A puff of silver smoke came out of the wand's head, and the Dementor's movements slowed down, but the spell didn't quite work, and Harry stumbled under his feet and took two steps back when he saw the Dementor coming at him, panic blurring his brain.

"Shhh

A pair of slimy, crusted hands reached out from the Dementor's robes to grab him, and the sound of rustling filled Harry's ears.

The silver mist shrouded in light, and Harry saw the black shadow that had just jumped off the ground, and it was the pit viper, it was the pit viper, Harry subconsciously wanted to scream out, but his throat seemed to be locked, and he could only watch the pit viper crash into the Dementor's robes.

"No—" Harry's voice was vague and distant, "Whew...... Calling the Gods to Protect ......"

Another puff of silver smoke, even weaker than before, erupted from the wand's head—there was nothing he could do, he couldn't recite the incantation.

The Dementor in front of him shook strangely twice, and he didn't even continue to reach out to grab Harry, Harry thought it must be the relationship between the desperate pit viper, but behind the Dementor, another pair of corrupt, cold hands, stretched out towards Harry, there were two Dementors!

"What's going on——! What's going on——!? Dudley was curled up on the ground, his hands clasping Harry's ankles, and Harry could feel his cousin shivering with a sob.

The dementor's cold fingers were about to grab his throat, and Harry's head rang out with laughter, a high-pitched, piercing laugh...... The rancid, deathly, cold breath of the Dementors filled his lungs, suffocating him - think about something...... Happy thing......

But Harry no longer felt the slightest joy in his heart, all his happiness was taken away by the Dementors in front of him, and the high-pitched, piercing laughter grew louder and louder, and a voice in his head spoke: "Surrender to death...... Harry...... There wasn't even any pain......"

"Boy, what are you doing in a daze!" However, a hoarse, low roar woke Harry from his pain, the sound was somewhat familiar, it belonged to the pit viper, Harry came back to his senses in a trance, he gasped desperately, and saw a black shadow leap over and wrap itself around the hooded head of the Dementor.

Harry was stunned to see that the Dementors before him had no idea what was happening, and were retreating again and again, weightless like the night around him, but he didn't run away, and after standing still, he walked towards Harry again.

"Do something, wizard—you're a wizard, aren't you? There's always a way to deal with this guy! ”

Yes, I should do something, the pit viper's words woke Harry up.

Death...... Happy...... If I die...... They never saw Ron and Hermione again...... I'll never see the Godfather again......

"Divine Guard!"

A large silver stag erupted from Harry's wand head, two antlers stabbed straight into the heart of the Dementors—

"Get rid of it!" Harry shouted, and with a quick whistling sound, the silver stag he had conjured ran past him, and the silver antlers pierced the Dementor's heart, picking it up and throwing it into the air, as if wounded, and fled, engulfed in darkness.

"There's another one in the back!" The pit viper's hoarse voice echoed through the darkness, "I know—" Harry shouted at the stag:

"Backwards, go - catch it!"

Without hesitation, the stag slammed into the Dementor further behind, and its antlers stabbed the Dementor with unmistakable accuracy, stumbling backwards, dodging to the side like a bat, and then, like his companion, vanished into the darkness and fled in a hurry.

The moon, the stars, and the street lamps suddenly shone brightly again, a warm breeze blew through the alleys, and the rustling of leaves came from the trees on either side, and the earthly sound of cars on Magnolia Crescent Street filled the night sky again.

"They ran away—"

The rope-like thing climbed up Harry's legs, past his waist, his arms, and back on his shoulders, the slippery and cold touch against his neck, but it didn't disgust Harry as much as he had before, the snake saved his life, perhaps for the first time in his life, Harry was glad that he was a parseltongue.

"I should thank you......" Harry stood motionless, muttering words he couldn't hear clearly, all his senses beating to adjust to the sudden change in the moment, his T-shirt glued to his body, his whole body soaked in sweat.

"You can call me Poole," the pit viper hissed, probably a squirting sound to the average person, "so what are you going to do now, young wizard?" ”

"My name is Harry......" replied mechanically, if anyone saw a boy curling his tongue and making a "hissing" sound like a snake language, it would be creepy, of course, Harry couldn't take care of this for the time being, he couldn't believe what had just happened, the Dementors were here, in Little Whinging.

"I want to ...... I'm going to go back first......"

The lonely street was still empty, except for Dudley, who was still sobbing at his feet, only the pit viper on his shoulder was a living thing, the snake was supposed to be a cold-blooded animal, but at this moment Harry felt a little warmth.

Look, what happened to you? In Little Whinging, attacked by Dementors - if this wasn't Voldemort's conspiracy, Harry was the first to believe it.

He felt more aggrieved and sad than ever, he was obviously on the front line, obviously Voldemort's first target, look, even the Dementors came to attack him, but he was kept in the dark by everyone, they wouldn't tell him anything, could it be, he- Harry? Potter, is he just a pawn in the hearts of these grown-ups? Are they in control? Manipulating yourself?

No, you're crazy?

Harry vetoed himself for the first time, at least Sirius wouldn't think so, he was his godfather, and Mrs. Weasley wouldn't think so, she treated herself like her own, as for Dumbledore-

Harry hesitated for a moment, hesitating and never being able to give himself a clear answer in his mind, Dumbledore hadn't spoken to him for a long time since Voldemort's resurrection, not even a letter......

"Hey, wizard, wake up, where are we going now? Or can you get this fat man under your feet to stop wailing? Those nasty guys will be called back by his screams. ”

Harry came back to his senses in a daze again, he felt cold all over his body inexplicably, just now, he was attacked by the Dementors, but the world seemed to have really abandoned him, no one cared about him, no one came to greet him, he could only hold his arms tightly, as if this could warm himself.

