I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Harry swore he had never felt so powerful.

Dudley, that big fat man, was almost half of his body close to him, and the weight of his whole body was on him, making Harry's teeth chatter.

Although he didn't like Dudley, he didn't want to watch him die.

The weird black silk thread just now made him feel uncomfortable all over. That feeling seemed to drag him into a bottomless abyss.

A kind of soul-spirited fear welled up, and it made Harry very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the sound of heavy running footsteps came.

Startled, Harry instinctively raised his wand and turned sharply to face that direction.

Dudley was picked up by the strength and fell straight down.

He thought it was the person in the darkness who came out, but it turned out to be unexpected.

Mrs. Figg, the eccentric old neighbor.

She emerged before them, breathless, her gray hair falling out of a hairnet, and a mesh bag jingling around her wrist.

Harry subconsciously tried to hide his wand.

"Don't hide, silly boy!" Mrs. Figg was heard screaming. "What if there's any of them around? Oh, I've got to kill Mundungus Fletcher!"

"What?" asked Harry, confused. He didn't know Mundungus Fletcher at all.

If he'd been to Knockturn Alley, he'd know it.

The guy who counts for a Knut.

"He left!" Mrs. Fig said angrily. "He said he felt a frightened look, and that coward ran away in fright. It was obviously just a guess."

"And now, Dementor! Good thing I got Kick to tip me off, oops, we don't have time to stand around here, Harry, we gotta get you back, I gotta kill Mundungus !"

"But..." The eccentric Mrs. Figg, who likes to keep cats, knows about dementors. Harry is as surprised by this as he was when he met two dementors just now. "Are you a wizard?"

Harry suddenly thought of the black thread just now, and asked in surprise, "It was you just now?"

"I'm a squib, Mundungus knows everything, how can I help you drive away the dementors?" Mrs. Figg shook her head, "He ran away by himself, leaving you without cover, and I reminded him .”

"This Mundungus has been following me the whole time? Wait, Apparate?" Harry recalled the loud noise and suddenly understood.

"Yeah, it's a good thing I arranged for Kick to hide under a car, and it's a good thing that John Wick didn't feed him too much." Mrs. Figg screamed, "But when I got to your house you were gone." Go, oh, what would Dumbledore say?"

Saying that, Mrs. Figg told Dudley to get up quickly in dissatisfaction.

Harry didn't expect Mrs. Figg to know Dumbledore, and he subconsciously ignored John's name.

"Of course I know Dumbledore. Who doesn't know Dumbledore?" said Mrs. Figg. "Leave quickly. I can't help them when they come back."

She urged Harry to leave.

Harry was frightened by the black silk thread, took Dudley, and hurried back towards the Dursleys' house.

On the way back, Mrs. Figg told him not to put away his wand.

I didn't care about the "Secrecy Act". Anyway, if you use magic, you will be punished. The most important thing is to protect your life.

Harry was curious about Mrs. Figg, he was panting from exhaustion, "Why didn't you tell me before that you were a Squib? I have been to your house so many times, why didn't you say a word."

He felt like he didn't know anything, not even that his neighbor was a Squib.

How many things are there that I don't know?

Mrs. Figg felt sorry for Harry, but Dumbledore had told him to just take care of Harry, and she couldn't say anything else.

She also had to act like she didn't like Harry, afraid that the Dursleys would never let Harry come to her house again.

At the end, Mrs. Figg mentioned Mundungus again, "That coward, he promised Dumbledore to be on duty, where did he go, how should I report this to Dumbledore?"

She couldn't apparate, and was struggling with it.

Harry offered to lend her his own owl for the debriefing.

At the same time, Harry also knew that the black silk thread was not made by Mrs. Figg, nor was it that Mundungus, so who was it?

Just as he was thinking like this, there was an ear-piercing explosion, and Mundungus finally dared to come back.

Mrs. Feige wanted to kill this coward at that time. Mundungus said with a bitter face, "You don't know how terrible that man is. If he sees him, he will kill me!"

"Dementor, Harry met a dementor! You useless coward!" There was a can of cat food in the mesh bag, and Mundungus yelled when it hit him.

He didn't dare to say anything: "Dementor? Why did it appear here?"

He covered his head with his arms and said, "I'm glad nothing happened to Harry, you solved it?"

"No, it's not me." Harry looked at the guy who appeared suddenly, it should be Mundungus, and he said depressedly: "Someone is there, I don't know who it is."

This time, Mrs. Figg didn't care about beating anyone.

She urged Harry to hurry back, and Mundungus hurried off to tell Dumbledore.

After arriving at Privet Drive, Mrs. Figg didn't intend to follow Harry anymore. She had to wait for the next order, so she went home.

Harry was left with Dudley, and walked slowly towards the Dursleys' house.

He didn't notice that in the unlit attic of Wick's house, a pair of eyes were watching him.

"It's really a baby."

John stood at the window, his expression indifferent.

Dumbledore really cared about Harry, and almost arranged his life from childhood to adulthood.

Such a life, I don't know whether it is enviable or pitiful.

"You self-righteous guy, do you think you can arrange everything?"

Looking at the direction in which Mundungus left, John had a sneer on his lips.

"Mundungus, I have treated you well."

Usually, I just turned a blind eye to Mundungus' behavior.

At that time, I felt that I needed to reassure Dumbledore.

But now, I don't want anyone to put a nail in Johnny Silver Hands.

During this period of time, he has had people take over a lot of Mundungus' work, step by step.

Mundungus thought that he was valued, so he simply became the shopkeeper and came out to work for Dumbledore when he had time.

As everyone knows, it was a cool breeze one meter away from the edge of the cliff, and the next step was to be kicked out of Johnny the Silver Hand.

"I treat you well, but it's a pity that you don't know how to be grateful."

John didn't understand. If Dumbledore was really nice to Mundungus, he wouldn't have lived in poverty until he met John.

With Dumbledore's power and prestige, it couldn't be easier to give Mundungus a decent job, or does it mean that Mundungus doesn't like work?

It was I who gave Mundungus all this, a comfortable house, countless gallons, and the power to show off his might.

So much can't be exchanged for the allegiance of Mundungus?

People are really cheap, and he readily accepts good things to him. A word from Dumbledore is enough to make him go back.

"Don't want it if you don't want it."

John saw an owl flying towards the Dursleys' house, and looked at it with excitement.

Harry was using magic outside of school, and John wanted to see how Dumbledore would protect him.

With a thought, John's figure gradually disappeared.

He used the Disillusionment Charm, but he wanted to see the excitement of the Dursleys' house.

. . .

The Dursleys.

When the couple saw their sick son, they were shocked.

Vernon's good temper couldn't last any longer, and he snarled loudly at Harry.

"What did you do to my son?" Vernon thought, so resigned that he still let Harry hurt Dudley.

"Nothing." Harry looked at Uncle Vernon who had torn off his disguise.

There was a dispute between the two, but at this moment, an owl flew in.

Throwing the large parchment envelope at Harry's feet, he turned and left gracefully.

Harry tore open the envelope and froze when he saw the letter inside.

"Dear Mr Potter:

We have received information that you cast the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle in a Muggle settlement at 23:[-] this evening.

This behavior is a serious violation of the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act", so you have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.Representatives from the Ministry of Magic will shortly be sent to your residence to destroy your wand.

......"