Chapter 792

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

He looked up and looked around. Street lights on the surrounding roads gave off a foggy light, illuminating the profile of a group of people passing through the park.

One of them was singing a bad song, and the others were laughing. The expensive car they were coasting on made a soft noise.

Harry knew who those people were. The man in front of him was undoubtedly his cousin, Dudley Dursley, coming home with his loyal gang.

Dudley was as fat as he used to be, but a year of hard dieting and a new approach made a big difference in his physique. Dudley recently became the heavyweight champion of the southeastern intercollegiate boxing competition, as Uncle Vernon happily told those who would listen to him. Uncle Vernon called it an aristocratic sport, which made Harry feel that Dudley looked more terrible than when he used to use Harry as a sling in his old school.

Harry wasn't afraid of Dudley. He just felt that Dudley worked very hard to learn boxing, not because of celebration or praise.

The children around them were afraid of Dudley - more than they were afraid of "Potter" - who, as they had been warned, was a boy sent to the Santa Bruce security center juvenile school.

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

"Look around," Harry thought to himself, "come on, look around. I'll sit here and try to hit me..."

But they didn't turn around, they didn't see him, they were almost at the railing. Harry stopped calling them. It was not a wise move to fight. He could not use magic. He would be fired again.

The voice of Dudley's gang disappeared. They walked to Mulan street and disappeared into sight.

Are you satisfied, Sirius, Harry thought, not rash action, obediently stay, and Sirius did the opposite before.

Harry stood up and stretched.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon felt that Dudley could go home whenever he came home, and that it was too late when he came home. Uncle Vernon threatened Harry that he would lock him up in the shed if he came home later than Dudley. So, with a dull yawn and still feeling glum, Harry walked to the park gate.

Mulan Road, like Privet Drive, was full of big, square houses with manicured meadows, owned by a tall, square man who drove a clean car like Uncle Vernon.

Harry preferred the night at little Wai King Road, when the curtain windows glowed like jewels in the dark, and they did not. As he walked through the house, some people thought he had broken into the house and muttered dissatisfaction.

He walked very fast, so on the half way of Mulan Road, he saw Dudley and his gang again. They said goodbye to each other at the entrance of Mulan crescent street.

Harry went into the shadow of a lilac tree and waited.

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

"It's a great hook." Peel said.

"How about this time tomorrow evening?" Dudley said.

"Come to my house. My parents are out." Said Gordon.

"See you then!" Dudley said.

"Goodbye. Dudley

"Goodbye, boss!"

Harry waited until everyone else had gone. When their voices faded again, he walked around the corner, walked quickly, and soon came close to Dudley Dudley is humming out of tune in a leisurely and complacent way. It's really bad enough. Don't he know that he has five notes?

"Hey, boss!"

Dudley turned around.

"Oh, it's you!" Dudley grunted, "how long have you been the boss?" Harry asked.

"Shut up!" Dudley growled and walked away.

"What a cool name!" Harry said, smiling as he walked behind his cousin, "to me, you'll always be" Darling "

" I said, shut up! " Dudley said his ham hand had become a fist. "Do those people know what your mother called you?"

"Shameless!"

"You don't say she's shameless. So I can call you darling Dudley or Dudley darling

Dudley didn't say anything. It seemed that he needed to put up with it to keep from beating Harry.

"And who are you fighting tonight?" Harry asked. His smile disappeared. "Another child of a few years old? You beat mark Elvin two days ago."

"He deserves it!" Dudley growled.

"Is it?"

"He insulted me!"

"Is it? He means you're like a pig taught to walk on hind legs? That's not an insult, Dudley, that's the truth Harry said helplessly, this is all in a summer vacation to teach him."A muscle in Dudley's jaw was shaking, which pleased Harry - he knew it made Dudley angry. He felt that the frustration he felt was being transmitted to his cousin through a straw - the only way he could vent.

They turned to the right on the narrow path where Harry first saw Sirius, a short cut intersection between Mulan moon street and Wisteria road.

It's empty and darker than the road he's connected to because there's no street light.

Their steps, surrounded by a garage on one side and a fence on the other, sound dull.

"Think of yourself as a strong man who can hide everything, right?" Said Dudley, pausing for a few seconds.

"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 don't think you can walk and talk? " He pulled out his wand and saw Dudley looking sideways.

"You can't!" Dudley immediately said, "I know the rules. If you do it, you'll be expelled from that weird school!"

"How do you know they haven't changed the law? Boss

"They didn't!" Dudley said, although he didn't sound sure. Harry laughed softly.

"You can't beat me without that thing, can you?" Dudley growled. "So you need four guys to stand behind you so you can knock down a kid of a few years old? Do you know what your boxing title is? How big is your opponent? Seven years old? Eight years old? "

"I knocked him out for 20 minutes. He's as heavy as you two! You wait for me to ask dad to take that thing out -- "

" you're running to dad again? Is his darling boxing champion afraid of Harry's dirty little wand

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

"This is the night, Dudley. This is what we call the night."

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

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

"What do you mean? Am I not brave enough to sleep Said Harry.

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

"I heard that last night," said Dudley, holding his breath. "You talk in your sleep. Moan again."

"What do you mean?" Said Harry, but a cold feeling jumped into his stomach. He dreamed about the cemetery again last night.

