chapter 6 consequences

Table participants look, towards Ewart, with some interest, they would expect the spy, would give information about something relevant, recruitment progress in the ministry or something useful like Aurors strategies, but the idiot comes to the dark lord, talk over something as insignificant as rituals, everyone expected to see what punishment the young man would receive.

Voldemort "Mr. Graves, the ministry is desperate, and has started using rituals, any threats?" he said calmly as he walked towards the young newcomer placing his hand on his shoulder in a gentle way, as if greeting an old friend.

Ewart Graves "That wasn't it my Lord" replies in a frightened voice.

Voldemort "Could you please cut to the chase, you know I hate wasting time" he says in a compassionate tone as he caresses Ewart's face.

Ewart breathes heavily "Hump, during monitoring, today we had a supposed emergency, even I was surprised because there wasn't even a scheduled attack in that region..." He answered as best he could looking into Voldemort's red eyes.

Voldemort "continue" showing a little interest.

Ewart Graves "when we arrived at the scene, we discovered that it was not an attack on my Lord" his body was shaking and he could feel something entering his mind bypassing his defenses.

Voldemort " Yeah... you found the..." prompts the servant to speak while using legilimency on him.

Ewart Graves "we arrived at the scene, and found the remains of a black magic ritual" feeling his head ache as if it were going to explode.

Voldemort "Did you catch the one performing the ritual?" he encourages you to say while gently searching your mind.

Ewart Graves "unfortunately not, when we arrived everything was already over, and the person in charge had already left" his only wish was that it ended soon.

Voldemort "The Ministry always incompetent" says in a mocking tone ending the legilimency.

The results of his little inspection into Ewart's mind left him a little interested, remnants of runes that even he himself couldn't recognize but what surprised him was the dense magical energy, mixed with something else, something much darker, darker and more vile, than the respective Black Magic accepted by magicians.

Voldemort "you did well, you did Ewart Graves.. accio" summons a small bag with a quick accio, handing it to Ewart.

Like a good and magnanimous lord, he should reward his subjects well.

Ewart, on the other hand, is very pleased and quickly puts away his present.

That would require a more thorough investigation, but personally he had more important things to do.

Voldemort "Rabastan you take some of the death eaters and investigate the area, it's…" Another thought crosses his mind.

Rabastan Lestrange, a thin, nervous-looking man replies "It will be done my lord" responds promptly knowing that nothing else would be acceptable.

Voldemort "We have to give a "Gift" to our idle Auror friends" he says expressing a dangerous laugh.

As it had been a while since the last attack.

Voldemort "When it's over, I want you to organize a Game within 5 days" his look was meaningful, as he heard those present clap their hands and give excited shouts, they would have another hunt.

....

On a cloudy and dark night in the male dormitory wing, children aged around 9 years old were sleeping soundly, the rooms were divided in a way to be shared between 5 boys, so it was normal for them to develop deep friendship, or small gangs of troublemakers .

Vincent looks over to where his precious prey is, these in particular are a very naughty bunch, their antics are about to get out of control.

They tie a classmate's hair to the chair in a terrible blind knot once, another time they take a little frog and put it in another poor boy's pants, Bullying peers is just the beginning, sometimes they jump over the wall to bully all the kids in the neighborhood., its "criminal records" are extensive, but it's smart enough to get away with light punishments.

After hearing complaints from the ladies about how out of control they are, I decided out of kindness to give them a few dream therapy sessions.

David Flynn, 8 years old, the gang's leader and main instigator, will be my first victim today.

In the form of astral smoke, I approached my victim slowly, he was sleeping with the face of a naughty boy, his dreams smelled of fun and malice, without wasting a second of precious time he enters his dreams.

The scene soon unfolds in front of me, in a small playground, 5 children who smile and make fun of a small 7 year old girl, they physically pester her by surrounding her in a circle formed by the 5 bullies, pushes, hair pulls and sang "Ana face like a pudding, Ana has a face like a pudding…"

David mostly seems to enjoy the situation very much.

Vincent watched for some time, deciding what kind of nightmare he would use for this treatment.

They say the best method to develop empathy is to put yourself in the other's shoes, I think this will do, a mass of energy slowly comes out and change the dream, just small changes.

The sky that used to be blue and with a bright and cheerful sun, now looked reddish, and the sun looked bloody, if someone looked at the sun too much, they would start to hallucinate, seeing a sun smiling evilly.

David was no longer in his body, in fact he now became the girl, but he didn't have time to understand the changes in his body, around his friends now looked much bigger, they were laughing derisively as he approached him.

The violence started again, but the pace was more intense, before it was just slightly light push, now we have kicks, punches, violent stomping, the formerly childish curses, became personal offenses.

"you are alone, who will help you, you are so useless, even your parents abandoned you" all shouted in loud mocking tones.

He stayed, like that for hours until they walked away, leaving him alone full of bruises, as he looked up at the sun, which mocked him, as if his misery was its amusement.

After getting enough essence without it affecting him physically, I leave the dreams leaving him in his VIP Hell.

Approaching another victim, if David was the planner and mastermind, Louis Fisher would be the executor, he had an explosive personality, and had respect for nothing and no one, except David, a bully, his dreams reeked of violence, and incitement.

The scene of his dream was as I expected of him, he was in a ring, and he was boxing against another child, the fight was intense but he was winning.

For his nightmare, I had him suspended in the air tied to a tall tree, wearing a straitjacket and gagged, beneath him monks and a wise man, preached tediously on Peace and non-violence.

Other 3 boys were just followers, for their nightmare, they were on top of the bed with the lights off, under the bed a reddish light came out, and arms with hands tried to grab and pull them, the hands had in their palms mouths, which repeated everything they did bad and that's why they deserved to be taken.

After being satisfied, I decided to finish their rehabilitation session and go back to my well-deserved rest.

but before

Slowly approaching Rose, the one in charge of taking care of the nursery at night, he found herself sleeping, and again it seemed like she was having a nightmare.

Quickly entered her dreams, the scenery this time is a city at night, she is running from the same gray wolf as always, she looks desperate, I quickly deal with the nightmare, and give her a good dream.

This is very strange, she has this recurring dream, since my first day at the orphanage, ' in my investigations I could notice some points, the first thing was that the wolf was a part of her as if it were another personality trapped in her subconscious self he could also feel a kind of curse that affected his body and soul'.

'My theory is that she is a squib, that she has the maledictus curse related to wolves, but thanks to her magic being very weak she is still fine, and her only concern is the nightmares and attacks of her other hidden personality in dreams.'

'This is something to investigate further later when I have more resources' after finishing all the day's business quickly go back to his body and call it a day, but not before checking out the day's essence gains.

'Please appear' invokes the book

Quickly checked and confirmed 311 essences, with the passive gain and nightmares, the speed of accumulating essence had gone to another level.

After closing the book, he lays down on his bed for his well deserved rest