Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 84 Dementors in the Muggle World

The hottest day of summer was finally drawing to a close, and a sleepy silence fell over the big, square houses on Privet Drive.The normally shiny cars are now all parked in the driveway with dust, and the once lush grass has become withered and yellow-due to the drought, the use of watering hoses has been banned.The inhabitants of Privet Drive, whose usual pastimes were cleaning cars and mowing grass, were now unable to do either, and had to hide in their shady houses, with the windows wide open, in the hope of blowing in a little The cool breeze that exists.Only one person remained outdoors, a teenage boy lying flat in a flower bed outside 4 Privet Drive.That's right!It's Harry, just back at his aunt's for a week.He knew that it was a wrong decision for him to come back here, and the Dursleys still yelled at him as usual, which was a world of difference compared to old Mrs. Shafik and Godfather Sirius.

After a fight with them, Harry climbed over the wall.Going to find his friends.Hilbert?No, he is busy getting familiar with the family business now.There is no time at all.Hermione?She traveled abroad with her parents, and the only Ron is now at the Burrow.

Every night, he dreamed about the cemetery, the Death Eaters, and the resurrection of Voldemort.Don't think about those things, Harry told himself sternly, for the first time since the summer he had warned himself that.It was bad enough to have nightmares going back to that cemetery at night, but it was even harder to bear thinking about it when you were awake.

He turned a corner and came to Magnolia Crescent Street.Halfway up the street he passed the narrow alley beside the garage where he first saw his godfather.At least Sirius seemed to understand how Harry felt.Admittedly, his letter, like Ron and Hermione's, didn't tell Harry what he wanted to know, but Sirius' letter contained some words of caution and reassurance, rather than half-revealed and tantalizing Unbearable.

The playground door was locked, and Harry jumped across it, walking on the dry grass.The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets.He went to where the swings were, found one that Dudley and his friends hadn't had time to destroy, and sat on it, with one arm on the chain, looking sadly at the ground.He could no longer hide in the Dursleys' flower beds.Tomorrow, he had to figure out another way to eavesdrop on the news.In the meantime, he had nothing to look forward to, and another chaotic night lay ahead of him.Even if he managed to escape the nightmares about Cedric, he would dream of long, dark corridors, each of which ended in a dead end or locked door, and these dreams disturbed him and made him feel uneasy. Guess this probably has something to do with the beast-like emotions he has when he is awake.The scar on his forehead often stings and is uncomfortable, but he knows that Ron, Hermione and Sirius won't be very interested in it anymore.In the past, the bouts of pain in his scar had signaled that Voldemort was growing stronger again, but now that Voldemort was back, they'd probably remind him that this regular bout of pain had been expected and nothing to worry about, It's not news anymore.This was so unfair, and the resentment in his heart kept piling up, and he really wanted to yell out loud.If it wasn't for him, no one would even know Voldemort was back!And what he got in return was being stuck in Little Whinging for four weeks, completely cut off from the wizarding world, and having to squat among the dying begonias just to hear the budgerigar slide. Water skiing news!How could Dumbledore forget him so easily?Why did Ron and Hermione get together and not call him?How much longer would he have to sit here, listening to Sirius tell himself to behave and not act rashly; to resist the urge to write to the stupid Daily Prophet and tell them Voldemort had returned?These angry thoughts were churning through Harry's mind, making him a mess inside.By this time night had fallen, a sultry and soft night, with the smell of warm hay in the air, and the only sound that could be heard was the muffled sound of traffic on the road beyond the fairground railing.

Seeing those children playing happily, tears gradually filled his eyes.He wondered if he hadn't had those accidents, would he have had the same happy childhood?If so, what should I look like now?

Chaotic pictures filled his mind, and the pictures of his parents seemed to appear in front of his eyes when he saw the pictures of his parents for the first time.With tears in his eyes, he sat like this until dusk.Tears finally flowed down when I saw the smiles on the faces of the children's parents when they came to take them home for dinner.

He didn't know how long he sat on the swing until someone else's voice interrupted his contemplation.He looked up, and the street lamps on the surrounding streets cast a hazy light and shadow.He could see a group of figures walking across the playground, one of them humming a vulgar song loudly, and the others laughing.There was also a slight tinkling sound, which was the sound of several expensive racing cars they were pushing.

Harry knew who those people were.The one at the head was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, accompanied by his gang of cronies towards the house.

They partnered again to beat a little boy.Stolen his pocket money.

Harry couldn't take it anymore. "Dudley! You're doing your unique hobby again!"

"Oh? Yeah, he deserves it. And it's none of your business!"

"But to me, you'll always be 'dada baby.'"

"Shut up!" said Dudley, clenching his fat, ham-like hands into fists.

"Don't those boys know what your mother called you?"

"shut up!"

"You didn't tell her to shut up. 'Baby egg' and 'Dada little heart', can I call you by those names?"

Harry drew his wand.He saw Dudley squinting at his wand. "You can't use it," Dudley said quickly, "I know you can't. You'll be kicked out of that freaking school you went to." "How do you know they haven't changed the rules, Brother D?"

In the dark night, strange things 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.The night, which had been mild and pleasant just now, suddenly turned bitterly cold.They were surrounded in impenetrable, deep, soundless darkness, as if a giant hand had covered the whole alley with a thick icy curtain, so that they could see nothing.

