Chapter 795

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

"I told you - they suck all the joy out of you," Harry said, "and if they had a chance, they would kiss you -"

"kiss you?" Uncle Vernon's eyes almost burst open. "Kiss you?"

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

Aunt Petunia let out a scream.

"His soul? They didn't - he still had him. "

Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's shoulder and shook it vigorously, as if to check that she could hear Dudley's soul shaking inside her body.

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

"So you beat them back, son?" Uncle Vernon said loudly, as if one were trying to pull the conversation back to the level he could understand. "You beat them one on two, son?"

"He can't fight Dementors one against two," Harry squeezed out of his clenched teeth.

"Then why is he OK?" Uncle Vernon growled, "why didn't he get sucked in?"

"Because I cast the patron's Curse -" Harry's chest heaved violently, which is not uncommon, but is particularly angry now.

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

"In the name of God," growled Uncle Vernon, pulling a bushy beard off his chin, a move he had not done for a long time. "I don't want to see owls here, I can't stand it anymore, I tell you!"

But Harry had taken a roll of parchment off the owl's leg. He was sure the letter was from Dumbledore, explaining everything - Dementors, Mrs. Figg, what the Ministry of magic was going to do, how he and Dumbledore should calm everything - but it was the first time in his life that he saw Sirius's handwriting in despair.

Pretending not to hear Uncle Vernon's complaint about the owl, and not seeing that as the owl flew back to the fireplace as he was nearest, a few moments later dust fell into Uncle Vernon's eyes, and Harry read Sirius' note.

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

And Harry's temper went up again.

Is there no one to say "well done" about his single defeat of two Dementors? Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius acted as if he was behaving badly and would not talk to him more 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 to be like this, boy, I don't -- "

" I can't stop the owl, "Harry snapped Sirius's letter in his fist.

"I need the truth of what happened tonight!" Uncle Vernon cried, "if Dementors hurt Dudley, will you be fired? You did that - you know, you admit it! "

Harry took a deep, steady breath. His head was hot again. And now the best thing he wants to do is get away from the kitchen.

"I killed Dementors with patron magic," Harry said, forcing himself to calm down again. "It's the only thing that can resist them."

"But what are Dementors doing in little Wai King Road?" Said Uncle Vernon, raising his voice.

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

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

"It's you," Uncle Vernon said sternly. "They're dealing with you, boy. I know that. Otherwise, why are they here? Why are they in the alleys? You are the only - the only - "

obviously, he can't get himself to say the word wizard. "The only - you know what I mean - you're the only one in a few miles. Oh, no, there's another, but they've moved."

"I don't know why they're here and, besides, Vaseline is in Egypt, 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 returned to work.

Why do Dementors come to Xiaowei Jinlu? Why did they just show up when Harry arrived in the alley? How are they transmitted? Has the Ministry lost control of Dementors? Or did they abandon Azkaban and join Voldemort, as Dumbledore had predicted?Van Lim has also said this before. Before leaving, Harry received letters from van Lin and Hermione, asking him to be as careful as possible during the holiday

"Are these Dementors guarding some freak's prison?" Asked Uncle Vernon, who interrupted Harry's thoughts.

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

"Oh! They're here to arrest you! " It was as triumphant as a man had come to an impregnable conclusion, exclaimed Uncle Vernon merrily. "Right, boy? You're breaking the law

"Of course I didn't," said Harry, shaking his head as if to get rid of a fly, and his mind was now at full speed. So why?

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

"Who is that man? Who must have sent them? "

"Voldemort," said Harry. Since he heard the magic wand, there was no such word as "the strong Wizard" in the history of magic.

"Voldemort, wait --" said Uncle Vernon, his face revived, and an expression of sudden enlightenment appeared in his pig eyes.

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

"the murderer of my parents, yes," Harry said dully.

"But he's gone," Uncle Vernon said impatiently, with no slightest sign that he felt it was a painful subject to discuss the murderers of Harry's parents.

"That's what the big guy said. He's gone."

"He has come back." Harry said heavily.

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

The Dementors' visit to little Wai King Road seems to have broken the huge, invisible partition between the non magical world of Privet Drive and the magical world.

Harry's two kinds of life seem to be in a way confused, everything seems to be upside down.

The Dursleys are asking for details about the magical world, but Mrs. Figg knows that Dumbledore, the Dementor, is flying in little Wai King Road, and that he may never return to Hogwarts.

