Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

"Of course I know Dumbledore, and who doesn't know Dumbledore?" Mrs. Figg muttered, "Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore needs to act as soon as possible. The Ministry of Magic has their own detection system for minors. They already know the channel of magic, you must believe my words."

"But I got rid of the dementors, and I had to use magic - they should be more worried about why the dementors are wandering the Muggle streets, right?"

"Oh, dear, I wish that was the case, but I'm afraid - Mundungus Fletcher! I'm going to kill you!" Mrs. Figg suddenly screamed. Harry had never expected an old lady. Can make such a sound.

When a man wearing a tattered coat suddenly appeared in front of them, there was a loud breaking sound, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of wine mixed with the smell of rotten tobacco. This man has short bow legs, long and messy light yellow hair, and bloodshot, droopy eyes, all of which make him look like a corgi, giving him a gloomy appearance. He was also clutching a small silver bag, which Harry recognized immediately - it was an invisibility cloak.

"Good morning, Figg," he said, looking at Mrs. Figg, Harry and Dudley for the first time. "What happened during my clandestine activities-?"

Mundungus appeared entirely because of Mrs. Figg. Logically speaking, Mrs. Figg should not have contact with Harry, but now that the two of them are together, it is obvious that something has happened.

"To hell with your clandestine activities!" cried Mrs. Figg. "The dementors have appeared, you worthless and deserving thief!"

"Dementors?" Mundungus repeated, stunned, "You mean dementors?"

"Yes, right here, you worthless lame spy, right here!" screamed Mrs. Figg. "The dementors attacked the two children while you were watching!

"But..." Mundungus looked at Harry with a blank expression, and then at Dudley, who was paralyzed on Harry's body.

"Nothing more!" Mrs. Figg said quickly, "Before I kill you [you'd better go to the contact person: I think the Ministry of Magic's owl is on its way.

You idiot!"

With another loud crack, Mundungus disappeared.

"I hope Dumbledore kills him!" Mrs. Figg said furiously, "Now, come here, Harry, what are you waiting for?"

"You're spying on me, right?" There was no emotion in Harry's words, because he was huffing and puffing against gravity.

"Yeah, it's necessary, isn't it? I mean - especially in this sensitive time - you know what I'm talking about. But luckily, just for Iroichi, I let Mr. Tibbs was stationed under a car, and Mr. Tibbs did come and warn me, but when I got to your house you had already left—"

After listening to Mrs. Figg's words, Harry finally figured it out. The noise outside the garden was caused by Mundungus, and the cat looking at him under the car was Mrs. Figg's spy.

very nice. Harry thought that they must have seen him sneaking around and eavesdropping on the news every day.

Although Harry still had many things to ask, the current situation made Harry decide not to waste his remaining energy - Dudley was too heavy, so he tried to force the semi-conscious Dudley to move closer to him. Lean forward.

"I'll drop you off at the door," said Mrs. Figg as they turned into Privet Drive. "I think you'll be contacted soon - from either side."

"What about you?" Harry asked breathlessly.

"I'll go straight home," replied Mrs. Figg, trembling as she stared at the dark street around her. "I need to wait for more...but until then just stay at home. Good night!" "

They arrived.

Although Harry had a million questions to ask anyone who came into contact with Professor Dumbledore, within seconds Mrs. Figg's figure was swallowed up by darkness. With a frown on his face, Harry readjusted Dudley's position on his shoulder so that they slowly and painfully moved to the garden path of No. 4 Privet Drive.

The light in the living room was still on. Harry put his wand back into the waistband of his jeans, rang the doorbell and watched as Aunt Petunia's silhouette grew larger and distorted oddly against the frosted glass of the door.

"Dudley! It's about time, I'm getting very...Dudley, what's going on!" Aunt Petunia's eyes widened.

Harry looked at Dudley next to him, and jumped out from under Dudley's arm in time. Dudley swayed in place, his face turning black and white, and then he opened his mouth and vomited all over the door.

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"Dudley! Dudley! What happened? Vernon! Vernon!" Petunia turned towards the house and shouted.

Harry's uncle came out of the bedroom, his drooping mustache blowing to the left and right, as it always seemed to do when he was excited. He hurriedly stepped forward to help Petunia get Dudley in, whose legs and feet were weak, while also avoiding stepping on the disgusting pile of vomit on the ground.

"He's sick, Vernon!"

"How do you feel, Sizi? What happened?"

"Why are you covered in dirt, dear? Have you ever fallen to the ground?"

"Wait a minute - your face is okay, right, son?"

Aunt Petunia screamed.

"Call the police, Foy! Call the police! Dudley, dear, talk to mother! What have they done to you?"

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Throughout all this chaos, no one noticed Harry, which suited him just fine. He wanted to sneak in quietly before Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. When Dudley was moved from the living room to the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and prepared to go upstairs.

"Who did it, son? Tell us the name. We'll catch him, don't worry.

"Quiet! What did he want to say, Foy! What happened, Dudley? Tell mum!"

Harry was at the bottom of the stairs when Dudley found his voice. He felt the air in the room suddenly freeze, Dudley pointed at Harry, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were looking at him.

"He...he knows..." Dudley pointed tremblingly at Harry who was about to go upstairs.

"Come here boy!"

Behind the darkness outside, the carefully cleaned kitchen gave off an odd, unreal glow. Aunt Petunia placed Dudley on a chair. Dudley was still blue and looked wet and cold. Uncle Vernon stood in front of the drain cover and stared at Harry through his small, slit eyes.

"What have you done to my son?" he growled in a threatening tone.

"I didn't do anything." Harry looked at the fat man in front of him coldly, "I saved his life, otherwise he would be no different from dead now even if he is not dead."

It is true that people will not die after being kissed by a dementor - they are still breathing, but only just breathing.

Harry didn't think the Dursleys could understand his explanation. .