Hertfordshire is located on the outskirts of London, and according to the Ministry of Magic's records, there is only one wizard living here... Hermione Granger.

But now that Hermione had gone to Diagon Alley, there were only Muggles here.

A nasty grey fog hung over Hertfordshire, thick and hazy as if a sandstorm had just blown through.

On the street, several pedestrians were walking hurriedly, covering their mouths and noses, while wrapping their clothes tightly.

It's really strange...it's July, but it's so cold walking on the street that we're shivering. Some people are even wearing winter clothes.

"This horrible weather... everyone in the Meteorological Bureau should have their salaries suspended for a month!" A man rubbed his hands and couldn't help complaining.

He was here to deliver documents, so he didn't know about the temperature drop. As soon as he got off the subway, he felt like he had walked into a huge refrigerator. The thin clothes on his body did not provide any warmth at all.

The man quickened his pace again, and finally he just jogged. He just wanted to deliver the documents as quickly as possible and leave this abnormal hellhole.

But strangely, the man did not feel warmer as he ran, but became colder and colder.

Unconsciously, his breathing began to become heavy and his head felt dizzy. Every time he took a breath, white mist that only appeared in winter would come out.

There was a layer of frost on his suit, but the man didn't notice it at all. His legs moved forward stiffly, but slower and slower...

In the hazy gray fog, a thing wearing a black cloak and floating in the air appeared above his head like a ghost.

“Hiss… huh…”

Accompanied by a sound of inhaling like pulling a bellows, the man's expression began to become dull. The joy brought by the promotion in the morning was gone, and the excitement of drinking and celebrating with colleagues last night was also gone... All the emotions related to happiness in his memory were disappearing bit by bit.

The man was terrified and wanted to run, but his legs were out of control and he could not take another step.

After having a full meal, the Dementor in mid-air took off its hood again.

In an instant, the man's vision became increasingly blurred, and all colors disappeared at this moment...

Just when he was about to fall into complete darkness, he suddenly saw a ray of silver light.

The light was so bright, like the sun, illuminating everything and dispelling the cold, and my frozen body gradually regained consciousness...

In a trance, he heard a voice.

"Cedric, do you think we need to use the Oblivion Charm on him?"

"What curse?" the man pondered, using all his strength to open his eyes.

He saw two children, about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he saw the silver light again... Oh no, it was a jellyfish floating in the air.

"This must be a dream, how is it possible for jellyfish to float in the air?" the man thought to himself.

But the next second...

"Oblivion is all!"

Kyle looked at the man who had fallen into coma again and sighed, "Why did you open your eyes at this time? I can't do it even if I want to save trouble."

The people who came were Kyle and Cedric. In fact, they appeared in the Leaky Cauldron before because they were out to deal with the problem of Dementors.

After finding out from Hermione that something was wrong here, the two of them came straight here, just in time to save the man.

The silver jellyfish he saw before was naturally Kyle's patronus.

Kyle waved his wand and moved the man to a mailbox on the side of the road.

"Is he okay here?" Cedric walked over and put a piece of chocolate into the man's mouth.

"It's okay. I know my limits. Besides, he ate the chocolate, so he'll probably wake up in a few minutes."

Kyle said, "Even if someone saw him during this period, they would just think he was drunk... This guy really drank a lot, and the smell of alcohol has not dissipated yet."

"Okay." Cedric stood up and looked at the silver jellyfish next to Kyle, and the Dementor that was tied up by tentacles and struggling.

"How do we deal with this Dementor? Should we take it back?"

"No." Kyle shook his head. "It just wanted to suck the soul of this person. Let's deal with it here."

As Kyle finished his words, several more tentacles wrapped around him... Like an ice cube thrown into a fireplace, the Dementor melted rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon only a torn black cloak was left.

Cedric waved his wand, creating a flame that burned the torn cloak to ashes.

"It's a bit of a waste." Kyle couldn't help but say.

"Waste?" Cedric looked at him in confusion. "What's the use of this thing? Can it be made into clothes?"

"Of course not, and even if it was really made, no one would wear it." Kyle said, "But I have been hesitating recently whether to give Fudge a suggestion and organize a bounty event for Dementors. For example, if you kill one, you can go to the Ministry of Magic to exchange it for the corresponding Galleons."

"Are you serious?" Cedric thought Kyle was being a little fanciful.

Putting aside whether the Ministry of Magic is willing to pay for it, how can we identify the killing of Dementors? We can't just send someone to supervise... After all, not everyone's Patronus is like Kyle's, which can bind the Dementors silently.