Dudley let out a shrill laugh, then pretended a high pitched whimper, "don't kill Cedric! Don't take him! Who is Cedric? Your boyfriend? "

"I -- you lie!" Harry said mechanically, but his mouth was dry. He knew Dudley wasn't lying. Did he hear anything else about Cedric?

"Dad, help me! dad! He's going to kill me! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Shut up Harry said quietly, "shut up! Dudley! I warn you

"Come and help me! dad! Come and help me! mom! That man took Cedric away! dad! Help me! He - don't you mean me? " Dudley leaned against the wall of the alley.

Harry pointed his wand at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel the 15 years of hatred for Dudley hitting every inch of his body - why didn't he hit Dudley now? Let Dudley crawl home like a bug? Make him speechless and grow insect tentacles?

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

"Point that thing at something else!"

"I said, do you understand?"

"Something else!"

"Do you understand?"

"Get that thing out of me -" said Dudley, panting in a strange trembling voice, as if he had been immersed in ice water. Something happened in the night sky. The stars in the indigo sky were suddenly painted black and lost their light - stars, moon, dim street lights at the end of the lane, the rumble of cars and the murmur of trees disappeared.

The mild night suddenly became sharp and cold. They were completely surrounded by an impenetrable, silent darkness, as if a huge hand had covered the whole lane with a thick cloak.

For a moment, Harry thought he had done some magic unintentionally, though he tried to restrain it. Then he realized that he was wrong. He had no ability to extinguish the stars. He turned his head to this way, and then to the other side. He wanted to see something, but the darkness seemed to cover his eyes with a thin veil.

Dudley's voice of fear came into Harry's ear. "You - what are you doing? Stop - stop

"I didn't do anything! shut up! Don't move

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

" I said shut up Harry stood still, turning his invisible eyes to the left and then to the right. The cold was so strong that his whole body was shaking. He had goose bumps on his arm. His hair was all up at the back of his neck. He opened his eyes to the largest extent and looked around in a daze, but he didn't see anything. It can't be - they can't be here - it can't be in Siu Wai Kim road. He listens nervously. He can hear them before he sees them"I - I'm going to tell Dad -" Dudley sobbed. "Where are you? What are you doing - "

" can't you shut up? " Harry hissed, "I'm trying to hear --"

but suddenly he was silent, and he heard what he was most worried about. There was something in the alley that didn't belong there. Something was giving out a long, hoarse, rattling breath. Harry felt a shaking of fear as if he were standing in the cold air.

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

"Dudley, shut up..."

Bang!

A fist hit Harry on the head, making him unsteady. He saw stars.

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

"You idiot! Dudley Cried Harry, his eyes full of tears from pain, and he crawled on the ground with his hands and knees. He heard Dudley run away clumsily, knock down the lane fence and fall.

"Dudley! Come back! You're running to that thing A scream of fear stopped Harry. At the same time, Harry felt the cold climb up his back, which can only prove one thing, more than one.

"Dudley! Shut up! No matter what you do! Shut up! Magic wand Harry grunted crazily, his hands crawling across the ground like spiders. "Where? Come on - flash

He said the mantra mechanically, and recklessly lit up what he was looking for - he thought it was incredible, the wand glowed a few inches in his right hand - and the wand head lit up.

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

His stomach was twisting. A towering, turban - bearing object was sliding towards him, hovering on the ground, not seeing the face or feet under the robe, coming over, sucking hungrily at night. Stumbling back, Harry raised his wand.

"Call on God to protect you!"

A small sliver of silver gas shot from the end of the wand. The Dementor slowed down, but the spell didn't work.

Stumbling, he retreats as Dementors approach him, and fear fills his brain - concentration! ——A pair of gray, sticky, gnarled hands came out from under the Dementor's robe, trying to reach him. A quick voice filled Harry's ears.

"Call on God to protect you!" His voice sounded faint and distant, and another little sliver of silver smoke - weaker than it had been - came out of the Wand - he could not do it, he could not make the spell work. There was a burst of laughter in his head, sharp, cold laughter, and he could smell the Dementor's rotten, deathly cold breath filling his lungs, and he was about to drown him - think - happy things - but there was no happiness in his head, the Dementor's cold fingers were tightening in his throat, the shrill sneers were getting louder and louder, his head "Bow to death, Harry - there may be no pain at all -I don't know ——I've never died... "

He will never see his friends again! Their faces suddenly appeared in his mind. He struggled to breathe, "hooray guard!"

A huge stag silver from his wand port, its antlers to the top of the Dementor's heart. The Dementor is knocked back and flies away like darkness. When the stag attacks again, the Dementor is repulsed, falls down, and runs away like a bat.

"This way!" Harry called to the stag. He ran down the alley and raised the lighted wand. "Dudley? Dudley? " He ran about a dozen steps to find them: Dudley fell on the ground bent, his hands covering his face. The second Dementor bent down, grabbed Dudley's wrist with his sticky hand, pulled them apart as if in love, and lowered his turban face to Dudley as if to kiss him.

"Catch it!" Harry roared. With a rapid roar, the silver stag he summoned quickly passed him. Just an inch from the Dementor's blind face, the antlers butted it, and the monster was lifted into the air. Then, like his companion, he flew away and disappeared from the night sky. The stag slowly ran to the end of the path and turned silver The smoke disappeared.

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