"...The Ministry of Magic has decided to dispatch Dementors to track the Obscurus in order to swiftly restore safety and order in the British Magic World..."
The Flow Mirror on the table was broadcasting the magical version of the day's news, with Fudge, dressed in a maroon suit, vigorously shaking his fist as he spoke:
"Claims of Dementors attacking Hogwarts students are completely unfounded! In reality, they were boarding to ensure the safety of the students by conducting inspections."
"Of course, we also made a small mistake here, as the Ministry of Magic and the school didn't communicate in time, leading to some misunderstandings. Several students fainted from fright, but aside from that, no greater harm was caused..."
Harry, who was having breakfast, felt a lump in his throat and set down his bread.
"The students on the train and a professor recklessly attacked the Ministry of Magic personnel who were performing their duties, which is absolutely wrong! However, considering the children's feelings, we've decided not to hold them accountable..."
Michael silently sneered, shook his head, and used a knife to cut open the fried egg on his plate.
"I can assure you that the Dementors always follow the Ministry's orders, with no possibility of them losing control... Concerns and suspicions about Dementors attacking innocent bystanders are unnecessary... Once the Obscurus is captured, the Dementors will immediately return to Azkaban..."
"What a misunderstanding... It's a relief that the Ministry of Magic didn't pursue it..." Fiona let out a sigh of relief and curiously asked, "What do Dementors actually look like?"
"Like a big rag draped in a black cloak, the kind that's gone sour and started to smell," Michael made a face and said, "They're hideous!"
"Hahaha..." Fiona was amused by him and added, "They sound like very effective prison guards... That Obscurus isn't a match for them, is it?"
"I don't know, there are no historical records of these two creatures fighting," Vid said.
"Maybe the Dementors are powerful... after all, there are so many of them," Fiona speculated simply.
"Anyway, let's hope those guys get back to Azkaban soon," Harry muttered, "I don't want to encounter another 'inspection'."
The news on the Flow Mirror ended and was soon replaced by a Muggle musical film, with dozens of handsome men and beautiful women singing and dancing in the mirror, dispelling the gloom brought by the previous news.
"I can't believe it!" Michael said indignantly, "Such a big issue, and they just brushed it under the rug like that!"
"With the way the Dementors acted on the train, it was indeed hard to tell whether they were inspecting or attacking," Vid said calmly. "After all, no one was truly... truly harmed."
He glanced at his mother, swallowing the words "had their soul sucked away."
Unlike Ferdinand, who focused on the dangers and dark sides of the Magic World, Fiona was more concerned with the magical and wondrous aspects.
Her understanding of Dementors came entirely from the Flow Mirror and the articles in the Prophet Daily, which never mentioned their evil and terrifying nature, but repeatedly emphasized—
Dementors are the Magic World's most reliable guards.
In Fiona's imagination, they were a group of tall, strong, mysterious forces, walking in darkness, never showing their true faces.
Of course, after the attack on the Hogwarts train, the image in her mind had updated to a group of extremely rude and cold-blooded savages.
Dementors, or "Dementors"—just from the name, it's hard to imagine what kind of dark, decayed creatures they are.
After breakfast, three Little Demonic Puppets hopped around to tidy up the dishes, while Fiona and Ferdinand went upstairs to change into their going-out clothes.
"We're going to visit some friends. You can have fun at home, there's drinks in the fridge and newly bought snacks in the cupboard. Order yourself some pizza or Chinese food for lunch, the numbers are next to the phone."
Ferdinand instructed.
"Okay, dad," Vid said.
"See you in the evening, dear,"
Fiona kissed Vid's forehead, then did the same to Harry and Michael, smiling as she said,
"Don't hold back; make yourselves at home. If I come back and find everything spick and span, I'll be upset."
"You're underestimating Coco and their work abilities, mom," Vid replied.
"Don't worry, we won't neglect ourselves!" Michael chimed in confidently.
Harry continued to clutch his forehead, looking dazed and a bit foolish.
The Greys laughed as they bid their goodbyes, put on their coats, and left.
After seeing them off, Vid turned back and asked, "What do you want to do next? Watch TV, play games, or do some homework?"
"...Anything but the last one!" Michael wrapped his arm around Vid's neck, mock-complaining, "But Vid, you didn't tell me your house is so cool!"
"Yeah..." Harry agreed, "I thought it would be more like the Dursley Family, but it looks..."
Harry looked around.
"It looks like a Pure-Blood Wizard's household."
There were Peeping Mirrors near the doors and windows for alerts, with both a Flow Mirror and a television in the living room, though the latter looked like it hadn't been used for a long time.
Three Little Demonic Puppets were busily tidying up the place, and the dressing room mirror loudly commented on people's attire and gave seemingly sound advice.
"Scars are ugly, but a lightning-shaped scar is very cool! Boy, you could wear a blue beret!"