It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 355 Two Letters

Dudley stood there in a daze at this moment, as if he had lost his soul.

Harry didn't pay much attention to his cousin, but turned to look in the direction of the silver crow.

Sherlock was walking towards Harry from under the dim streetlight with a solemn face.

"What, what's going on?" Harry said incredulously, "Professor Forrest? Why are there dementors here? They're still attacking me!"

The silver crow flapped its wings and landed on Sherlock's shoulder, the streamer like the ripples of flowing water brought a warm breath to people.

"I'm afraid there are some big problems that we can't think of."

Sherlock frowned and said, he raised his head, and in the night sky not far away, there was an owl rushing towards them like a cannonball.

As a myopic eye, Harry's vision at night is certainly not as good as Sherlock's.

Not forgetting his cousin, he helped lift Dudley, who seemed unconscious, from the ground with great difficulty.

"And the professor? How did you know I was attacked?" Harry asked out of breath, "It should be five minutes away from your home."

Sherlock had already received the letter from the little owl, and he answered while opening the letter with a serious expression.

"Because starting from this summer vacation, Dumbledore handed over the job of protecting you to me. Before that, it was Mrs. Figg who lived on Wisteria Road, and a wizard named Mundungus Fletcher. After handing over this task to me, that Fletcher left, and Mrs. Figg still lives here, which was originally her home."

"That Mrs. Figg who has a bunch of cats!" Harry raised his voice in shock, "She's a wizard? Aunt Petunia let me stay at her house when they were away! She never Tell me this!"

Sherlock looked at the contents of the letter, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally he seemed to let out a sneer of disdain, and threw the letter aside casually.

The parchment spontaneously ignited in mid-air, and quickly turned into a trail of ashes.

"To be precise, she is a squib. Of course she can't tell you this, just like the Ministry of Magic won't tell you, they have set the area where you live as a key surveillance area, otherwise how could this letter reach so much quick."

Sherlock said coldly, then he took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and handed it to Harry, asking him to drink it for Dudley.

"The potion of joy can improve his mental state a lot, but don't give him too much, two sips are enough."

Harry fed Dudley the medicine, but his mind was still full of doubts.

"Then why are there dementors coming? Is this an order from the Ministry of Magic?"

Dudley's face obviously improved after drinking the potion. He looked at Harry and Sherlock in fear, his lips trembling, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Stand up and go by yourself. We will take you home and talk to your parents about something."

Sherlock was obviously speaking to Dudley, the little fat man nearly trotted away towards his home with red eyes, Harry and Sherlock quickly followed behind him.

Only then did he answer Harry's question just now.

"No matter who the magic government is under, they will not send dementors to hurt you. Besides, Scrimgeour has just taken office as the new Minister of Magic, and Fudge has stepped down to become an advisor to the Minister's Office. The entire Ministry of Magic is conducting a war With the transfer of power, those people have no energy to do such a thing."

They didn't take two steps forward before they saw the Dursley's house, Sherlock said flatly.

"When you go back, you go upstairs to pack your things immediately. I will negotiate with your aunt and uncle. I guess I will receive another letter soon, and I will take you away at that time."

Harry suddenly became agitated.

"Leave! Great! Where shall we go? To your house?"

"Don't think about it yet, wait until you pack up your things."

When they were talking, they had already arrived at the door of the Dursley's house. Dudley pushed the door open, shouted "Mom and Dad" and rushed in, Harry and Sherlock also walked in the door.

Aunt Petunia's surprised voice came from inside the room.

"Oops, our little Dudley is back, and he's never called his mom and dad so affectionately before."

However, when Vernon and Petunia all came out, Dudley's round body like a meat ball jumped in front of them and complained loudly.

"He, they used that on me! Dad! Harry! He taught me that! And his professor, let Harry give me a bottle of potion that I don't know what it is!"

Feeling her son's trembling body, Petunia's face instantly turned pale, while Vernon's face turned red, and he picked up a bat beside him!
"I knew it. I knew it! No matter how good we are to you, you are just a white-eyed wolf! Penny! Go to the police now! What did you do to my son! What poison did you feed him!"

Sherlock gave Harry a wink and told him to go upstairs first.

And at this moment, outside the window of Dursley's house, another owl shot towards Sherlock like a bullet. Flying away, the whole process was smooth and flowing, without any stagnation.

In this way, Sherlock opened the envelope unhurriedly in front of Vernon's threat.

This letter was not as brief as the last one, he just read it for about 30 seconds, Vernon was just threatening, and Petunia was not really stupid enough to call the police.

In the end, Sherlock put away the letter and did not burn it. He stood opposite Vernon and said in a stern voice.

"It's a bad situation, and I'm not in a good mood. You know I'm not Harry, and the Ministry of Magic has very low restrictions on adult wizards, so if you don't want to offend me and let me use some special methods, you'd better give it now." I shut up and listen to me."

His threats worked, Vernon wasn't an idiot after all, he hated and feared magic, especially wizards.

The three of the Dursley family huddled in the corner, just watching Sherlock make a move in horror, the chair in their house seemed to come alive, and ran up and down behind him to let him sit down.

"Harry didn't do anything to your son. He was disturbed by dementors. These things came to trouble Harry. The little fat man was just implicated. I fed him some joy potion, Make him feel better, otherwise you can only drag him back like a dead pig."

(End of this chapter)