[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-272":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496165,1944,"Chapter 272: An Uninvited Guest at Azkaban, The Dementors Submit","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-272",272,"\u003Cp>Thus, Melina officially became a member of Arthur’s household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet compared to life in the real world, she preferred accompanying Arthur through the Lands Between.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Ranni, Melina did not possess a small doll body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She traveled in her true physical form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one should not mistake her eleven- or twelve-year-old appearance for weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melina was still a divine being. She inherited Marika’s Numen lineage talents and retained the combat techniques of the Black Knife Assassins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her current strength, assassinating a weaker demigod would be effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Melina asked to travel alongside Arthur, Malenia and the others—now spirits—were present as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They, too, wished to return to the Lands Between for a look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But without physical bodies, their power had been reduced to less than a tenth of its former strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur could not possibly allow them to wander a land filled with maddened beings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he devised a compromise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using Ranni’s doll as a template, Arthur crafted several replica puppets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malenia, Trina, and the others only needed to attach a wisp of their soul to the dolls to see through their eyes—and even move and speak through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, they merely wished to visit occasionally. They were not as eager as Melina to journey constantly at Arthur’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For them, the puppets were sufficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, whenever Arthur traveled the Lands Between, several doll pendants now hung quietly at his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azkaban — The Unwelcome Visitor\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far to the north of Britain, in the icy sea, stood an unnamed island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It appeared on no map—neither Muggle nor wizard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For it was Azkaban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only official wizarding prison in Britain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumors claimed the island itself was created by magic. Others believed its internal space had been magically expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, the island had belonged to a powerful Dark wizard named Ekrizdis, who lured, tortured, and murdered passing Muggle sailors for sport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after his death did the Ministry discover the island and its fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first investigators returned pale and silent, willing only to mention that the place was infested with Dementors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Dark Arts experts concluded that every wall of the fortress was saturated with torment and despair—and that the Dementors were bound to those very stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any attempt to destroy the structure would provoke violent retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fortress was abandoned for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the International Statute of Secrecy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry realized scattered prisons across Britain posed security risks. A breakout could expose wizardkind through explosions or magical flashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Azkaban was repurposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With thousands of Dementors acting as guards, it required minimal manpower and expense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so Azkaban became what it is today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Return of Voldemort\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Azkaban welcomed an uninvited guest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cared nothing for its history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cared only whether those imprisoned inside had been driven mad by Dementors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure stepping onto the island was none other than Voldemort—returned from the realm of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having grasped the power of death itself, he came directly to reclaim his followers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ministry of Magic, currently consumed by ministerial elections, noticed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Azkaban, remote and desolate, was rarely supervised directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort entered without obstruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dementors sensed a foreign presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gathered from every corner of the island in a black tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearest Dementor lunged at Voldemort, pressing against his face, attempting to devour his happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No soul to extract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its dim awareness faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there was no happiness, it should have been able to suck out his soul entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it could react, Voldemort raised his hand and seized it by the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black mist poured from his palm—like ink spreading through water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dementor’s gray form darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where the black mist touched, its essence withered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In seconds, the black consumed it entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dementor disintegrated into powder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort examined the lingering deathly haze around his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this is the power of death,\" he murmured. \"Even Dementors can be killed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was merely the most basic application of his newfound power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned slowly, surveying the countless Dementors surrounding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Submit to me,\" he said calmly, \"or be destroyed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dementors were ideal—numerous and devastating against any wizard lacking a Patronus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining Dementors hesitated only briefly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were not intelligent—but neither were they foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had witnessed what just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their draining ability was ineffective against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they overwhelmed him by numbers, it would change nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they were not confident they could exhaust him anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black mist still clung to his hand—an unmistakable threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dementors bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chose submission without resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance Chapters Available on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",786,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.382Z",1,"novelbin.me","3ab4db75caf2602f087eb2efdff5282d92663aa44b0edaef2e986aefe16e53c7","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-273","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-271",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]