Chapter 793

The moon, stars, and streetlights suddenly returned to real life. A warm breeze blew through the alleys, trees in the nearby garden rustled, and the rumble of cars on Mulan street in the ordinary world filled the air.

Harry stood still, and all his feelings were shaking as he was suddenly brought back to the real world. After a while, he found that his shirt was completely stuck to him - he was soaked in sweat.

He can't believe what happened just now. The Dementors are here, in xiaowai Jinlu!

I can't believe it, but even if I don't believe my eyes, his wand won't cheat him. Oh, of course, and this pig

Dudley lay curled on the ground, sobbing and shaking. Harry was bending down to see if he could stand on his own, but suddenly Harry heard a loud, rapid step behind him.

Harry subconsciously raised his wand again, crossing Dudley's heel and facing the visitor.

That's Mrs. Figg, their old eccentric neighbor.

Mrs. Figg appeared panting. Her gray hair was ripping from her hairnet. There was a jingle of string shopping bags on her wrist. Her feet were only half covered in her Plaid carpet slippers. Harry quickly put away his wand, but

"Don't put it away! Silly boy She screamed, "what if they're still around? Oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletcher! "

"What do you say?" Harry was in a daze.

"He's gone," said Mrs. Figg with both hands. "He left to see a man who had dropped a set of crucibles from the back of a broom! I told him that if he left, I would skin him alive. Now look what happened! Dementors! Fortunately this time, I brought Mr. Tibbs into this incident! But we still don't have time to look around! Now, Harry, we're going to take you home! Oh, this trouble shouldn't have happened! I'm going to kill him! "

"But -" for Harry, the old lady neighbor who found out that his crazy cat lover knew what Dementors were, which shocked Harry almost as much as he met two Dementors in the alley.

"You - you are - you are a witch?" Harry could hardly believe what he said.

"As Mundungus fully understands, I'm a squib, so how can you imagine that I'm capable of helping you repel Dementors? But when I warned him, he left you unwisely -- "

" Mundungus has been following me? " Harry said in disbelief.

"Aha - it's him! He made such a noise in front of my house

"Yes! yes! yes! But fortunately, just in case, I had Mr. Tibbs stand under a car, and Mr. Tibbs did come to warn me, but by the time I went to your house, you had left - and now - Oh! What will Dumbledore say? "

"You She yelled at Dudley, who was still lying on his back in the alley, "get your fat ass off the ground, come on!"

"Do you know Dumbledore?" Harry was staring at Mrs. Figge, and the message was not to be taken aback.

"Of course I know Dumbledore, and who doesn't know Dumbledore? But now come on - if they come back, there's nothing I can do about it. I've never made it into a tea bag. Frankly, I can't even get the wand's recognition... "

This is a sad topic. Just like Mr. filch, as a squib, they have the ability to face those magical creatures like witches, but they can't store half of the magic power in their bodies. The innate magic is dissolved in flesh and blood, and the subtle sense can't even light up even the simplest magic wand

"Sorry..." Harry is aware of the damage that some topics have done to a wizard, like Mr. filch, who has lost his nerve.

"It doesn't matter, son. I've been used to it for a long time. Moreover, I can see many different things. Although it's not friendly to me, my cognition is clearer than that of ordinary people. No wizard would willingly stay in Muggle forever, but I don't think it's bad. At least, no one will target a squib, and continuously Accumulating magic allows me to experience a little bit in a very short time, before they dissipate... "

"But let's get out of here." Said Mrs. Figg.

She stopped and tugged at Dudley's fat arm with her thin hand.

"Get up, you useless fool, get up!"

But Dudley was neither able nor willing to stand up. He lay on the ground, trembling, pale, and lips closed.

"Oh, I'll do it!" Harry grabbed Dudley's arm and lifted it up.

Although Harry can't be regarded as malnourished because of school, at most he is thin, but Dudley's name is not for nothing. It's a long established thing. Together with van LinAfter a lot of hard work, he tried to get Dudley to lift his feet, but Dudley still looked unconscious. His little eyes rolled in their sockets, and his face was covered with sweat; when Harry let himself go, his body dangled dangerously.

"Hurry up!" Cried Mrs. Figg hysterically. Harry put one of Dudley's fat arms on his shoulder and dragged him to the street. Under Dudley's weight, Harry's shoulders drooped slightly.

Mrs. Figg staggered in front of them, nervously watching the corner of the street.

"Pull out your wand!" As they entered Wisteria Road, she said to Harry, "don't worry about secrecy now. (the Secrecy Act is a law made by the Ministry of magic to prohibit the use of magic in Muggle areas). We will be severely punished in any case. We may be hanged by a dragon like an asshole. Talk about that sensible minor witchcraft restriction: that's what Dumbledore is worried about - where is the end of the street? Oh, that's Mr. prentice. Don't put your wand down, boy! Don't let me tell you all the time that I can't use magic, OK

It's not easy to hold the wand steadily while dragging Dudley. Harry impatiently bumps his cousin Dudley in the ribs, but Dudley seems to have lost all the desire to act independently.

He collapsed on Harry's shoulders, his huge feet trailing on the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me you're a squib, Mrs. Figg?" Harry gasped as he struggled to walk. "When I'm in your house - why don't you say anything?"

"Dumbledore's order. I have to watch over you, but I can't tell you anything. You're too young. I'm sorry to give you such a miserable time, Harry! But if the Dursleys think you like me here, they won't let you come again. You know, it's not easy, but, oh! Look what I've said Once again, her palms were sweating and she cried sadly, "when Dumbledore heard this - how could Mundungus leave, until midnight he was supposed to be on duty - where was he? How can I tell Dumbledore what happened? I can't get in touch. "

"I have an owl, and you can borrow it." Harry groaned, astonished that his back could bear the weight of Dudley.

"Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore wants to move as soon as possible. The Ministry of magic has its own channel to detect the magic of minors. They already know it now. You must believe me

"But I got rid of Dementors, and I had to use magic - they should be more worried about what Dementors are doing wandering Wisteria Road, right? Hermione said, "Dementors can't leave Azkaban..."

"Oh, my dear, I wish that was the case, but I'm afraid - Mundungus Fletcher, I'm going to kill you!"

When a man in a tattered coat suddenly appeared in front of them, there was a loud crash, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of wine mixed with the smell of rotten tobacco.

The man had short, round legs, long, loose yellow hair, and bloodshot, loose eyes, all of which made him look like a short legged hound, with a sombre look. He also held on to a small silver bag, which Harry immediately recognized as an invisible cloak.

"Good morning? Feig. " He looked at Mrs. Figg, Harry and Dudley for the first time, and then said. "What happened during my secret activities?"

"To hell with your secret activities!" Mrs. Figg called out, "Dementors appear, you useless thief to be killed!"

"Dementors?" Mundungus was stunned, and he repeated, "do you mean Dementors?"

"Yes, right here, you're a worthless, lame spy, right here!" Mrs. Figg screamed. "Under your watch, the Dementors attacked the child!"

"Oh," replied Mundungus weakly, seeing Harry from Mrs. Figge, and then looking back, "Oh, I --"

"are you selling those stolen crucibles again! Didn't I tell you not to go? Do I - "

" I also know that I -- "Mundungus looks very uncomfortable." it, it's really a good business opportunity. Look -- "

Mrs. Figge lifted the bag wrapped around her arm and threw it on Mundungus's face. The string of the bag wrapped around Mundungus's neck. Judging from the jingling of the bag, it should be contained in it It's full of cat food.

"Ouch - take it away - take it away, you crazy old bat! Somebody will tell Dumbledore about it! "

"Yes - they have already done it!" Mrs. Figg yelled, throwing colorful cat food at every part of montungues she could reach. "And - preferably you - you can tell Dumbledore why you didn't rescue there!""Keep your head up!" Said Mundungus, holding his hand over his head and retreating, "I'm on my way! I'm on my way And then with another huge shattering sound, he disappeared.

"I wish Dumbledore would kill him!" Now, come here, Harry. What are you waiting for

Harry decided not to waste the rest of his strength to point out that he could hardly move under the weight of Dudley. He lifted Dudley, who was half unconscious, and made him lean forward.

"I'll take you to the door," said Mrs. Figg as they turned into Privet Drive. "Just in case there are more Dementors around, oh! My God, it's a disaster, and you have to fight them back on your own, and Dumbledore said, we should do whatever we can to protect you from magic, OK! I don't think it's time to worry about small things, but the cats are pranking now

"So," Harry gasped, "has Dumbledore been following me?"

"Of course Yes, "said Mrs. Figg, obviously impatient." do you think he'll let you hang around after the June incident? Well, son, they told me it was wise and right to keep you here, "Mrs. Figg said as they arrived at number four." I hope someone will get in touch with you soon. It's only half the time now... "

"What are you going to do now?" Harry asked quickly.

"I'll go straight home," replied Mrs. Figg, who was shaking as she gazed at the dark streets around her. "I need to wait for more, just, just stay at home until then. Good night

"Wait, don't go now! I want to know -- "but Mrs. Figg has trotted away all the way, her slippers rattling, and her string bag jingling.

"Wait!" Harry yelled after her. He had a million questions to ask anyone who had contact with Professor Dumbledore: but in a few seconds, Mrs. Figge was engulfed in darkness.

Harry, with a wry face, reoriented Dudley's shoulder so that they moved slowly and painfully to the garden path at 4 Privet Drive. The light in the living room is still on.

Harry tucked his wand back into his jeans belt, rang the doorbell and watched Aunt Petunia's silhouette grow bigger and weirdly twisted into the frosted glass of the door.

"Dudley! It's time, too. I'm getting very, very - Dudley, what's going on

Harry looked at Dudley next to him and jumped out of Dudley's arm in time.

Dudley shook in place, his face black and white, and then he opened his mouth and spit all over the door.

"Dudley! Dudley! What happened? Vernon! Vernon Harry's uncle came out of the bedroom in high spirits. His drooping moustache was blown from the left to the right. When he was excited, he always seemed to be like this.

He hurried forward to help Aunt Petunia get Dudley, who was flabby, into the room without stepping on the disgusting vomit on the floor.

"He's sick, Vernon!"

"How do you feel, son? What happened? Did Mrs. polks give you some kind of foreign tea? "

"Why are you covered in dirt, my dear? Have you ever fallen to the ground? "

"Wait - is your face OK, son?" Aunt Petunia screamed.

"Call the police, Vernon! Call the police! Dudley, honey, talk to mom! What did they do to you? "

Throughout the chaos, no one noticed Harry, and it suited him.

He wanted to sneak in before Uncle Vernon slammed the door. When Dudley moved his noise show from the living room to the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and quietly upstairs.

"Who did it, son? Tell us the name. We'll get him. Don't worry. "

"Quiet! What does he want to say, Vernon! What happened, Dudley? Tell mom

When Dudley recovered his voice, Harry stepped right at the bottom of the stairs.

"It's him."

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