Chapter 548： Dudley encounters a Dementor

Latest URL: "What are you doing crazy?!"

Just as Harry clenched his wand and looked warily out of the window, a force came from his side and pushed him aside. Harry staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

"What are you doing crazy?!"

Uncle Vernon repeated, his small eyes staring at Harry and the wand in his hand with horror and anger, as if seeing something terrible.

Harry ignored him, a Gulu got up from the ground, and then wanted to continue to lean towards the window, wanting to know what was going on outside.

Because he was very familiar with that voice - it was the sound of someone Apparating. When Fish and Voldemort were fighting, he had heard it dozens of times, so he would never admit it wrong!

The window, however, was occupied by Uncle Vernon's gigantic body, and he was throwing an ugly, madman-like grin, greeting his neighbors, who had also stuck their heads out from the sound. .

"What a charming night!" cried Uncle Vernon, waving to Mrs. 7, who lived across the street and was staring out from behind the mesh curtains. "Did you hear the car backfire just now? Shocked!"

Immediately after, he turned his head to the side, stared at Harry who was about to get closer, and roared through his teeth: "Put it away! Hurry up! Don't let people see it!"

Harry hesitated, put his wand back in his pocket, and craned his neck out the window.

"Let me see! That's the sound of someone Apparating!"

Hearing Harry's words, Aunt Petunia, who was already nervous, immediately screamed in panic.

And Uncle Vernon's fat face quickly turned purple, he pushed Harry away again, and quickly closed the window.

"There's nothing out there! You little lunatic! That's the sound of a car backfire, it's not a phantom... phantom..."

"Apparition, one of the ways many wizards use to move quickly."

Harry explained kindly, only for Aunt Petunia's harsher screams and Uncle Vernon's roar: "Don't say those words! I'm not interested in your geek tricks!"

His refusal to accept reality reminded Harry of Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Harry lost interest in explaining to the two of them, he said gruffly, then turned his head and walked out the door.

Uncle Vernon, however, forcibly stopped him.

"What are you trying to do?!" He glared at Harry sternly, glancing at Harry's wand pocket from time to time.

Harry of course understood what Vernon was worried about, and neither he nor Aunt Paige wanted anything to do with wizards, nor did they want the neighbors to see their family as weirdos.

"Don't worry, I'm just going out for a walk." Although he was very anxious, Harry tried his best to pretend to be casual. "You should know that we can't use magic in front of you at will."

"Don't say that word!" yelled Uncle Vernon loudly, then watched in horror as Harry languished past him.

If possible, he wanted to lock Harry up and forbid him to go out, but he was worried that the cat-eared boy would come to the door, and he also heard that Harry had a murderer godfather from prison two years ago. escaped.

So no matter how reluctant Vernon was, he still didn't dare to step forward to stop Harry, he could only watch the other side open the door and walk out.

As soon as Harry walked out of the door, he quickened his pace. He ran across the grass in front of the door, over the low wall of the garden, strode out into the street, and looked around.

He kept his right hand in the pocket of his jeans, holding the wand in his pocket tightly in case a Death Eater jumped out at any moment.

However, after walking around the neighborhood for a long time and crossing several streets, he didn't find anything unusual, which made him start to shake.

Maybe it wasn't a magical voice at all, maybe he was so desperate for a contact signal from his world that he was made a fuss by some very ordinary voice.

Was he sure it wasn't the sound of something smashing in the neighbor's house? Or as Uncle Vernon put it, just the sound of a car backfired.

There was a feeling of frustration and loss in Harry, and then the despair that had tormented him all summer suddenly overwhelmed him again.

Harry would rather have some Death Eater or something come and attack him than the current situation where everything is kept in the dark, at least it will give him a little understanding of the wizarding world, and Not like a headless fly like it is now.

Harry wandered to the playground at Magnolia Road, where the door was locked, but he jumped over easily and walked on the parched grass.

The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets, and Harry came to the place where the swing was, found a swing that Dudley and his friends had not had time to destroy, and sat on it, one arm on a chain, his eyes gloomy. Looking at the ground, all sorts of thoughts swirled in my heart.