Most Aurors can only use the Fiery Fire Curse to kill a Dementor, let alone other wizards.

And using this method, the Dementors won't leave any cloak behind.

"Forget it, just pretend I never said anything." Kyle also thought of this. He sighed and didn't think about taking advantage of the situation anymore.

At this moment, the man on the ground suddenly moved.

Kyle quickly put away his Patronus and walked forward with Cedric, pretending nothing had happened.

"Where are we going now..." Cedric asked, "According to the clues obtained by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, there are traces of Dementors in Surrey and Buckinghamshire."

"Don't worry..." Kyle looked up at the sky, "This level of fog can't be caused by a Dementor. Let's look for it again."

The two came to an open place, cast an Disillusionment Spell on themselves, then raised their legs as if they were riding on something.

Then, they flew straight up.

Before setting off, they specifically asked the broom shop to add this function to the invisible broomstick to facilitate their actions. Most Aurors would do this before hunting down Dementors.

The two circled in the air for half an hour, and then Cedric suddenly pointed to a remote street.

"Look over there..."

Kyle looked in the direction of his finger and indeed found the second Dementor.

But unlike the previous one, this time the Dementor just sucked the Muggle hard for a while, then prepared to leave contentedly, with no intention of giving him another "kiss".

"Should we kill this one directly?" Cedric asked.

"I'll go discuss it..."

Kyle turned his broom and came in front of the Dementor.

It seemed to Cedric that Kyle was actually talking to the Dementors, and the Dementors seemed to understand him!

When did he learn the Dementor language... Is this what is required to be a Ministry employee now?

But before he could think for long, he saw Kyle holding out his wand.

A cluster of golden-red flames appeared out of nowhere, condensed into the shape of a fire dragon, and directly burned the Dementors into ashes.

"The talks broke down..." Kyle shrugged at Cedric, "It's not very willing to go back to the Ministry of Magic to continue working... All curses are over!"

Kyle thrust his wand into the ground, and the remaining flames immediately went out.

"That can't be helped," said Cedric, as he stuffed a piece of chocolate into the mouth of the attacked Muggle.

After doing all this, the two were ready to leave, but at this time Kyle suddenly noticed something extra on the ground.

Just below the Dementor, there was a small cluster of black stuff, like dust.

Kyle was a little surprised. He didn't expect that something could be preserved under the fierce fire curse.

In line with the principle of not wasting anything, Kyle found a bottle and put all the 'dust' into it with his magic wand. "

"What do you want these for?" Cedric asked.

"Just in case it comes in handy," Kyle said.

Even the basilisk's snake skin can be used to make potions, maybe these left by the Dementors can be useful too.

Kyle picked up the bottle and looked at it. "Ha, maybe a bounty hunt is not impossible..."

"You're still thinking about this..." Cedric rubbed his forehead, "This is a Dementor, the reward cannot be too low, but this will require a lot of money, do you think Fudge will agree?

"There are no Malfoys sponsoring the Ministry of Magic now."

"Let's give it a try, just in case it works," Kyle said.

There are too many Dementors scattered everywhere. It would probably take a year for the Aurors and the two of them to clear them all out.

What's more, he is about to start school, so he has to think of other ways... As for whether it can succeed, that is another thing to consider.

As the two Dementors were destroyed, the gray fog in the sky became much lighter, and now only a thin layer remained.

This is normal. It is like this all over Britain, including the Ministry of Magic and Diagon Alley. As long as the Dementors are out there, these things will always exist.

Although there is still a certain impact, it is nothing. The temperature has risen a lot, and the sunlight shines through the gray fog, making me feel warm on my body.

They flew around again, and only went to another place after making sure there were no Dementors nearby.

The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and the Auror Office each have a booklet that records the locations where Dementors have appeared. Although it is not accurate, it can serve as a reference.

Cedric opened the book...

"It just so happens that someone has also found traces of Dementors in Cambridgeshire, not far away. Do you want to go there?"

"certainly"

…

In order to eliminate the Dementors as quickly as possible, the two flew outside for two days. When they couldn't hold on any longer, they drank stimulants. It was not until the evening of the third day that they returned to the Leaky Cauldron.

Cedric was already exhausted and out of breath at this time. After flying outside for so long, his legs were shaking and he sat there panting.

"What are you doing?" Fred and George rushed over after getting the news and looked at him with suspicion.

