Actually, Arthur wasn't surprised by these odds.
The Slytherins are generally wealthier than the other houses.
Even though there were fewer of them, each person could bet more than a few Gryffindors combined.
As a result, Snape's odds were lowered.
This made the Slytherins feel superior to the Gryffindor lions for several days, which frustrated the lions.
But they couldn't do anything about it.
After all, they only have a small amount of pocket money. They could only secretly curse the Slytherins for being wealthy.
After Potions class on Friday, Snape also told Arthur that Professor Flitwick would be the referee for the duel on Wednesday.
Arthur was relieved. When he got back to his dormitory, he went into his suitcase to check on the two Dementors.
"When are you going to feed us?"
The elder brother Dementor, asked with a hint of resentment.
These days, the older Dementor had been feeling uncomfortable.
Arthur had promised to let them have a meal, but they had been locked up for almost a week, and their situation was even worse than in the Forbidden Forest.
At least in the Forbidden Forest, there were magical creatures from which they could absorb some happiness.
But here, there was only a Basilisk creature in the lake, and they couldn't afford to provoke him.
They were now so hungry that they were losing their minds.
Arthur felt a bit embarrassed. He had almost forgotten about these two in the past few days.
If it weren't for the tutoring he had to give to Hermione and others on Sunday, Arthur probably wouldn't even remember them.
"Um, I've been a bit busy recently, and I accidentally forgot about you guys. I'm sorry," Arthur apologized sincerely.
"In that case, can we absorb a bit of happiness?"
One of the Dementors asked expectantly as both of them floated in front of Arthur.
But when they saw Arthur reach for his wand, they instantly shut up.
"Alright, I'll take you out for a meal now."
Arthur checked the time, there weren't many people in the nightclubs at this hour, but there were surely some football matches going on in England.
Then, Arthur lets Furry take him and the Dementors to London using Apparition.
Even though he could Apparate on his own, he preferred to use Furry; he was simply too lazy to do it himself.
They arrived at a place called White Hart Lane Stadium, where a match was happening.
The home team was leading, and a large crowd of fans were cheering enthusiastically for them.
Arthur released the two Dementors.
They were a bit confused at first, but as they sensed the joyful atmosphere around them, they quickly became energized.
But then, they noticed that the crowd was Muggles, not wizards.
The happiness they could absorb from Muggles didn't have the same quality as from wizards, which disappointed them again.
Arthur looked at them frustratedly.
"Don't you guys get it? There are only so few wizards in the world, but there are countless events like this in the Muggle world. If you can't get enough from one person, just feed on more."
The two Dementors seemed to find Arthur's logic suitable.
They floated above the stadium, slowly absorbing the joy spreading in the air.
However, they remembered Arthur's warning not to absorb too much.
They had to extract slowly and stop immediately if they felt the emotional energy was running out.
The fans in the stadium suddenly found themselves not as happy anymore, even the ones cheering for their home team weren't as active anymore.
The players on the field were also puzzled as to why the crowd had gone quiet.
After this, Arthur took the two Dementors to several other stadiums.
By the time they reached the third one, the Dementors were full and couldn't take any more happiness.
"Big brother, I can't eat anymore."
The younger Dementor was now floating unsteadily, and his older brother wasn't feeling well either.
"So, are you satisfied?"
Arthur looked at them with a smirk, and the two Dementors nodded quickly.
They had never imagined that the Muggle world would have so much "food".
Although it wasn't as delicious as the wizarding world, there was much of it. It had been a long time since they had eaten this much, and if they could have this opportunity in the future.
They'd be happy to accompany a few young wizards in their training or even become the Dementor instructors for the whole of Hogwarts.
Arthur was also very satisfied. The test subjects were fed, so he could train as he pleased later, right?
...
Inside the suitcase, Arthur had already returned to Hogwarts with the two Dementors.
After eating and consuming their fill, it was time to get down to business.
Rubbing his chin, Arthur looked at the two Dementors floating in mid-air and suddenly asked, "Do you two have names?"
The two Dementors were stunned for a moment, and then shook their heads in unison.
"We Dementors don't have names, We can tell who someone is by their aura."
"Well, how about this, from now on, you'll be called Reggie, and your younger brother will be called Ronnie."
Arthur clapped his hands and gave the two dementors their names.
"Reggie? Ronnie?"
The older Dementor reacted for a moment and then accepted it.
After all, Arthur was their boss now, just like the Ministry of Magic before, giving them names wasn't a big deal.
As long as he was a boss who could feed them, he was a good boss, and they didn't care about anything else.
In fact, Dementors were a very simple type of creature. As long as their feeding conditions were met, that was enough.
But the type of food they consume is so extreme that wizards fear them.
Now that Arthur has satisfied their needs, they naturally obey him.
Arthur looked at Reggie and asked, "Can you control the power of your emotion-sucking ability? And can you reduce this feeling of despair that aura around you?"
When Arthur talked to the Dementors now, he used the Occlumency spell himself.
Otherwise, he would easily be influenced by their innate abilities.
Therefore, they needed to control it.
Otherwise, even Harry might not be able to recite a single spell at first.
Reggie heard Arthur's request and gave it a try.
Dementors in the past had always acted on their own instincts and never considered suppressing their abilities.
Now that Arthur mentioned it, Reggie couldn't be sure if he could.
Then Arthur slightly lifted the Occlumency spell to test his progress.
Hmm, it was just a bit oppressive but still acceptable.
After that, Ronnie also tried, but he was far worse than his older brother. It took him several tries to succeed.
"Good, now try to absorb my happiness, but remember to keep the power small."
Arthur instructed the two Dementors.
But they didn't move.
Just as Arthur was getting confused, Reggie sent a message with some embarrassed emotions in it.
"Um, can you wait a bit? Ronnie and I are too full."
"..."
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