Unlike the Squib, which did not have magic power, the Silencers had strong spellcasting abilities.
But for many reasons, their magic talents were not normally developed and had to be suppressed in their bodies.
This situation was very common before the establishment of magic schools, and even now, it was a common phenomenon in Asia. Magic schools and schools of magic that valued bloodlines and opportunities would not easily recruit students.
Generally speaking, the magic suppressed in the body would gradually dissipate over time.
A wizard who could have achieved something eventually became a Muggle without magic, just like a Squib.
But if these people were seriously stimulated in the process, the distortion of their character would infect the suppressed energy in the body. The two would affect each other, and the infected and demonized dark power would eventually give birth to its own consciousness.
It would live in the host's body and draw power until the dormitory could no longer supply the energy it needed and died.
When the host's emotions were extremely out of control, they would be swallowed by this terrible consciousness and become a Silencer, possessing terrible power.
Long ago, there were dark wizards who tried to artificially create a large number of Silencers in order to conquer the world.
Dark wizards searched for a large number of children with magic power and imprisoned them on uninhabited islands or in prisons. They did not teach them how to use magic, but kept torturing them until they were completely swallowed by hatred and became weapons of war.
This was an extremely evil act that was rejected by the entire magic world.
The trial continued, and Foggy looked even more irritated.
"On the night of August 2nd, about nine o 'clock, I went out to the corner store at the intersection of Wisteria Road to buy cat food." Under Foggy's questioning, Mrs. Figg spoke hurriedly, as if she had memorized everything she had to say. "Then I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Road. I went to the entrance of the alley and saw the Dementors running..."
"Running?" Ms. Burns said sternly. "Dementors can't run, they can only slide."
"That's what I mean." Said Mrs. Figg hastily, with a blush on her wizened cheeks. "Sliding through the alleys at people who looked like two boys."
"What did they look like?" Ms. Burns said, squinting so hard that the edge of her monocle sank into her flesh.
"Oh, one was big, and the other was thin —"
"No, no," Ms. Burns said impatiently. Ms. Burns said impatiently. "I'm talking about Dementors. Describe them."
"Oh!" Said Mrs. Figg, the blush now spreading to her neck. "They're big, big, and cloaked."
Hearing her description, Harry felt his heart sink horribly.
Whatever Mrs. Figg said, it sounded to him as if she had seen no more than photographs of Dementors, and pictures could never convey the true nature of these creatures: the eerie way they hovered a few inches above the ground; the putrid stench they exuded; and the awful crunching sound they made as they swallowed the air around them.
On the second row of benches, a short, fat, black-bearded male sorcerer whispered in the ear of a female sorcerer with curly hair.
The sorceress sneered and nodded.
"Very big, wearing a cloak?!" Ms. Burns repeated, and Foggy snorted sarcastically. "I see. Is there anything else to add?"
"Yes." Said Mrs. Figg. "I felt them. Everything was very cold. Remember, it was a very hot summer night. Then, I felt as if all the happiness had disappeared from the world. I remembered something terrible. A long, long time ago, on that night when I was proven to have no spellcasting ability, my grandmother held me … "
Her voice quavered and faded away.
Ms. Burns's eyes widened slightly, and a red mark could be seen under her eyebrows where the lens had sunk in.
"What did the Soul Catcher do?" she asked softly.
"They jumped at the two boys." Said Mrs. Figg, her voice stronger and more confident now, the blush gone from her cheeks, and she seemed to be fully recalling the scene. "One boy fell, and the other was backing away, trying to fight off the Dementors. It was Harry. He had tried twice, but all he could conjure was silver smoke. On the third try, he conjured a Guardian Deity. The Guardian Deity rushed over and knocked down the first Dementor, and then it plucked up its courage and drove the second one away from Cousin Harry. Yes, that's what happened. "
Mrs. Figg's voice had gone a little limp again as she finished.
Mrs. Burns looked at Mrs. Figg in silence, and Fudge, without looking at her, fidgeted with his papers.
At last he raised his eyes and said, a little aggressively, "That's what you saw, isn't it?"
"That's what happened," repeated Mrs. Figg.
"Very well!" said Foggy. "You may go."
Mrs. Figg looked timidly at Foggy, at Dumbledore, and then rose and shuffled towards the door.
The door could be heard to slam shut behind her.
"An ignorant squib," said Foggy haughtily. "The witness is not very convincing."
"Oh, I don't think so!" Said Ms. Burns in her booming voice. "She gave a very accurate description of the power of the Dementors when they attacked, and I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there."
"Is that so? The Dementors ran into a Muggle Quarter and happened to meet a wizard? " Said Foggy contemptuously. "You don't really believe the story, do you? The chances of that must be so small that even Bargmann wouldn't bet on it …"
"I don't think any of us would believe that it was a coincidence that the Dementors were there," said Dumbledore softly.
Umrich, on Foggy's right, stirred slightly. Since Dumbledore had come in, her face had been shrouded in shadow again.
But the others were motionless and silent.
"What the devil do you mean?" asked Foggy coldly.
"I mean I think someone sent them," said Dumbledore.
"If someone had ordered two Dementors to swagger around the Little Whiz Quarter, we should have a record of it!" Foggy roared. "But no, we have nothing here."
"If these two Dementors have recently received orders from someone other than the Ministry of Magic, then not necessarily," said Dumbledore calmly. Dumbledore said quietly, "I have told you my views on the subject, Cornelius."
"Yes, you have!" Said Foggy forcefully. "And I have no reason to believe that your opinion isn't nonsense, Dumbledore. The Dementors are still strictly obeying our orders and staying in Azkaban. "
"Then …" said Dumbledore in a steady and clear voice. "We must ask ourselves why someone from the Ministry of Magic would order two Dementors to go to that alley on August 2nd?"
There was silence as soon as these words were said.
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