There are worries about Voldemort, resentment for Dumbledore, Sirius, Ron, and more, the kind of suffocation that everyone hides the truth.

Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting on the swing until someone's voice interrupted his tumultuous thoughts.

It was Dudley Dursley and his friends, singing vulgar songs, talking about which kid was bullied again today, and giggling annoyingly.

They didn't spot Harry sitting on the swing, talking and laughing as they walked past the amusement park.

This disappointed Harry, and if they saw themselves, they would definitely come to trouble him, so what would Dudley do? He certainly didn't want to lose face in front of his friends, but he didn't dare to provoke Harry...

Watching Dudley torn, taunting him, admiring his inability to resist was one of Harry's few pleasures here.

Harry sighed in disappointment as the voices of Dudley's group faded and the figures turned the corner and disappeared.

It is impossible for him to take the initiative to provoke Dudley, because if he was bullied by them, he would be forgiven for using magic. If he took the initiative to provoke him, it would be difficult to explain to the school and the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, Sirius' letter also asked him not to act recklessly and to keep his own feet...

Tsk, it's clear that what he's doing has never had anything to do with keeping himself safe, which is one of the reasons why Harry is so resentful.

Harry jumped off the swing and walked towards the Dursleys house, head down.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to think that when Dudley showed up was the time to go home, and if it was after that, it was too late.

If Harry went back after Dudley, he had no doubt that the two of them would shut themselves out until their knock on the door alerted the neighbors, slandering them as a "juvenile delinquent" for coming home late, while opening the door. Go in by yourself.

Had it not been for Fish's initial threat, he would have been treated even more severely.

Harry sighed again at the thought of Fish, who didn't say anything to himself like the others, and Harry believed that Cats wouldn't hide anything from him.

but…

It's so hard to get Phish to write!

So far, he has only received the words "Happy Birthday Harry" written by Cat Cat.

Soon Harry caught up with Dudley and his friends, and he followed quietly, stepping forward when Dudley's comrades had all left.

"Hey, Brother D!" Harry called out to Dudley.

"Oh," he turned back, frowning immediately upon seeing Harry, "it's you."

Dudley grumbled, then quickened his pace. He didn't want to talk to Harry, and he didn't dare to do anything to Harry when there was no one else around.

Harry hurried two steps, came to Dudley's side, and asked with a smirk, "When did you become 'Brother D'?"

"Shut up!" Dudley growled viciously, before picking up his pace again and heading home.

But Harry didn't want to let Dudley go. He also quickened his pace and continued to stimulate his cousin with words. Seeing the other party's anger but having to try his best to restrain himself, Harry's originally depressed mood was relieved. Child is much more comfortable.

Dudley, who already had plenty of experience with this, ignored Harry's chatter in his ear and walked quickly home with his head sullen. He knew that as soon as he got home, Harry would have to shut up.

Just as the two were about to arrive at the Dursleys' house, something strange happened.

The dark blue night sky sprinkled with stars suddenly turned pitch black, without a trace of light—the stars, the moon, and the dimly lit street lights at both ends of the alley all disappeared at once. The rumble of cars driving by in the distance and the rustling of leaves nearby were also inaudible.

What had been a mild and pleasant night suddenly turned bitterly cold. They were enveloped in an impenetrable, deep, silent darkness, as if a giant hand covered the alley with a thick, icy curtain so that they could not see anything. UU reading

A horrible name jumped out of Harry's mind—

Dementors!

…

?Recommended ticket??Monthly ticket?

－－－－－－off topic－－－－－

In the community, I met a big orange with a relative. I don’t know if it was raised by someone or a wild cat, so I just licked it. After returning, Zhongyuan was angry and refused to pay attention to me.

But when I bought cat strips and cans for it last time, I also bought some dried spring fish, which I kept away from Zhongyuan. This time I took it out, and the effect was outstanding. In the end, I didn't want to be obediently licked by me. . (?`?′?)

…

Thanks Yanziyz for the reward.

7017k