"But what are Dementors," Uncle Vernon asked furiously, "what can they do?"

"I told you—they suck all the pleasure out of you," Harry said, "and they'll kiss you if they have the chance—"

"Kiss you?" Uncle Vernon's eyes almost burst, "Kiss you?"

"That's what they call it when they suck the soul out of your mouth. ”

Aunt Petunia let out a scream.

"His soul? they didn't do it—he still has his—"

Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's shoulders and shook them violently, as if to check that she could hear Dudley's soul shaking inside her.

"Of course they didn't suck Dudley's soul, and if they did, you'll know. Harry was enraged.

"And you fought them off, son?" said Uncle Vernon in a loud voice, as if one was trying to bring the conversation back to a level he could understand. "Defeat them one-on-two, is that you, son?"

"There's no way he's going to be one-on-two against the Dementors," Harry squeezed through his clenched teeth.

"Then why is he all right?" snarled Uncle Vernon, "why hasn't he been emptied?"

"Because I cast the Patronus Charm—" Harry's chest heaved violently, and while such things were not uncommon, he was especially angry right now.

With a click, a flapping of wings, and a drop of dust, the fourth owl flew out of the kitchen fireplace.

"Swear in God's name," snarled Uncle Vernon, a large bush of beard pulled from his chin, a gesture he hadn't done in a long time. "I don't want to see owls here, I can't tolerate it anymore, I tell you!"

But Harry had taken a roll of parchment from the owl's leg. He was sure that the letter had been sent by Dumbledore, and it explained everything—the Dementors, Mrs. Figg, what the Ministry was going to do, how he and Dumbledore were supposed to calm everything—but for the first time in his life, he had been disappointed to see Sirius's handwriting.

Pretending not to hear Uncle Vernon's complaint about the owl, and not seeing that the dust had quickly fallen into Uncle Vernon's eyes since he was closest to the owl when it flew back to the fireplace, Harry read Sirius's note.

Arthur has told us everything that happened. Whatever you're going to do, don't leave that house again. Harry found that their response to what had happened tonight was so inadequate, so he closed the parchment and began to search for the rest of the letter, but there was nothing.

And Harry's temper rose again.

Didn't anyone say "good job" about his defeat of two Dementors alone? Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius acted as if he was misbehaving, and would not talk to him until they were sure of the damage he had caused.

"A peck mark, I mean the owl pecked here and flew out of my house. I don't want that, boy, I'm not-"

"I can't stop the owl from entering," Harry squeezed Sirius's letter into his fist.

"I need the truth about what happened tonight!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon, "If the Dementors had hurt Dudley, would you have been expelled? You did that- you know, you confessed!"

Harry took a long, deep, steady breath. His head was hot again. The last thing he wanted to do now was get out of the kitchen and away from the Dursleys.

"I killed the Dementors with Patronus magic," Harry said as he forced himself to regain his composure, "and that's the only thing that can resist them." ”

"But what are the Dementors doing on Little Wai Golden Road?" said Uncle Vernon, raising his voice.

"Can't tell you," Harry said tiredly. "Because I don't know either. "His head is now full of stars.

Harry's anger faded. Harry felt dehydrated and exhausted. The Dursleys were staring at him.

"It's you," said Uncle Vernon sternly, "they're dealing with you, boy, I know." Why else would they be here? Why would they be in the alley? You're the only - the only - the only - "

Obviously, he couldn't get himself to say the word wizard. "The only one—you know what I mean—you're the only one within a few miles radius, oh, not the other, but they've moved away. ”

"I don't know why they're here, and besides, Vanlin is in Egypt, and it has nothing to do with him. Harry tried not to think about it, but because of Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted brain was back at work.

Why did the Dementors come to the Little Wai Golden Road, why did they appear just as soon as Harry arrived in the alley, how did they get teleported? Did the Ministry of Magic lose control of the Dementors, or did they abandon Azkaban and join Voldemort's camp, as Dumbledore had predicted?

Van Lin had also spoken about this before, and when he was leaving, Harry received a letter from Van Lin and Hermione, telling him to be as careful as possible during the holidays......

"Are these Dementors guarding some kind of weirdo prison?" asked Uncle Vernon, his words interrupting Harry's thoughts.

"Yes," Harry said. If his head stops aching, if he can get out of the kitchen and go back to his dark bedroom to continue thinking......

"Oh, they're here to arrest you!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon merrily, as if a man had come to an unassailable conclusion. "Isn't that right, boy, you've broken the law!"

"Of course I didn't," said Harry, shaking his head as if trying to chase away a fly, his mind now running at full speed. So why?

"That man must have sent them," Harry said calmly, meaning far more to himself than to Uncle Vernon.

"Who is that person? Someone must have sent them?"

"Voldemort," Harry said. He didn't think the Dursleys were strong, they cowered at the words wizard, magic, or wand, but they didn't tremble at the name of the most evil wizard of all time.

"Voldemort, wait—" Uncle Vernon said, his face perishing again, and a look of realisation appeared in his pig-like eyes.

"I've heard that name before, and that person is—"

"The murderer of my parents, yes," said Harimon.

"But he's gone," Uncle Vernon said impatiently, without the slightest indication that he found it a painful subject to discuss the murderers of Harry's parents.

"That's what the big guy said, he's gone. ”

"He's back. Harry said heavily.

It was a strange feeling to stand in Aunt Penny's over-cleaned kitchen, next to a tall refrigerator and a big-screen TV, while calmly discussing Voldemort with Uncle Vernon.

The Dementor visit to Xiao Wai Jin Road seems to have broken the huge, invisible wall between the non-magical world and the magical world of Privet Road.

Harry's two lives seemed to be chaotic in a way, and everything seemed to be turned upside down.

