Unlike Squibs, which do not possess magical powers, the Silent ones have strong spellcasting abilities. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, for a variety of reasons, their magical talents were not properly tapped and had to be suppressed in their bodies.

This was a common occurrence before the establishment of schools of magic, and even nowadays it is common in Asia, where schools and schools of magic and sorcery that focus on lineage and fortuitous fortune do not easily admit students.

Generally speaking, over time, the magic that is suppressed in the body will gradually dissipate.

A wizard who could have achieved something ended up being a Muggle who couldn't do magic, like a squib.

However, if these people are severely stimulated by the mind during this process, the distortion of their personalities will infect the suppressed energy in their bodies, and the two will affect each other, and the dark power that is infected and demonized will eventually give birth to their own consciousness.

It parasitizes the host's body, drawing strength until the dormitory is unable to supply its required energy and dies.

When the host is extremely emotionally out of control, it will be swallowed up by this terrible consciousness and become a silent one, possessing terrifying power.

Long ago, there were dark wizards who tried to artificially create a large number of silent ones in order to conquer the world.

Dark wizards search for magical children in large numbers, imprisoned them on uninhabited islands or prisons, and do not teach them how to use magic, but torture them until they are completely consumed by hatred and used as weapons of war.

This is an act of extreme evil, and is resisted by the entire wizarding world.

As the trial continued, Fudge looked even more agitated.

"On the night of August 2, around nine o'clock, I went out to the corner store at the intersection of Wisteria Road to buy cat food. Under Fudge's questioning, Mrs. Feige spoke at once, as if she had memorized everything she had to say, "Then I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road, and I walked to the entrance of the alley and saw the Dementors running ......"

"Run?" said Miss Bones sternly, "Dementors don't run, they just glide." ”

"That's what I meant. Mrs. Feige said quickly, her shriveled face flushed, "sliding down the alley and pounced on what looked like two boys." ”

"What do they look like?" said Ms. Bones, her eyes narrowing tightly, the edges of her monocle sinking into the flesh.

"Oh, one is big, the other is skinny—"

"No, no. "I'm talking about Dementors, describe what they look like." ”

"Oh!" said Mrs. Feige, now the flush spread to her neck, "they were big, big, and cloaked. ”

Hearing her description, Harry felt his heart sink terribly.

Whatever Mrs. Feig said, it seemed to him that she had only seen pictures of Dementors at best, and they did not convey the true nature of those creatures: their eerie and horrible appearance as they hovered a few inches above the ground, the stench of decay they emitted, and the terrible creaking sound they made as they devoured the air around them.

On the second row of benches, a short, stocky male wizard with a large black beard leaned into the ear of a nearby female wizard with curly hair.

The sorceress sneered and nodded.

"Big, cloak?!" repeated Ms. Bones, and Fudge snorted sarcastically, "I see, is there anything else that needs to be added?"

"Yes. "I felt them, and everything was getting cold, and I don't forget that it was a very hot summer night." Then I felt that it seemed that all the joy had disappeared from the world, and I remembered the terrible thing, a long, long time ago, on the night I was proven to have no ability to cast spells, my grandma held me ......"

Her voice trembled, and she faded out of her voice.

Ms. Bones' eyes widened slightly, and she could see the red mark under her eyebrows where the lenses had just sunk in.

"What did the Dementors do?" she asked softly.

They lunged at the two boys. Mrs. Feig said that her voice was now more powerful and confident, and the flush on her face had receded, as if she had completely recalled the scene, "One boy fell, and the other tried to repel the Dementors as he stepped back. It was Harry, and he tried twice, and all he could conjure was silver smoke. On the third attempt, he conjured a Patronus. The Patronus rushed over and knocked down the first Dementor, and then it mustered up the courage to drive the second Dementor away from Cousin Harry's side. That's right, that's what happened then. ”

When Mrs. Figg had finished speaking, her voice became a little weak again.

Mrs. Bones looked silently at Mrs. Feige, while Fudge did not look at her, but fiddled with his papers.

Finally, he raised his eyes and said a little aggressively, "That's what you see, isn't it?"

"It's what happened. Mrs. Figg said it again.

"Very well!" said Fudge, "you can go." ”

Mrs. Feige looked timidly at Fudge and then at Dumbledore, then stood up and shuffled towards the door.

The door could be heard slamming shut behind her.

"A squib who doesn't know what to call it. "This witness is not very convincing. ”

"Oh, I don't think so!" said Ms. Bones in her booming voice, "and she describes the power of the Dementors so accurately that I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there." ”

"Is that so? The Dementors ran into a Muggle housing area and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said dismissively, "You don't really believe the story, it's very unlikely, it's very unlikely, even Bagman wouldn't bet on it......"

"I don't think any of us would believe that the Dementors were there as a coincidence. Dumbledore said softly.

Umbridge, who was sitting to Fudge's right, moved slightly, her face in shadow again since Dumbledore entered.

But the others were motionless and silent.

"What the hell do you mean?" Fudge asked coldly.

"Meaning, I think someone sent them. Dumbledore said.

"If someone had ordered two Dementors to swagger around Little Wheatyn, we should have a record!" Fudge roared gruffly, "but no, we don't have anything here." ”

"If these two Dementors have recently received orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic, not necessarily. Dumbledore said calmly, "I've told you what I think about the matter, Connelly. ”

"Yes, you did!" said Fudge forcefully, "and I have no reason to believe that your opinion is not nonsense, Dumbledore. The Dementors still strictly obey our orders and stay in Azkaban. ”

"So......" Dumbledore said in a smooth and clear tone, "we have to ask ourselves why someone from the Ministry of Magic would order two Dementors to go down that alley on August 2nd?"

As soon as these words were finished, there was silence on the field.

"May I add?" said Evan at the right time, not caring about Fudge's expression, and saying everything he thought, "I mentioned the suggestion in the newspaper, since Mr. Minister is convinced that the Dementors are still strictly following the orders of the Ministry of Magic, why not check internally if someone in the Ministry ordered the Dementors to attack Harry in the Muggle community." It seems to me that this matter may not be simple, involving a terrible conspiracy and murder......"