Bellatrix Lestrange had always worshipped strength—from a very young age. Though her husband also came from an ancient pure-blood family that took pride in Dark Magic, the fact that his strength barely matched hers meant that even after marriage, they never had children.
They say that without sowing there can be no harvest, but the very thought that her husband was weaker than her made Bellatrix instinctively reject the idea. Her future child had to surpass her—even exceed the child's father.
That was why, after Voldemort rescued her, she followed him wholeheartedly in his dark deeds.
But now, that was no longer necessary. Regulus Black's curse had severed that path of evil—using a dark method to achieve a better result.
"I'll come to see you every month. Once the child is born, I'll take her back to the Black family. You'll have plenty of time to choose a name for her."
Regulus Black had merely intended to offer some comfort, but his words had a much stronger effect than expected. Bellatrix Lestrange actually began thinking of names for the child, picking up a stone shard from the ground and carving into the wall.
Once distracted, the dazed older sister completely ignored the presence of her younger brother.
Seeing this, Regulus knew it was time to leave—but there was still something left to do before he went.
"Clean and new!"
Having now successfully visited the two remaining members of the Black family, Regulus had no interest in the other Death Eaters. Their situations had nothing to do with him, and the Ministry of Magic wouldn't allow him to meet them freely anyway. He naturally had no intention of asking for trouble.
Still, Regulus had his own reasons for coming to Azkaban. Besides the tormented Aurors stationed here, the only other guards were the infamous Dementors.
"You don't mind taking a walk with me, do you? This is my first time visiting such a unique place as Azkaban. How about showing me around?"
Regulus Black turned to Judy Fox, who was accompanying him.
He asked out of both courtesy and necessity. As an Auror, Judy had been assigned to accompany him at the Ministry's request. If Regulus strayed beyond her sight, it would be considered a violation.
Even though Judy Fox shared a deeply intimate bond with him—both physically and spiritually—her presence also gave him insight into Azkaban's hidden rules.
As his soul partner, Judy naturally wouldn't ruin his mood. She signaled to the other Aurors that she would accompany him alone, then led Regulus on a stroll through Azkaban.
Before long, they reached the tower's highest point—its rooftop. The view surrounding them was, frankly, dreadful.
The sky was perpetually overcast and drizzling, with countless Dementors drifting through the air. The sea below was stormy and filled with jagged reefs.
In terms of feng shui, this place was one of the "five most inauspicious sites"—a land where every direction brimmed with hostility.
"This is the spot."
Regulus Black drew his wand and tapped the ground. A symbol—cross and circle—representing a [Waypoint] was engraved into the floor.
On the [Waypoint List], a new icon appeared: a bas-relief of a Dementor, labeled [Azkaban].
Judy Fox paid no mind to his actions. She had long forgotten her role as an Auror when it came to Regulus. Just being by his side filled her with happiness.
After completing the engraving, Regulus still had no intention of leaving. He wrapped an arm around Judy Fox's waist and kissed her deeply, as if they were lovers sneaking away to a private room.
The joy radiating from such love was immense—a gourmet feast for Dementors.
In an instant, a swarm of Dementors came rushing in, completely disregarding their agreement with the Ministry. At that moment, they were like starving ghouls from the Six Realms of Hell, driven only by hunger.
The horde was so dense, it was like rush hour in a packed train. But at the center, the couple remained utterly unmoved.
A flash of black light erupted around them. Every Dementor that collided with it vanished into thin air. Those in the front saw it, tried to retreat, but were pushed forward by those behind—like waves on the Yangtze crashing over one another—smashing right into the same fate.
At that moment, a small charm on Regulus Black's belt—The Black Lake Temple of Soul Elixirs—was glowing brightly. Each flash of black light marked another batch of Dementors being drawn inside.
Within the [Black Lake Temple of Soul Elixirs], aside from the undead lurking beneath the water, the environment resembled a sealed cavern. There was ample space above the lake's surface—enough to contain the incoming Dementors.
By the time the horde realized something was wrong, nearly a third of their number had already vanished. With a collective shriek, the remaining Dementors panicked and fled the rooftop.
"How am I supposed to explain this to the Ministry of Magic?"
Startled by the chill brought on by the Dementors, Judy Fox finally snapped back to her senses. But before she could even panic, she noticed that the Dementors had vanished—every single one that had attacked them was gone.
Judy Fox was certain that if the Dementors had been any more foolish, the entire magical species might have gone extinct today.
Erased from reality, erased from the history of wizards—completely.
And all of this was clearly her partner's doing, which was why she asked the question. Normally, Judy Fox would never speak to him like that.
"Just tell them the truth. For the rest, just say you don't know."
Regulus Black, still holding his partner close, gently guided her down from the tower, whispering soft reassurances along the way.
What would the Ministry of Magic do? Of course, they'd launch an investigation into Regulus Black. The disappearance of such a large number of Dementors was no small matter.
The Ministry had always treated Dementors like their own private property—loyal guards and deadly weapons. Losing even one was considered a serious loss. It had never crossed their minds that these "weapons" could be turned against them.
But that was a matter for later. When the time came, Regulus simply needed to claim that it was a defensive spell designed to repel Dementors—that he had never provoked them.
And in private, he could let the pure-blood families know: this was revenge against the Dementors. They couldn't free the prisoners, sure—but what was wrong with taking revenge on the creatures that had fed on their happiness for so long?
Was that wrong? Was it really wrong? If anyone was to blame, it was the Ministry, for failing to control their Dementors.
Regulus shared these thoughts with Judy Fox, confident that his soul partner would help spread the word.
Winning over more support from the pure-blood families seemed easily within reach.
After checking the count, he realized the number of Dementors had actually surpassed the total number of undead in his domain by nearly threefold. The Dementors were now beginning to adapt to their new environment.
Black Lake Temple of Soul Elixirs
Slytherin's Decorative Box [Fake]
Keeping this in your inventory provides multiple additional benefits:
Undead Guardians: 791 / 777
Dementors: 1979 / 1979
Potion Crafting Skill: +7
Potion Brewing Time: -7%
Potion Success Rate: +7%
Each time Soul Elixir is fully consumed, restores 77% soul damage
7% chance to obtain bonus gold upon full use of Soul Elixir
7% chance to obtain bonus magical items upon full use of Soul Elixir
Looking at the auto-added stats, Regulus Black realized there was still room for improvement in his homemade charm.
In the future, he could experiment with adding individual attributes one by one to understand the underlying mechanics—something that couldn't be rushed.
But thinking ahead to his next goal, Regulus Black had set his sights on capturing a Boggart—a magical creature that manifests by absorbing fear.
Boggarts and Dementors are, in a way, opposites. The former feeds on fear, the latter on joy.
On its own, a Boggart is weak—practically invisible. But it can take on the form of what its target fears most, and in doing so, gains a portion of that form's power. In essence, the more terrified the target, the stronger the Boggart becomes. On the surface, that makes it seem like an unbeatable enemy.
But with one simple "Riddikulus," it can be turned into a laughingstock.
Boggarts have become the best training tools for young wizards learning to face fear. Any witch or wizard who's studied Magical Creatures has likely caught one to practice on.
And yet, after months at Hogwarts, Regulus Black still hadn't managed to catch a single one.
How did Lupin catch his a few years later?
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