Harry's head hurt even more.

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

At the same time, all of a sudden, for the first time in Harry's life, he was fully aware that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister; he could not say why it had such a strong impact on him at the moment; all he knew was that he was not the only one in the house who knew what Voldemort's return meant.

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

Aunt Petunia's wild camouflage runs through Harry's whole life - pretending that there is no magic, and there is no other world but Vernon's - and it all seems to be going away.

"Yes," Harry said directly to Aunt Petunia now. "He came back a month ago. I saw him. "

Aunt Petunia's hand felt for Dudley's leather coat shoulder and grabbed him.

"Wait," said Uncle Vernon. He looked at his wife, then at Harry, and then at his wife. Obviously, he was dizzy and confused by this extraordinary understanding, and it seemed that some change had taken place between them.

"Wait! You said Voldemort was back. "

"Yes."

"Is he the one who killed your parents?"

"Yes."

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

"It looks like this," said Harry.

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

"Great, then it's settled," he said, wrinkling the front of his shirt as he smoothed it. "Can you get out of this room, boy!"

"What?" Harry asked.

"You hear me - go away!" Uncle Vernon growled, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped up this time.

"Go away! Get out of here! I should have done that years ago! The owl used the house as a rest room. Ding exploded. More than half of the sofas were destroyed. Dudley's tail, the sign around the ceiling and the flying Ford car - roll! Get out of here! You did it all! You are the record of history! If there are some crazy people following you, you shouldn't stay here any more. You can't endanger my wife and children. You can't bring trouble to us. If you're going to follow the same path as your useless parents, I'll do it! Go awayHarry was frozen in place.

Letters from the Ministry of magic, Mr. Weasley and Sirius are now in his left hand.

Don't leave the house again. Whatever you do, don't leave your uncle's and aunt's house.

"You hear me Uncle Vernon leaned forward and his huge purple face was so close to Harry that Harry actually felt Uncle Vernon's saliva on his face.

"Go away! You were eager to leave half an hour ago! I was right behind you! Get out of the way and stop stepping on our front door! I don't know why we took you in when we first saw you. Marg was right. The place you should stay is the orphanage. We overestimate our strengths. We think we can get magic out of you. We think we can get you back to normal. But you're rotten from the beginning, and I've had enough of it - owl

The fifth owl fell from the chimney 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, which was wrapped in a red envelope, but the owl flew over his head and flew directly to Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream and squatted down quickly, embracing her head in her arms.

The owl dropped the letter directly on Aunt Petunia's head, turned and flew away from the chimney. Harry ran to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia hit him.

"You can open him if you like," said Harry, "but I can hear it anyway. It's a wizard roaring letter

"Let's get away from it, penny!" Cried Vernon.

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

"It was sent to me," said Aunt Petunia in a trembling voice. "It was sent to me, Vernon, you see! Mrs. Dursley penny in the kitchen at four Privet Drive She held her breath in terror.

The red envelope has started to smoke.

"Open it!" 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 burning. Aunt Petunia screamed and threw the letter away. A terrible sound filled the kitchen, echoing in this small space, from the burning letter on the table.

"Remember my last time, penny."

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

"What is this?" Uncle Vernon asked hoarsely, "what - what - no - Petunia?"

Aunt Petunia said nothing.

Dudley stares at his mother stupidly, mouth opening and closing.

A terrible silence hovered in the kitchen. Harry looked at his aunt, puzzled, and his head began to sting again.

"Penny, honey?" Uncle Vernon asked timidly, "Petunia?"

My aunt raised her head. Her body was still shaking. Her throat was swallowing.

"This child - this child has to stay here, Vernon," she said weakly.

"What?"

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

"He But penny. "

" if we get rid of him, the neighbors will talk about it. " She said. She soon returned to her usual brisk, boisterous manner, though still pale. "They'll ask embarrassing questions, they'll ask Harry where he's gone. We have to keep him. "

Uncle Vernon let out like an old tire. "But Petunia, dear -"

Aunt Petunia ignored him. She went straight to Harry.

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

"Who sent the wizard's roaring letter?"

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

"Do you have any contact with witches?" Asked Harry.

"I told you to go to bed!"

"What does that mean? Remember the last time what? "

"Go to bed!"

"What's next?"

"You must listen to your aunt, go to bed now!"

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