as he sat back in his seat, nervous.

"When the Patronus spell is used correctly, it summons a Patronus." Dracula said, "A Patronus is a defense against Dementors - a guard that acts as a shield between you and the Dementors."

"A daemon is a positive force that promotes the very things that dementors feed on - hope, happiness, the desire to live - and it can't feel despair the way a real person can, so there's no way for a dementor to harm it."

"Ms. Granger is right that this spell may be too advanced for you youngsters. After all, many senior wizards find difficulty in using such spells."

"But I use the daemon spell a little differently than others, and it may help you learn the method more quickly." Dracula continued, "Of course, it's up to you to learn it, and I'm not going to let those who don't learn it properly slow down the progress!"

"What does a daemon look like?" A young wizard asked, "Will it summon a god to help us chase away the dementors? If I had to choose, I'd have to summon the beautiful Aphrodite out."

Said the young male wizard as red love hearts began to rise in his eyes.

"You'd better really want to chase away the dementors with a daemon ...," Dracula gave him a disgusted look, "In fact, every daemon looks different in relation to the wizard who summoned it --"

"But! No humanoid daemons will be summoned; everyone's daemon is an animal! So don't daydream there if you're harboring any bad thoughts."

"Oh ...," it was obvious that many of the young wizards were looking less excited.

"Well, don't think about all that nonsense, we're still in class." Dracula shook his head with a lost smile, "When using a daemon spell, you have to focus your mind and do your best to remember a particular happy event for it to work."

"Like for example, did you all just laugh when you saw Professor Snape in women's clothing? Some of you who really can't think of any happy times can summon a daemon while thinking of Professor Snape in women's clothing."

"The spell goes like this-" Dracula lifted his wand.

"Call on the God Guardian (Expe)."