Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 550 Dudley Encounters a Dementor

"What are you crazy about?!"

Just as Harry was gripping his wand and looking out of the window vigilantly, a strong force came from his side, and he was thrown aside. Harry staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

"What are you crazy about?!"

Uncle Vernon repeated again, a pair of small eyes stared at Harry and the wand in his hand in horror and anger as if seeing something terrible.

Harry ignored him, got up from the ground, and then wanted to continue to go to the window, wanting to know what happened outside.

Because he was very familiar with that voice—it was the sound of someone Apparating, and he had heard it dozens or hundreds of times when Fish and Voldemort were fighting, so he would never admit it was wrong!
However, the position of the window was occupied by the huge figure of Uncle Vernon. At this time, he was making an ugly, lunatic smile, and greeted the neighbors who also poked their heads out because of the sound. .

"What a charming night!" Uncle Vernon said loudly, waving at Mrs. No. 7, who lived opposite and was staring out from behind the mesh curtains. "Did you hear the backfire of the car just now? Take me and Petunia I was taken aback!"

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head sideways, glared at Harry who was about to get closer, and growled through his teeth: "Put it away! Hurry up! Don't let others see it!"

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

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

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

Uncle Vernon's fat face quickly turned purple, and 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 backfiring, it's not a phantom... phantasy..."

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

Harry kindly explained, but in exchange for Aunt Petunia's shrill screams and Uncle Vernon's roar: "Don't say those words! I'm not interested in the tricks of you freaks!"

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, said in a low voice, then turned his head and walked out the door.

However, Uncle Vernon forcibly stopped in front of him.

"What are you trying to do?!" He glared at Harry sternly, his eyes occasionally glancing into Harry's wand pocket.

Of course Harry understood what Vernon was worried about. Neither he nor Aunt Paige wanted to have anything to do with wizards, nor did they want the neighbors to think of their family as weird.

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

"Don't say that word!" Uncle Vernon snapped loudly, and then watched Harry walk past him slowly in horror and anger.

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

So no matter how reluctant Vernon was, he still didn't dare to go forward to stop Harry, and could only watch helplessly as he opened the door and walked out.

As soon as Harry was out of the house, he picked up his pace, ran across the front lawn, stepped over the low garden wall, and strode out into the street, looking around.

His right hand was always in the pocket of his jeans, holding tightly to the wand in the pocket, in case a Death Eater jumped out at any time.

However, after Harry walked around the neighborhood for a long time and passed through several streets, he didn't find anything unusual, which made him start to waver.

Maybe it wasn't a magical sound at all, or maybe he was so eager to get the slightest contact signal from his world that he was fussed by something that was so ordinary.

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

A depressed, lost feeling came over Harry, and then the hopelessness that had been tormenting him all summer overwhelmed him again unexpectedly.

Compared to the current encounter where everything is kept in the dark, Harry would rather have a Death Eater or something else come and attack him, at least it would allow him to learn a little bit about the wizarding world, and Not like a headless chicken like now.

Harry wandered to the playground on Magnolia Road. The door here was locked, but he jumped through it easily and walked forward on the dry grass.

The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets, and Harry went to where the swings were, found a swing that Dudley and his friends hadn't had time to destroy, and sat on it, with one arm on the chain and a sad look in his eyes. Looking at the ground, all kinds of thoughts were churning in my heart.

There are worries about Voldemort, resentment towards Dumbledore, Sirius, and Ron, and more of the aggrieved feeling of being concealed by everyone.

Harry didn't know how long he sat on the swing until someone's voice interrupted his rambling thoughts.

It was Dudley Dursley and his friends, singing vulgar songs, talking about which kid they bullied again today, and laughing tiresomely.

They didn't notice Harry sitting on the swing, walking past the amusement park while talking and laughing.

This made Harry very disappointed. If they saw him, 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 helplessness was one of the few things Harry enjoyed here.

As the voices of Dudley's group faded away and the figures disappeared around the corner, Harry sighed in disappointment.

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

Moreover, the letter from Sirius also asked him not to act recklessly, but to keep himself safe...

Tsk, it was obvious that what he did had never had anything to do with keeping himself safe, which was one of the reasons why Harry felt so resentful.

Harry jumped off the swing and walked dejectedly towards the Dursleys'.

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

If Harry had returned after Dudley, he had no doubt that the two of them would have locked themselves out until the neighbors had been alarmed by his knocking, and would have opened the door to let them in, slandering them for being late as a "juvenile delinquent". go in by yourself.

If Fish hadn't threatened him back then, he would probably have been treated even more excessively.

Thinking of Fish, Harry sighed again, he was not as vague as the others, and Harry also believed that Maomao would not hide anything from himself.

but……

How difficult it was to get Fisch to write letters!
So far, he has only received the words "Happy Birthday Harry" from Maomao.

Soon, Harry caught up with Dudley and his friends, and he followed quietly. He waited for Dudley's companions to leave before walking forward.

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

"Oh," he turned around, frowning immediately when he saw Harry, "it's you."

Dudley muttered something, 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, asked with a smirk, "Since when did you become 'Brother D'?"

"Shut up!" shouted Dudley viciously, and picked up his pace again, heading home.

But Harry didn't want to let Dudley go. He also quickened his pace and continued to irritate his cousin with words. Seeing Dudley was furious but had to restrain himself desperately, Harry's originally depressed mood was relieved. The child is much more comfortable.

Dudley, who had already had enough experience in this matter, ignored Harry's chatter in his ears at all, and walked home quickly with a sullen head. He knew that as soon as he got home, Harry had to shut up.

Just when the two were about to reach the Dursley's house, something strange happened.

The star-strewn dark blue night sky suddenly became pitch black, without a trace of light—the stars, the moon, and the dim yellow street lamps at both ends of the alley all disappeared at once.The distant rumble of passing cars and the rustling of nearby leaves were also lost.

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.

A terrible name jumped out of Harry's mind -

Dementors!
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(End of this chapter)