"Sixty!~ Someone bids sixty! Is there any increase in price?"

"sixty one."

"Sixty-one, sixty-one! And..."

"sixty-three."

"Sixty-three! The price has accumulated to sixty-three! The rare descendant of [Dementor] is very complete. Is there anyone who offers a higher price?"

"sixty-five……"

………

Accompanied by the sound of this style of auction, they walked through rows of empty benches until they reached the first few rows, where about thirty cloaked weirdos were sparsely seated.

Now it seems that three families are bidding on the [Dementor] trapped in a special cage on the stage not far away.

It is barely a tall and thin humanoid creature, wearing a rotten cloak, and its whole body looks like it has been soaked in water. It has scabby palms and its whole body looks like it is rotten. It has no facial features, and there is a deep hole where the mouth should be.

small hole...

This image is quite familiar. Is this an encounter with an old acquaintance?

Also, when did dementors become a rare species?

However, compared to the rotten cloaked dementors, Xingke was more worried about whether there were Sherlock and Reina among these cloaked monsters, so he simply dragged Illya and Diana to the empty seats in the first row and sat down.

His wand stood up next to him very conspicuously.

[If you can’t find an acquaintance, then let the acquaintance find you!]

This is a truth that Xingke spent twenty years of blood, tears and sweat to understand.

When Xing Ke and the others were seated, the hammer on the auction table finally settled.

In the end, this dementor's rotten cloak, which was known as "rare", was sold to one of the three cloaked monsters who bid for the number sixty-seven.

"By the way, what is the unit of this number [sixty-seven]?"

Illya asked Xingke softly.

Xingke smiled, said nothing, and turned to look at Diana. Diana understood it well:

"...The unit is ten thousand and the currency is pounds. You can freely choose the currency when making payment. However, the exchange rate between gold galleons and pounds has a one-thousandth more handling fee than Gringotts."

"In other words, the [Dementor] was sold for 670,000 pounds just now? It is said to be rare, but it is not very valuable."

"After the dementors experienced an unknown disaster more than twenty years ago, the number of the species has indeed been decreasing year by year. In the end, even Akazban and the Ministry of Magic no longer protected them..."

Listening to the popular science that Diana recalled, Xing always felt a little familiar for some reason.

"However, although the number is already very small, the Ministry of Magic has never added Dementors to the protection scope of the [Magical Species Protection Regulations], so as non-protected creatures... the hunting risk is not very high."

Xing Ji understood Diana's last euphemistic statement. Dementors' way of living is an "evil creature" that violates human interests. Their individual strength is not very strong. Their ability to compete with wizards depends entirely on numerical suppression and physical strength.

Attack immunity.

Therefore, in this period when the number of races is decreasing, wizards with some strength can hunt them after discovering that they are doing evil, or they can do experiments on them, or they can sell them and spend money like they do now.

The individual strength is not high, the way of living is anti-human, and is not protected in any way. Although the experimental value is not high, it is not low either...

All in all, it is a perfect hunting object.

Wizards were aristocrats in the last century, and talking about British aristocrats is inseparable from the famous [Hunting Game].

Presumably today's wizards, after having a drink with their friends, will meet up to take a look at the "haunted house" rumored by Muggles. If they are lucky, they can hunt a dementor at the next party's table.

A little richer.

Although such prey is rare, and it is impossible to capture it every time, after all, the Dementor's ability to escape is much higher than its attack strength. Without special cages and chains, it cannot be contained. But in this world

, there are always thoughtful people.

There is no guarantee that Dementors will not become "frequent customers" in the auction house, and the price will not be much higher.

You, Dementor, are pitiful...

"But, why not put them on the [Species Protection List]? Their number is already very small, right?" Illya asked Diana directly across the star sitting in the middle.

No matter how evil the creatures are, if their numbers are small enough, they will always be protected for the sake of the future.

For magic research, for mysterious inheritance, and other reasons.

"Hmm...I don't know, but a few professors in the Clock Tower have been submitting the [Dementor Protection Proposal], but the Ministry of Magic has never approved it."

Although Diana was a good student who was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, she was not a know-it-all.

"Ahem, I have a guess about this question."

Xingke coughed twice to express his presence.

"Illya, do you still remember that Hohenheim allowed the Dementors to move in because of the fugitives from Akazban?"

"Well, of course I remember. I was disgusted by the image of this thing in the first place, so I decided to learn the Patronus Charm on the spur of the moment."

Of course, the psychological shadow of childhood will not be easily forgotten.

"You're right, this thing is indeed disgusting, so the students in grades one to seven who went to school in Hohenheim that year also thought so. And now more than thirty years have passed..." Star Moment

He showed a somewhat malicious [you know] smile.

"...Oh, I understand." Illya understood, and mentally silently mourned for 0.1 seconds for the Dementor who was being moved off the stage by the staff.

Sure enough, no one can bully the younger generation.

Even though they were very weak at the time, their psychological defense was also very weak.

But thirty years in Hexi, thirty years in Hedong, and now thirty years have really passed. The students in the school have become the backbone of the Ministry of Magic, penetrating into every department of the Ministry of Magic.

For things like "beat the lost dog and resolve the psychological shadow of your childhood", no matter you are a Gryffindor or a Slytherin, everyone can tacitly stand on the united front.

As for those professors in the Clock Tower? There is no shortage of "madmen" in the world who can put aside all personal grudges for the sake of the research in hand.

The Clock Tower is an institution whose purpose is the study of emerging magic.

"Diana, I think the proposal of the professors in the Clock Tower will not be passed at the moment. Let's suggest them to establish an [Experimental Reserve] as soon as possible."

"Huh? Brother, how do you know?"

"What do you know?"

"After the thirteenth proposal of those professors failed to pass, the fourteenth proposal was "On the Necessity and Funding Budget for the Establishment of Isolated Experimental Captive Institutions for Special Species", and it was unlikely that it would be passed in the first place.

This budget was miraculously passed."

"...Oh, it turns out that I was the backer for the past thirteen times. I underestimated those crazy people."

As we all know, before doing something with low probability, you must prepare thirteen sacrifices to carry on your back, the kind of sacrifice that will not be a pity even if you die.
Chapter completed!