Harry didn't know exactly how long he had been sitting on the swing until a voice interrupted his musings.

He looked up. The foggy glow of the street lamps on the surrounding roads illuminates the silhouette of a group of people who are walking through the park.

One of them was singing a nasty song loudly, and the others were laughing. The expensive cars they were gliding made a soft sound.

Harry knew who those men were, and the man ahead of him was undoubtedly his cousin, Dudley Dursley, who was returning home in the company of his loyal gang.

Dudley was as fat as ever, but a year of hard dieting and a new approach made a huge difference in his physique. As Aunt Fennon happily told those who would listen to him, Dudley recently became the heavyweight champion of the Southeastern Intercollegiate Boxing Championship. Uncle Fernon called it an aristocratic sport, which made Harry think Dudley looked even more terrifying than when he used Harry as a boxing hangball at his old school.

It's not that Harry is afraid of Dudley, he just thinks that Dudley is trying so hard to learn boxing not because of celebration or praise.

The kids around were more scared of Dudley—than they were of "Potter"—they had been sternly warned, a boy sent to the juvenile delinquency school at the Santa Bruce Secure Center.

Harry watched the dark figure walk across the lawn, wondering who they were teaching tonight?

"Look around," Harry thought to himself, "Come on, look around, I'm sitting here, come and beat me ......"

But they didn't turn around, they didn't see him, they were almost at the railing. Harry stopped the idea of calling them, it was not a wise move to find a fight, he couldn't use magic, and he was in danger of being expelled.

The voices of Dudley's gang disappeared, and they, walking towards Mulan Street, disappeared from sight.

You're satisfied, Sirius, Harry thought sluggishly, without rash moves, obediently staying, the opposite of what Sirius had done before.

Harry stood up and stretched.

Aunt Petunia and Aunt Fernon thought it would be okay for Dudley to come home whenever he wanted, and it would be too late when he did. Uncle Fernon threatens Harry with locking him in the shack if he comes home later than Dudley, so, with a dull yawn, still sullen, Harry walks to the park door.

Mulan Road, like Privet Road, was full of big, square, well-manicured grassy houses, all owned by a tall, long, square man who drove a car as clean as Uncle Feinon's.

Harry preferred the evenings on Little Wai Kim Road, when the curtained windows glowed like jewels in the darkness, and at this time he did not muttered dissatisfaction as he walked past the occupants that someone thought he had trespassed.

He walked very fast, so halfway down Mulan Road he saw Dudley and his gang again, and they said goodbye to each other at the entrance of Mulan Crescent Street.

Harry walked over to the shadow of a lilac tree and waited.

"—he barks like a pig, doesn't he?" said Malcolm, making the others laugh.

"It's a great hook. Peel said.

"How's that time tomorrow night?" Dudley said.

"Come to my house, my parents are out. Gordon said.

"See you then!" Dudley said.

"Goodbye. Dudley!"

"Goodbye, Boss!"

Harry waited until everyone else was gone. When their voices had subsided again, he turned the corner and walked briskly, soon coming close to Dudley...... Dudley was humming a song out of tune at a leisurely pace, and it was hard enough to hear it, didn't he know that he was incomplete?

"Hey, Boss!"

Dudley turned.

"Oh, it's you!" Dudley grunted

"How long have you been the boss?" asked Harry.

"Shut up!" Dudley snarled and walked away.

"What a cool name!" Harry said, smiling as he walked behind his cousin, "You'll always be 'Heart's Strength for me'"

"I told you, shut up!" Dudley said, his ham-like hand clenched into a fist. "Do those people know what your mother calls you?"

"Shameless!"

"You wouldn't say she's shameless. So I can call you 'Heart and Liver Dudley' or 'Dudley Little Girl'?"

Dudley didn't say anything, and it seemed that he needed to put up with all his might to keep Harry from beating Harry.

"And who are you hitting tonight?" Harry asked, his smile gone. "Another kid a few years old said you beat up Mark Evan two days ago. ”

"He deserves it!" Dudley snarled.

"Really?"

"He insulted me!"