While the Dursleys are asking for details about the wizarding world, Mrs. Figg learns that Dumbledore and the Dementors are soaring over the Golden Road, and that he may never return to Hogwarts.

Harry's head hurt even more.

"Coming back?" Aunt Petunia asked softly. She looked at Harry as if she had never seen Harry before.

And suddenly, for the first time in Harry's life, he was fully aware that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister, he couldn't say why it had hit him so hard at the moment, and all he knew was that in this house, he wasn't the only one who knew what Voldemort's return meant.

Aunt Penny had never seen Harry like this in her life. Her huge, pale eyes (how different they were) were not narrowed by disgust or anger, they were magnified by fear.

Aunt Petunia's furious disguise ran through Harry's entire life—pretending that magic didn't exist, and that there was no other world than the world in which Vernon lived—and it all seemed to be gone.

"Yes," Harry spoke directly to Aunt Penny now, "he came back a month ago. I saw him. ”

Aunt Penny's hand fumbled with Dudley's shoulder in his leather coat and grabbed him.

"Wait," said Uncle Vernon, as he looked at his wife and then Harry, and then at her, and it was clear that he was dizzy and confused by the strange understanding, and it seemed that some kind of change had taken place between them.

"Wait! You said Voldemort had returned. ”

"Yes. ”

"He's the one who killed your parents?"

"Yes. ”

"And now he's sending the Dementors behind you. ”

"It looks like that," Harry said.

"I see," said Uncle Vernon, looking at his pale wife and then at Harry, and then putting on his trousers. He looked emotionally pumped, his huge purple face stretching in front of Harry's eyes.

"Very well, then the matter is settled," he said, the front of his shirt wrinkled as he smoothed it, "Can you get out of this house, boy!"

"What?" asked Harry.

"You heard me say—get out!" growled Uncle Vernon, and this time even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped.

"Get out! Get out! I should have done this all those years ago! The owl used the house as a lounge, Ding exploded, more than half of the sofas were destroyed, Dudley's tail, the markings around the ceiling, and the flying Ford sedan - get out! Get out! You're all done! You're a record of history! If some madman comes after you, you shouldn't be here, you can't endanger my wife and children, you can't bring trouble to us. If you're going to walk the same path as your useless parents, I'm going to have to do it!

Harry froze in place.

The letters from the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Weasley, and Sirius were now pinched in his left hand.

Don't leave this house again, and don't leave your uncle and aunt's house no matter what you do.

"You heard me say!" Uncle Vernon leaned forward, his huge purple face so close to Harry that Harry actually felt that Uncle Vernon's saliva would reach his face.

"Fuck off! You were so eager to leave half an hour ago! I was right behind you! Fuck off, don't set foot on our door again! I don't know why we took you in when we first saw you, Margo was right, the place you should have been in was an orphanage. We overestimate our strengths, think we can drive magic out of you, think we can get you back to normal, but you're rotten from the start, and I'm fed up - owls!"

The fifth owl fell out of the chimney, and it fell so fast that it actually hit the ground before it could fly again, making a sharp and painful cry.

Harry raised his hand to grab the letter, it was wrapped in a red envelope, but the owl flew over his head and flew straight at Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream and crouched down quickly, clasping her head with her arms.

The owl threw the letter directly at Aunt Penny's head, turned and flew away from the chimney. Harry raced over to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia hit him.

"You can open him if you want," Harry said, "but I can hear it anyway." It was a wizard yelling letters. ”

"Let's stay away from it, Penny!" called Vernon.

"Don't touch it, it's dangerous!"

"It's for me," said Aunt Petunia in a trembling voice, "it's for me, Vernon, look! Mrs. Dursley Penny in the kitchen at No. 4 Privet Road!" she held her breath in horror.

The red envelope has begun to smoke.

"Turn it on!" Harry urged. "If you don't open it quickly, it can do anything!"

"No!" Aunt Petunia's hands trembled. She looked around the kitchen for an escape route, but it was too late—the envelope was already burning. Aunt Penny screamed and threw away the letter. A terrible voice filled the kitchen, echoing through the small space, coming from the burning letter on the table.

"Remember my last time, Penny. ”

Aunt Petunia looked very weak. She slumped in the chair next to Dudley, burying her face in her hands. The rest of the letter burned to ashes in silence.

"What is this?" Uncle Vernon asked hoarsely, "What-what-not-Penny?"

Aunt Penny didn't say anything.

Dudley stared at his mom stupidly, his mouth open and closed.

A terrible silence swirled in the kitchen. Harry looked at his aunt, bewildered, his head stinging again.

"Penny, dear?" Uncle Vernon asked timidly, "Pie-Penny?"

Auntie looked up. Her body was still shaking. Her throat was swallowing.

"This kid—this kid must stay here, Vernon," she said weakly.

"W-what?"

"He's just staying here," said Aunt Petunia, her eyes not looking at Harry. She moved again.

He ...... But Penny. “

"If we sweep him away, the neighbors will talk about it. She said. She quickly reverted to her usual brisk, noisy demeanor, though her face remained pale. "They'd ask embarrassing questions, they'd ask where Harry had gone. We must keep him. ”

Uncle Vernon was deflated like an old tire. "But Penny, dear—"

Aunt Petunia ignored him. She walked straight to Harry.

"You have to stay in your room," she said, "and you don't leave the house." Now go to bed. But Harry didn't move.

"Who sent that wizard's shouting letter?"

"Don't ask questions," Aunt Petunia snapped.

"Are you still in touch with wizards?" asked Harry.

"I'll tell you to!"

"What does that mean, remember what was the last time?"

"!"

"What's next?"

"You have to listen to Auntie, go to bed now!"