Harry also panicked at this moment, he didn't do anything!
For a split second Harry thought he had been bewitched unknowingly, though he'd been trying desperately to restrain himself - and then his reason caught up with his senses - and he couldn't make the stars go out.He turned his head to and fro, trying to see something, but the darkness hung over his eyes like a thin veil.

Dudley's terrified voice pierced Harry's eardrums.

"What are you—what are you doing—what? Stop—stop!"

"I didn't do anything! Shut up and don't move!"

"I-I can't see! I-I'm blind! I-"

"I told you to shut up!"

His internal organs were churning.A huge hooded figure slid soundlessly towards him.The figure was suspended high above the ground, with no feet or face under the robe, and it seemed to be devouring the darkness bit by bit as it moved.Harry stumbled back a few steps and raised his wand. "Call God's Guardian!" A puff of silvery smoke rose from the tip of the wand, and the dementor slowed, but the spell didn't fully take effect.Seeing the dementor coming at him, Harry stumbled and took two steps back, his brain blurred with panic - concentration - sticky, scabbed gray hands Stretching out of the dementor's robes to catch him.Rushing voices filled Harry's ears. "Call for God's protection!" His voice was vague and distant.Another puff of silvery smoke, thinner than before, came from the tip of the wand—and there was nothing he could do, he couldn't spell the spell.There was laughter in his head, shrill, harsh laughter, and he could already feel the putrid, deathly cold breath of the dementors filling his lungs, choking him—think I thought, happy things, but there was no joy in his heart, and the cold fingers of the dementor were about to pinch his throat—the sharp, piercing laughter became louder and louder, and there was a voice in his head Say, "Surrender to death, Harry, and there won't even be any pain? I wouldn't know? I've never died?"

"Call God Guard!"

A huge silver stag erupted from the tip of Harry's wand, its two antlers thrusting toward where the Dementor's heart had been.The dementor was knocked backwards, weightless as the surrounding darkness.The stag charged forward, and the dementor swooped aside like a bat and scurried away.

"This way!" Harry called to the stag.He turned and ran down the alley, his lit wand held aloft. "Dudley? Dudley?"

He ran a dozen steps and rushed to them.Dudley was curled up on the ground, his arms tightly shielding his face.The second Dementor was squatting low beside him, grabbing Dudley's wrists with sticky hands, and slowly pulling them apart almost gently, the hooded head He leaned down towards Dudley's face, as if to kiss him.

"Grab it!" Harry yelled, and with a quick whoosh the silver stag he'd made ran past him.The dementor's eyeless face came within an inch of Dudley's, and before that, the silver antlers stabbed it, kicking it up into the air.Like its companion just now, it fled into the air and was swallowed up by darkness.The stag cantered to the end of the alley and disappeared in a puff of silvery smoke.

The moon, stars and street lamps all at once glowed brightly again.A warm breeze blew through the alley.The sound of rustling leaves in the neighbor's garden and the sound of cars in the world on Magnolia Crescent filled the night sky again.Harry stood motionless, all senses throbbing to adjust to the sudden change.It took him a moment to realize that his T-shirt was stuck to him and he was drenched in sweat.

At this time, a person he was familiar with ran over, walking slowly, looking like an old man with a suitcase behind him.It was only when the visitor walked in front of them that they saw her face clearly. She was an old man in a raincoat, and she was an acquaintance.

"Mrs. Figg!"

This Mrs. Figg was arranged in the Muggle world to take care of Harry under the orders of Headmaster Dumbledore.Like Argus Filch, she used to be a Squib, but since the Taoist Spirit Void developed a Squib that can heal, Mrs. Figg can also use magic, and she can even use a few difficult spells.

I knew her very well before Harry entered Hogwarts. She was one of the few people on the street who was willing to take care of Harry, so the Dursleys would throw Harry into her care whenever they traveled. .

But Mrs. Figg, Harry doesn't like it very much. One is because she has a lot of cats. Harry doesn't hate cats, but he doesn't like a group of cats, and the whole house smells of cabbage.But at the moment, Mrs. Figg was so cute in Harry's eyes. She looked at the two of them and said, "Bruce, Harry, you shouldn't put away your wands, they might come back."

"Okay! Now, boys, I'll take you home. Don't forget the fat Dursleys. I think he'll be sick for a few days."

Harry helped Dudley follow Mrs. Figg.She carries a lamp in front of her.Still observing the surroundings, it was completely dark at this time, but the temperature became normal after the rain stopped.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a wizard before, Mrs. Figg?" asked Harry, panting from exhaustion, afraid to stop. "I've been to your house so many times—why don't you say a word about it?"

"Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you, but I couldn't say anything. You were too young at the time. Sorry, I made you very unhappy. You should be on duty until midnight-how can I tell Dumbledore?" Lido reporting this? I can't Apparate."

"Why are you here?" The person who came was Hilbert, who was finally familiar with the family's business process and asset management today.Come to play with Harry when you have nothing to do.

"It's a long story, Hill. Come and do me a favor. Dudley's too heavy. Help me get him to my aunt's."

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　Volume five begins.There will be new characters joining, and at the same time, Umbridge must be killed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)