"Uh...... We're going to ...... first. Go back ......" hesitated, Harry couldn't speak, he didn't want to call the Dursleys' house home, and in an instant, it seemed as if he had lost everything at once, not even a home.

His eyes were hot, there was a feeling of wetness/run, and Harry couldn't tell what it was for, maybe it was grievance, maybe it was an indescribable sense of abandonment, he was thinking about Hermione, Ron, and Sirius to summon the Patronus, but were they thinking about him at the moment? Or are they happily living their lives?

Thinking of this, Harry's loneliness intensified, and the pit viper curled his neck with his tail, as if trying to warm him, but a cold-blooded animal like a snake could only convey a burst of coolness.

"Then let's go, it's not completely safe yet."

Harry nodded, at least, at least he wasn't without gains, he seemed to have met a good friend because of his special talents, Poole?

He bent down and grabbed Dadli's arm and tugged at it, but he didn't know if he couldn't move, or if he didn't want to move at all, or he was lying on the ground, shivering, his face was like ashes, his mouth was tightly closed, and Harry tried hard to pull Dadli while communicating with the pit viper on his shoulder, which was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye

"How can you deal with the Dementors...... Poole? …… And there are names...... I mean to offend, but you don't know...... That's ...... for us."

"So you don't know the animal world," the pit viper said in a calm voice, and Harry was a little fascinated by the feeling of talking in a parseltongue, "I've lived a long time, so I know more...... It's like a human ...... The knowledge of the elderly will be enriched......"

"So you can tell I'm a wizard at a glance?"

"Yes...... I've seen quite a few people like you...... You think it's cleverly hidden, and you're going to cast magic on different other aliens......"

"Stand up, oh my God, hurry up Dudley! Do you want to wait for those two guys to come back......" Harry managed to drag Dudley to his feet, Dudley seemed to pass out at any moment, his little eyes rolling in their sockets, and when he turned his head to see the pit viper on Harry's shoulder, he shook and looked like he was about to fall.

"Snake ...... Snake...... There are snakes......"

"Let's go—" Harry dragged Dudley and put a huge arm on his shoulder, Dudley's weight weighed him down to his waist, and he could only distract himself by talking to Poole so that he could forget what a heavy chunk he was dragging.

"So you're not afraid of Dementors?"

"It's not that I'm not afraid," said the pit viper's cold voice without the slightest emotion, but the more Harry listened, the more pleasant it became, and he was almost suffocated by the fact that he had found someone willing to talk to him about these things.

"This ugly thing, the darkest and most filthy, they live in despair and decay, except that the effect is much less for wild beasts, especially cold-blooded snakes like me."

"So it still has an impact on you."

"Of course, I've lived so long, and I've already gained wisdom and emotions that are different from those of beasts, but I'm not as easy as you humans are—"

"By what?"

Harry raised his wand upwards, there weren't many street lights in the wasteland outside the playground, and he had to use a fluorescent charm to illuminate it, Dudley seemed to be completely incapacitated, slumping on Harry's shoulder on the other side, his two big feet dragging on the ground.

"Taken away—" The pit viper said coldly, "because it is not easy to come by, it will be more carefully protected and will not be easily sucked by these ugly fellows." ”

Harry nodded, he still didn't quite understand what Poole meant, but he didn't intend to delve into this point, after fighting off two Dementors and chatting with a pit viper for so long, Harry actually felt that his mood had somehow improved, at least, he was in contact with that world again, didn't he?

But it wasn't long before he was so tired that he could barely walk, and he made his way through the cold Magnolia Street, turning a corner, and Harry could barely remember how he had moved to Privet Road, where the shadow of Number 4 Privet Road was already visible in the dark streets.

He tugged on the half-conscious Dudley, and continued to stagger forward, adjusting Dudley, who was slumped on his shoulders, and dragging his heavy footsteps, Harry slowly walked down the garden path at No. 4 Privet Road.

The lights were on in the living room, and Harry reinserted his wand into the belt of his jeans, thought about it, and suddenly remembered and said:

"Uh, Poole- you need to hide first-I-"

"I know." The pit viper spat out the letter faintly, disappearing over Harry's shoulder in the blink of an eye like an earthworm, as Harry felt a cold touch in his stomach, apparently Poole hiding in his clothes.

"Well, well, I mean...... That's actually not bad...... It's summer......"

Harry muttered as he rang the doorbell, and Aunt Petunia's figure grew larger, refracted strangely by the wavy glass on the front door.

Harry rubbed his forehead, he could imagine how screaming Dudley would be when she saw it, and even make people want to plug their ears in advance.

***

As Harry waited anxiously for his aunt to open the door, two blocks away from the Dursleys at 4 Privet Road, in a cabbage-smelling house, a tall witch was walking up and down the house with a pair of high heels.

There were two people lying on the ground, as if they had fainted, one was younger, looked dignified and elegant, fell to the ground, the green shawl slipped from his shoulders to the ground, and the tall witch gently bent down and picked up a wand on the ground.

"Tsk, it seems to be usable-"

She swiped through the air, bursting into a puff of colorful smoke, smiling wickedly, and looked at an old lady in the other corner of the room, surrounded by several cats of different colors, with gray hair, wrapped in a hairnet, and her slippers on her feet being bitten by a cat.

The tall witch sat down on the couch by the window, and thrust her wand down her chest, and muttered to herself as she looked out at the dark streets

"I don't know if Helbo has approached the boy," she said, licking her tongue, picking up the half-brewed green tea on the coffee table in front of her, sniffing it carefully, and then as if she was very uncomfortable with the taste, she put it back again, with a look of disgust on her face.

"Really, I can't even drink water properly, what kind of era is this."