Perceiving that only Sebastian's aura was around, and that he had no intention of feeding it, the Dementor slowly reacted and asked blankly, "Boss, are you looking for me?"
Sebastian nodded in satisfaction, looking at the Dementor floating obediently, not daring to release even a trace of coldness.
Compared to the Dementors who were beaten badly by the Little Wizards in the arena this morning, his own employee was much more well-behaved.
Every time it acted as a teaching aid, it strictly adhered to his requirements, never going wild at the sight of something delicious.
It could be said that a large part of the Little Wizards' current combat strength was due to this diligent sparring partner and teaching aid.
To enable this fellow to cope with the challenges of increasingly powerful students and avoid being easily defeated by them, Sebastian had put a lot of effort into training it.
Every day, he would collect the happy emotions overflowing from the students in the Castle, and then feed this diligent employee two meals a day.
After a month of careful feeding and high-intensity sparring with the Little Wizards, this fellow's appearance was completely renewed.
Its original malnourished look had disappeared, and it had restored the normal three-meter height of a Dementor. At first glance, it even looked a bit larger than other Dementors outside the school.
Floating in the office, it was like a dark wall.
It was shrouded in a terrifying black cloak, and compared to other Dementors, its cloak not only looked less tattered but also much darker in color.
Not only its appearance changed, but its strength was also incomparable.
After all, no matter what, it was a formidable character that could withstand the repeated beatings of the Patronus Charm released by the Little Wizards in the Duelling Club.
In short, this fellow's strength had greatly increased, and the Dementors who used to bully it were no longer its opponents.
Since that was the case, it was time to let this fellow go back and train to take on a bigger role.
Thinking of this, Sebastian spoke, "You call me Boss every day, but I haven't asked you what your name is."
Name?
"Isn't it called Dementor?"
The Dementor asked its question blankly.
Hearing this silly answer, Sebastian laughed, "That's the name of your species, not your own name."
"It seems you don't have a name of your own. Do you want me to give you one? After all, you are my employee, and you should have a unique designation."
Seeing the Dementor nod, Sebastian pondered for a moment and said, "Given your diligent and tireless work for me, I've decided to call you 'Working Soul'."
Working Soul?
From today onwards, it was also a Dementor with a name, unlike all its compatriots.
The Dementor didn't quite understand the meaning of the name, but that didn't stop it from feeling happy from within.
This feeling of happiness was extremely strong, even happier than eating several delicious emotions.
Vaguely, it felt that it was somehow different, but it couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was different.
In Sebastian's view, ever since the Dementor was named Working Soul, Working Soul's outer robe began to change.
That ink-black robe slowly faded, eventually becoming an exquisite gray.
Oh—
What's going on? It evolved!
Working Soul was radiating happy emotions, wasn't it supposed to feed on happiness?
Would other Dementors really not attack it because of this?
Unless, it now possessed the absolute strength to suppress all dissent.
Perceiving Working Soul's exponentially growing aura, Sebastian nodded slightly.
This was the first time he had felt happy emotions from a creature like a Dementor.
Could this be the catalyst for Working Soul's evolution?
Interesting!
Dementor the Grey. Who knows if there will be Dementor the White in the future?
Pulling back his wandering thoughts, Sebastian's tone deepened.
"Working Soul, this morning your compatriots broke into Hogwarts, intending to attack the school's students."
"I, your Boss, am very angry, and the consequences are severe."
"I need an explanation from you!"
Huh?
Working Soul, who was still foolishly happy, froze.
It was wrongly accused!
What did its compatriots' mischief have to do with it?
It had been obediently staying in its bag, waiting to be fed.
No wonder it missed a meal today.
So, this was its Boss punishing it...
Damn compatriots, not only did they bully it before, but now they were also trying to frame it.
How desperate were they to think of rushing into the campus and attacking students? Had those idiots forgotten the terror of the dragon Patronus Charm?
They were creatures that only remembered to eat but not the beating.
Feeling the anger emanating from Sebastian, Working Soul instantly reined in its happy emotions and timidly bowed.
"Boss, what do you want me to do?"
Sebastian did not answer directly but instead asked back.
"Working Soul, you've been working for so long, do you want to go back and see your compatriots?"
See its compatriots?
Why would it want to see those stupid things?
Although its work here was a bit tough, the food was really good, and it ate until it was stuffed every meal.
If possible, it would prefer to stay here and work for its Boss for the rest of its life; it didn't want to go back at all.
Suddenly, Working Soul's spirits lifted, remembering its compatriots' attempt to attack the students.
Could it be that the Boss meant for it to go back and beat them all up?
That was a possibility!
With its current strength, going back would be like beating up little kids.
Besides, after being nurtured at the school, it had also learned a lot.
It knew what it meant to return home without wealth, like walking in fine clothes at night.
Thinking of this, Working Soul quickly expressed to Sebastian, "Boss, I'll go back and beat them up right now to let you vent your anger."
Sebastian chuckled softly.
"Working Soul, for Dementors to dare to break into the school is truly disorganized and undisciplined. What I want you to do is not just simply beat them up."
"Boss, just tell me what you want me to do."
Sebastian adjusted his sitting posture and said meaningfully.
"Working Soul, the Dementors' throne has been vacant for too long."
"Don't you want to sit on it and become the King of all Dementors?"
King of Dementors?
The Boss wanted it to become the King of Dementors!
Before Working Soul could react, it heard Sebastian continue.
"The reason Dementors are disorganized and undisciplined is that they lack the leadership of a wise King."
"You have now turned into a gray-robed figure, which is the appearance of a King among Dementors!"
"The King of Dementors must be you; I won't recognize anyone else."
Working Soul became excited, and something called ambition began to grow wildly in its chest.
"Boss, can I really become King?"
"Absolutely!" Sebastian took out a magic contract and encouraged firmly, "Come on, put your handprint on this magic contract."
"Then, go ahead and do it. If any Dementor disobeys, I'll back you up!"
"Merlin's Dementor!" Working Soul mumbled a catchphrase it had learned from the students and said excitedly to Sebastian.
"Boss, I'll go back and subdue them right now, and make all the Dementors work for you!"
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