"Yes, did he mean you were like a pig who had been taught to walk on his hind legs? that wasn't an insult, Dudley, it was true!" said Harry, reluctantly, as Van Lin had taught him one summer in the summer.

A muscle in Dudley's jaw was shaking, much to Harry's satisfaction - he knew it made Dudley angry. He felt like the frustration he felt all over his body being channeled through a straw to his cousin - it was the only way he could vent.

They turned right onto the narrow path, where Harry had first seen Sirius, at the intersection of Mulan Moon Street and Wisteria Road.

It was empty and darker than the road he was connected to, because there were no street lights.

Their footsteps sounded dull surrounded by a garage on one side and a fence on the other.

"Think you're a strongman and you can hide everything, don't you?" Dudley said after a few seconds of pause.

"What's the matter?"

"The thing you want to hide. ”

Harry laughed again.

"It's not as stupid as you look, is it? Dudley? But I guess you can't talk while walking, can you?" he pulled out his wand and saw Dudley look to the side.

"You don't allow!" Dudley said immediately, "I know the rules, if you do you will be expelled from that weird school!"

"How do you know they didn't change the statutes, boss?"

"They didn't!" Dudley said, though he didn't sound sure. Harry chuckled softly.

"You can't take me down without that, can you?" Dudley growled. So you need four guys to stand behind you so you can take down a kid who's a few years old? Do you know what your boxing title is? How old is your opponent? 7 years old, 8 years old?"

"I knocked him unconscious for 20 minutes before he woke up. He's as heavy as the two of you! You're waiting for me to tell Daddy to take that thing out—"

"Going to Daddy again, could his good boxing champion be afraid of Harry's filthy little wand?"

"Not so brave at night, are you?" said Dudley, scoffing.

"This is the evening, Dudley, and this is what we call it night. ”

"I mean when you sleep!" Dudley snarled. He stopped, and so did Harry, looking at his cousin.

From Dudley's blurred face, he saw a strange expression of victory.

"What do you mean, aren't I brave enough to sleep?" said Harry.

"What do you think I'm afraid of? Pillow or what?"

"I heard it last night," Dudley said, holding his breath, "and you are talking in your sleep, and moaning again." ”

"What do you mean?" Harry said again, but a cold sensation jumped into his stomach. He dreamed of the cemetery again last night.

Dudley let out a shrill laugh, then feigned a high-pitched whimper, "Don't kill Cedric! Don't take him! Who's Sedric?

"I-you're lying!" Harry said mechanically, Dan's mouth was dry, he knew Dudley wasn't lying, did he hear anything else about Setrick?

"Daddy, save me!Daddy!He's going to kill me!Woo~~Woo~~" "Shut up!" Harry said calmly, "Shut up! Dudley!

"Come and save me!Daddy!Come and save me!Mom! The man took Cedric away!Daddy!save me!He—aren't you talking about me?" Dudley leaned against the wall of the alley.

Harry pointed his wand at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel the hatred of Dudley for 15 years crashing into every inch of his body - why didn't he give Dudley a blow now? Let Dudley be hapless enough to crawl home like a bug?

"Don't say that again!" Harry roared, "do you understand?"

"Point that thing to something else!"

"I said, do you understand?"

"Something else!"

"Do you understand?"

"Get that thing away from me—" Dudley said breathlessly, in a peculiarly trembling voice, as if he had been dipped in ice water. It was as if something had happened in the night sky, and the stars scattered across the indigo sky were suddenly painted black and lost their light - the stars, the moon, the dim street lamps at the end of the alley were gone, the rumbling of cars and the whispers of trees were gone.

The mild night suddenly turned to a stinging and sharp cold. They were completely enveloped by an impenetrable, silent darkness, as if a huge hand had completely covered the entire alley with a thick cloak.

For a moment, Harry thought he had inadvertently cast some magic again, though he tried to restrain himself. Then he realized that he was wrong, that he had no power to extinguish the stars, and he turned his head to one way and then the other, wanting to see something, but the darkness seemed to cast a light veil over his eyes.

Dudley's terrified voice reached Harry's ears, "Y-what are you doing? Stop-stop!"