"I'm warning you, don't do anything to let Qiu down..."

"Get lost!" Cedric said unhappily. He glanced at the side secretly and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Qiu was not paying attention to this place.

"It's just a joke, don't get so excited." Fred sat next to him with a smile. "But anyway, what on earth did you do?"

No one answered him.

Cedric was too lazy to pay attention to him, and Kyle simply didn't want to talk.

He was much more tired than Cedric.

After discovering that Dementors could drop items, he never used the Patronus Charm again. When encountering Dementors that were unwilling to cooperate, he would simply throw a Fiendfyre at them.

The Fierce Fire Curse was a black magic that consumed a lot of energy, and he had to use the End of All Curses afterwards. It was already pretty good that he could still stand after this day.

But the harvest was also good.

Kyle's bottle was full, and he planned to find time to ask Dumbledore or Nico what this thing was used for.

The two rested for a while, wolfed down a few pieces of fried pork chops, and drank a large cup of hot cocoa, which made them feel much better.

"Where's Hermione?" Kyle asked, placing the empty glass on the table.

"To see her parents," said Fred.

"But at this time, I think they should come down for dinner... Oh, here they come."

As they were talking, three people just walked down the stairs.

"Kyle?"

Hermione ran over immediately. "Hello, Cedric..."

"Ah, hello," said Cedric.

"Kyle, I've been looking for you these days, but they all said you were not in the Ministry of Magic." Hermione looked at Kyle and asked, "Where have you been?"

"I have something to do." Kyle said, "What do you want from me? Are your parents not used to living here?"

"No, it's not," said Hermione. "I'm here to pay you back."

She handed Kyle a bag of Galleons.

"So fast..." Kyle blinked, "You robbed Gringotts?"

Earning fifty Galleons in two or three days is an efficiency that can only be achieved by robbing Gringotts.

"Of course not," said Hermione. "Don't forget that we Muggle-born wizards can exchange pounds for Galleons."

"Can it be exchanged for so much?" Kyle was a little surprised.

"Okay." Hermione nodded. "But after spending more than twenty Galleons, more and more pounds will be needed, which is not cost-effective."

"Then why did you change it?" Kyle didn't understand. "I don't want your interest. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"It's okay." Hermione said with a smile, "Didn't Ron's brother Bill work at Gringotts before? He told us that gold and jewelry are also hard currency at Gringotts, so we found a way to exchange some.

"Although it's still more expensive than five pounds for one Galleon, Bill found a goblin that he's familiar with, so it's not much different."

After hearing what Hermione said, Kyle put the Galleon away.

"In that case, let me tell you some good news," he said. "Do you also live in Hertfordshire?"

"That's right." Hermione nodded.

"There aren't many Dementors there now." Kyle took the butterbeer that Fred had just ordered and took a sip.

Cedric followed suit and grabbed George's.

"Hey, that's mine," said Fred unhappily.

"Don't be so stingy, just buy more." Kyle said nonchalantly.

"Wait, what did you mean by there are no Dementors anymore?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

"We're going to solve this problem these days." Kyle took another sip of butter beer, "To be honest, you were right to move to Diagon Alley. There are quite a few Dementors around Hertfordshire.

"But it's gone now. You can move back home anytime."

Huh? Hermione was a little confused, because she was really not sure whether this was good news or not.

Technically, yes, it meant she no longer had to worry about Dementors threatening her parents.

But the problem is, she just spent fifty Galleons two days ago to book a room here for a month.

If I move out now, can I get the money back? Hermione turned her head and glanced at the bar owner. Her intuition told her that it was definitely not possible to get it back.

That's fifty Galleons, enough for her to use until graduation from Hogwarts.

"Thank you, thank you..." Hermione covered her chest and said stiffly.

For the first time, she felt that the Ministry of Magic didn't have to act so quickly.

But soon, Hermione adjusted her mood.

Just because the Dementors in Hertfordshire have been solved doesn't mean there are no Dementors anymore. What if they come from somewhere else?

It's still safer in Diagon Alley. Just think of it as paying to let my parents know more about the wizarding world.

After the initial nervousness, they were indeed having a lot of fun during this period.

Her mother was fond of the clothes in Madam Malkin's robe shop, and her father was obsessed with various potions and a toothpaste that was said to contain fire ash snake eggs.

The stuff was incredibly expensive, but he still gritted his teeth and bought a tube.

If we ask them to go back now, they might not be happy about it.

(End of this chapter)