Dementors?

Harry's face suddenly turned a little pale. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He couldn't understand why the Dementors were in Muggle neighborhoods, and he couldn't understand why the Dementors had left Azkaban!

It's just that he doesn't have time to think about such a complicated problem at the moment, and the terrifying monster like the Dementor is not something that can be easily dismissed. Harry had fought Dementors in his third year, and although he had mastered the methods of fighting them, he was still a little scared when he faced them up close.

He hurriedly pulled out his wand and aimed it at the Dementor.

"Divine Guard!"

White energy was released from the tip of the wand, transforming into a white stag in midair, its horns flattened, and the Dementors were shoveled away.

After driving away the Dementors in front of him, Harry had time to look back, only to see Dudley lying motionless on the ground, and the Dementors were slowly falling, ready to kiss Dudley. Harry's face changed, and he hurriedly called out to the stag he had summoned.

With a quick whistling sound, the silver stag he had conjured ran past him. The dementor's eyeless face was less than an inch away from Dudley's, and when it was too late, the silver antlers stabbed it, picking it up and tossing it into the air. Like its companion, it fled, engulfed in darkness. The stag jogged to the end of the alley and disappeared into a puff of silver smoke.

The moon, the stars, and the street lamps suddenly shine again.

A warm breeze blew through the alley.

The rustling of leaves in the neighbor's garden and the earthly sound of cars on Magnolia Crescent Street filled the night sky again.

Harry stood motionless, all his senses throbbing to adjust to the sudden change. It took him a moment to realize that his t-shirt was stuck to his body and he was drenched in sweat.

He looked at Dudley.

Dudley was curled up on the ground, twitching and shivering. Harry bent down to see if Dudley could stand up. Just then, he heard heavy running footsteps behind him. Instinctively, he raised his wand again and turned sharply to face the newcomer.

Mrs. Fig, their odd-tempered old neighbor, appeared to them out of breath. Her gray hair was scattered from her hairnet, she had a tinkling mesh bag hanging from her wrist, and both feet were slipping out of the thick tartan slippers. Harry was about to hide his wand when he heard Mrs. Feig's angry words.

"Don't hide, silly boy!" She screamed, "What if there are still their people around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletsch! ”

"What?" Leigh asked, confused.

"He's out." Mrs. Feige wringed her hands and said, "Go and meet a man, and talk about a batch of cauldrons that have fallen from a broomstick!" I said to him, if he dared to go, I would skin him alive, and look at the present! Dementors! Thankfully, I called Kick Kick to give me a ventilating message! Heck, we don't have time to sit around here! Harry, we need to get you back! Oh, what a hassle that would be! I'm going to kill him!" ”

"But—" Harry was as surprised to learn that his eccentric, cat-loving old neighbor knew about the Dementors as he had just met two Dementors in the alley. "Y-you're a wizard?"

"I'm a Squib, and Mundungus knows everything, so how can I possibly help you chase away the Dementors? He ran away on his own, leaving you uncovered, and I warned him—"

"This Mondongues has been following me? Wait, it's him! He's apparitioned at my doorstep! ”

"yes, yes, yes, thankfully I arranged for Kick to hide under a car just in case, and Kick ran over and told me, but by the time I got to your house, you were gone. The results are now ...... What would Dumbledore say? ”

She shouted at the top of her voice.

"You know Dumbledore?" Harry asked, staring at her in surprise.

"Of course I know Dumbledore, who doesn't know Dumbledore? Hurry up, if they come back, I won't be of much help. I don't have much skills, I can't even deform a tea bag. She bent down and grabbed Dudley's fat arm with her crumpled hand and tugged at it hard.

"Stand up, you useless stupid big man. Stand up! ”

But Dudley didn't know whether he couldn't move or didn't want to move at all, he still lay on the ground, trembling, his face like ashes, and his mouth tightly closed.

"I'll do it." Harry grabbed Dudley's arm and tugged at him hard. It took a lot of effort for him to drag Dudley to his feet. Dudley seemed to faint at any moment, beads of sweat on his face, and his face was more pale than the skin of a wall. As soon as Harry let go of his hand, he shook as if he was about to fall.

"Let's go!" Mrs. Figg said anxiously.

Harry grabbed one of Dudley's thick arms, placed them on his shoulders, and dragged him forward. Dudley's weight weighed him down to the point where he couldn't straighten his waist. Mrs. Feige stumbled ahead of them, watching warily around the corner.

"Take your wand outside," she said to Harry as they walked into Wisteria Road, "and now don't worry about the Secrecy Act, you will inevitably be punished anyway, for a dragon is one death, and for an egg is one death." Speaking of the Law of Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards - which Dumbledore had been worried about - what was the junction? Oh, Mr. Prentis...... Don't put your wand away, kid, don't I keep telling you, I don't work! ”

It was not an easy task to hold the wand while dragging Dudley forward. Harry impatiently poked his cousin in the ribs, but Dudley seemed to have lost all hope for his own actions. He slumped over Harry's shoulders, two big feet dragging on the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a Squib before, Mrs. Feige?" Harry asked, not daring to stop, panting from exhaustion. "I've been to your house so many times - why don't you say a word?"

"Dumbledore told me to keep an eye on you, but I can't say anything, you were too young at the time. I'm sorry I upset you, Harry, but if the Dursleys think you like me, they'll never let you come again. It's not easy, you know...... But, well," she said sadly, once again clasping her hands together, "if Dumbledore hears about it...... How could Montungus leave, he should be on duty until midnight. Where did he go? How do I report this to Dumbledore? I'm not going to apparition. ”

"I have an owl that I can lend you." Harry snorted, suspecting that his spine was about to be crushed by Dudley.

"Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore needed to act as soon as possible, as the Ministry of Magic had its own way of detecting minors' use of magic, and they probably already knew about it, believe it or not. ”

"But I'm going to get rid of the Dementors, I'm going to have to use magic—they must be more concerned about why the Dementors are always floating around the Wisteria Road, aren't they?"

"Oh, my dear, I wish it was, but I'm afraid—Mondigus Fletsch, I'm going to kill you!"

With a piercing bang, a strong stench of tobacco and alcohol rose in the air, and a Humpty Dumpty man with a scruffy beard and a tattered coat suddenly appeared in front of them. Two short looped legs, long, messy ginger hair, and swollen and bloodshot eyes made him look as sad as a short-legged hound. He was still clutching a pack of silver in his hand, which Harry recognized as an invisibility cloak.

"What's wrong, Feige?" He asked, looking at Mrs. Figg, at Harry, and at Dudley, "Didn't you say you wouldn't reveal your identity?" ”

"you, don't reveal your identity!" Mrs. Figg exclaimed, "Dementors, you useless big liar who evades responsibility! ”

"Dementors?" Mundungus repeated, frightened, "Dementors, here?" ”

"That's right, right here, you good-for-nothing stinky, right here!" Mrs. Figg screamed, "The Dementors have attacked the child in your custody!" ”

"Oh my God," Mundungus cried softly, looking at Mrs. Figg, at Harry, and at Mrs. Figg, "my God, I—"

No matter how much he regretted it, it had happened, and the most important thing now was how to protect Harry.

Harry returned to the Dursleys, and Dudley's condition nearly scared the Dursleys unconscious.

They were crying and scolding, and Harry was bothered to get out of the place. But the successive letters made him have to stay at Dursley's house, but the conflict between him and Uncle Vernon has escalated, Vernon no longer seems to be afraid of Harry's magic, and Harry is also broken jars, anyway, he has now violated the rules of the Ministry of Magic, as Mrs. Feig said - "for a dragon is a death, for an egg is also a death", no matter how it is a death, he no longer cares.

After a heated argument, it seemed that the whole family was tired, and sitting in the living room, they actually began to discuss the things in the wizarding world, and Aunt Vernon asked questions, and Harry also answered one by one.

But when he said that "Voldemort" had returned, Uncle Vernon exploded. It was already his limit to let him adopt Harry, and now that he learned that there was a madman chasing Harry, he couldn't keep Harry at home anyway. But at this time, Harry's aunt, the woman named Penny, actually turned to Harry, this change was unexpected, Vernon Dursley had the intention to refuse, but his wife's attitude was very firm, and he decided to go along with his wife's decision.

As a result, Harry continued to live at the Dursleys.

But he couldn't calm down anymore, and his classmates, his friends, his godfather, everyone he knew wrote to him to stay at home, not to go out, not to do magic—as if he were dealing with a mischievous bear child.

He sent out many letters, no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get the answers he wanted, and he felt as if he had been abandoned, abandoned in a corner that no one knew.

"Why is this ......happening?"

Harry scratched his head in pain.

It's been three days, it's been three days, and it's been three full days since he sent Hathaway out three days ago, and told her to make sure that the recipient writes a reply long enough to even peck at the other person with his mouth if the situation allows. Hathaway hadn't returned, no other owls had come, no updated letters, and the wizarding world seemed to have been all hours away, as if his previous years had been a dream.

Harry spends the whole day in his bedroom, only going out when he goes to the bathroom. Three times a day, Aunt Petunia stuffed food into his room through the small trapdoor that Uncle Vernon had installed three years earlier in the summer.

There were times when Harry was restless and couldn't calm down to do anything at all, just pacing around the bedroom, angry that all of them had let him endure here. At other times he was completely listless, lying in bed all hours and hours with his eyes staring into the air in a daze, terrified at the thought of going to the Ministry of Magic for trial.

On the fourth night after Hedwig's departure, Harry was still listless, lying on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his tired brain almost blank, and even Aunt Vernon's family could not get any interest in him, he just lay there like a vegetative person, leaving the room dark.

Suddenly, he distinctly heard a commotion coming from the kitchen below.

He sat up and listened. The Dursleys couldn't have come back so soon, and he hadn't heard their car drive back.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then the sound of voice was heard.

"The thief," he thought, quietly got out of bed—but then it occurred to him that the thief would not dare to speak loudly, and that the man walking in the kitchen had apparently not lowered his voice.

He grabbed his wand from the bedside table and stood with his face against the bedroom door, listening intently. Then, with a click of the lock, the bedroom door slammed open, and he jumped in fright.

Harry stood motionless, looking through the open door at the dark landing and pricked up his ears to catch the movement, but heard no more sound. He hesitated for a moment, then hurried, silently, out of his room and into the staircase.

His heart jumped to his throat. Several people stood in the dimly lit foyer below, silhouettes reflected by the light of the streetlamps that peeked through the glass doors. There were eight or nine of them, and it seemed to Harry that they were all looking up at him.

"Long time no see, Harry."

A chuckling voice came, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the identity of the person who came.

Harry looked at it with a look of surprise on his face.

"Du Teng, I miss you to death!" (To be continued.) )