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”W-what did you Do to the dementors?”
”Oh the dementors? Nothing really.”
”Are you sure?”
Fudge gave a skeptical glance at the almost soldier like behavior of the dementors.
”Dementors don't usually act like this, no, they never act like this. They are usually wild and barely controllable.”
”Well that's because you never really treated them right.”
”What do you mean treat them right?”
”Well you see, apparently dementors eat positive mana, or emotions of the ”soul”, especially positive ones.”
”What?”
”Oh I forgot, I have this theory that all magic is caused by using mana from the world.”
”Huh?”
”Basically, magic and spell casting is basically the manipulation of mana, simple right?”
”Uh yes?”
”And while experimenting on dementors during my time at Azkaban-”
”E-experimenting?”
”You know the usual DNA sampling, looking at their anatomy, taking off their hoods-”
”You took off their hoods!”
”Oh yes, it's quite interesting really. Apparently they don't have faces at all, in fact, opposing popular belief, they don't have mouths either, or at least physical ones.”
”What?”
”Well you see, their mouths are only visible when they want to feed, but when they are not, they basically don't have a mouth at all. It's like a whirlpool that appears in a bathtub when you drain water. In simpler terms, when the dementors are hungry, they create a black hole that creates a suction. It's what we call the ”mouth”.”
”Ummm...”
Fudge naturally had many questions such as what the fuck was DNA testing and how he could study the anatomy of a dementor and most of all how in the world did Arth manage to take off the hood of a dementor. Sadly, Arth provides no answers.
”So why are you here?”
”... there has been an attack at Hogwarts, a boy from Ravenclaw now lies in the hospital wing petrified.”
”Oh, so it means that taking away Hagrid and me proved to be ineffective.”
”...yes.”
”Which also means that we are innocent, right?”
”...yes.”
”And both Hagrid and I deserve an apology for being wrongfully sent to Azkaban.”
”...”
”Mister Minister?”
”...that is correct.”
Arth reaches his arm out and held out his palm.
”Well?”
Fudge stared at the hand with a confused look.
”What is this?”
Arth raised an eyebrow.
”I'm ready to receive my apology.”
”Yes, the ministry promises to provide an apology letter to both you and Hagrid. It's just that we need some time to prepare-”
”I don't give a dam about an apology letter, just hand over the money.”
”Excuse me?”
”Hand over the money.”
”For what?”
”My apology. I want money. Give.”
”I-I do not understand, the ministry will-”
”Give me money before I sue you for imprisoning a minor in a prison meant for convicted criminals, for arresting two people without a strong valid reason, causing mental damage to a child who was wrongfully accused, and accepting a bribe.”