"I didn't do anything! Shut up!

"I can't see anything! I'm blind! I-"

"I say shut up!" Harry stood quietly, turning his invisible eyes to the left and then to the right. The cold was so intense that he shivered all over, goosebumps got on his arms, hair stood on the back of his neck, and he opened his eyes to the fullest, looking around blankly, but seeing nothing. It couldn't be—they couldn't be here—it couldn't be in Xiaowei Jinlu, he listened nervously, and he could hear them before he saw them......

"I-I'm going to tell Daddy-" Dudley whimpered, "where are you? What are you doing-"

"Can't you just keep your mouth shut?" Harry hissed, "I'm trying to listen—"

But he was suddenly silent, and he heard what he feared most. There was something in the alley that didn't belong there, something was emitting long, hoarse, clicking breaths, and Harry felt himself shake with fear, as if he were shivering in the cold air.

"Stop-stop!Stop!!I'll hit you!I swear I will!"

"Dudley, close the ......"

Table tennis!

A fist slammed into Harry's head, unsteady on his feet. He had stars in his eyes.

For the second time in an hour, Harry felt his head split in half, and the next, he felt like he had fallen to the ground and his wand was out of his hand.

"You idiot, Dudley!" Harry cried, his eyes filled with tears from pain, and he crawled on his hands and knees. He heard Dudley run away awkwardly, knocking down the alley fence and falling.

"Dudley, come back! you're running to that thing!" a scream of fear made Harry's footsteps stop. At the same time, Harry felt the cold creep up on his back, which only proved one thing, more than one.

"Dudley, shut your mouth, whatever you do!keep your mouth shut! Wand!" Harry grunted wildly, his hands running over the ground like spiders, "Where? Hurry up—fluorescent flickering!"

He mechanically uttered incantations, desperately illuminating what he was looking for,—— and to his incredible findings, his wand glowing a few inches of his right hand—the head of the wand lit up.

Harry grabbed it and staggered to his feet and looked around.

His stomach churned. A tall, turbaned thing was sliding toward him, hovering on the ground, no face or feet visible under the robes, sucking hungrily in the night as it came. Stumbling back, Harry raised his wand.

"Divine Guard!"

A small wisp of silver gas shot out of the wand and slowed the Dementor down, but the spell didn't quite work.

Stumbling, he stepped back as the Dementors approached him, fear filling his brain—concentrating on —— pair of gray, slimy, pimpled hands reaching out from under the Dementors' robes, trying to reach him A rapid sound filled Harry's ears.

"Divine Protection!" his voice sounded faint and distant, and another small wisp of silver smoke - fainter than just before - floated out of his wand,—— he couldn't do it, he couldn't make the spell work. There was a loud laugh in his head, a snarky, cold laugh, he could smell the dementors rotting, deathly cold breaths filling his lungs, almost drowning him—think—happy things—but there was no joy in his head, the dementors' cold fingers had tightened in his throat, the shrill sneer grew louder, and a voice in his head said, "Bow to death, Harry—maybe no pain at all...... I don't know—I ......never died......"

He couldn't see his friends anymore! Their faces suddenly popped into his mind, and he struggled to breathe, "Divine Guard!!"

A large stag spewed silver out of his wand port, its antlers heading towards the Dementor's heart, and the Dementor was knocked backwards and floated away like darkness, and when the stag attacked again, the Dementor was knocked back, fell down, and fled like a bat.

"Over here!" Harry called out to the stag as he ran down the alley and raised his lighted wand, "Dudley, Dudley?" and he ran almost a dozen steps to find them: Dudley fell to the ground bent and ground, his hands covering his face. The second Dementor bent down, grabbed Dudley's wrist with his slimy hand, and pulled them away as if he loved them, lowering his hooded face to Dudley as if to kiss him.

"Catch it!" Harry roared, and with a rapid roar, the silver stag he summoned scurried past him, and just as the Dementor's eyeless face was an inch away, the antlers caught it, and the monster was pushed into the air, and then, like his companions, he flew away and disappeared from the night sky, and the stag slowly ran to the end of the path, and then vanished into silver smoke.