HP Magic Biography

But what are dementors, Uncle Vernon asked furiously, and what can they do?

I told you - they suck all the pleasure out of you, said Harry, and if they had the chance, they'd kiss you -

Kiss you? Uncle Vernon's eyes almost popped. Kiss you?

That's what they call it when they suck the soul out of your mouth.

Aunt Petunia let out a scream.

His soul? They didn't do that—he still has his—

Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's shoulders and shook them hard, as if to check that she could hear Dudley's spirit swaying inside her.

Of course they didn't suck Dudley's soul, if they did you'd know. Harry was enraged.

So you fought them off, son? said Uncle Vernon loudly, looking as if one were trying to bring the conversation back to a level he could understand. Beat 'em one-on-two, is that you, son?

He can't be two against a Dementor, Harry said through clenched teeth.

Then why is he all right? growled Uncle Vernon. Why hasn't he been sucked out?

Because I cast the Patronus Charm— Harry's chest heaved violently. Although such things are not uncommon, they are especially angry now.

With a whoosh, a click, a flap of wings, and a drop of dust, a fourth owl flew out of the kitchen fireplace.

By God, Uncle Vernon snarled, a tuft of beard being pulled from his chin in a way he hadn't done in a long time. I don't want to see an owl here, I can't take it anymore, I tell you!

But Harry had already removed a scroll of parchment from the owl's leg. He was pretty sure the letter was from Dumbledore, explaining everything - the dementors, Mrs. Figg, what the Ministry was going to do, how he and Dumbledore were supposed to calm everything down - but It was the first time in his life that he was disappointed to see Sirius' handwriting.

Pretending not to hear Uncle Vernon's complaints about the owl, and not to see how quickly dust fell into Uncle Vernon's eyes as the owl flew closest to the fireplace, Harry read Sirius' note.

Arthur has told us everything that happened.

Whatever you do, don't leave that house again. Harry found their responses to what had happened tonight so inadequate that he closed the parchment and started looking for the rest of the letter, but there was nothing.

And Harry's temper rose again.

Didn't anyone say well done to him when he singled out two Dementors? Neither Mr. Weasley nor Sirius acted as if he was behaving badly, and would not speak to him further until they were certain of the damage he had caused.

A peck mark, I mean the owl pecked here and flew out of my house. I don't want that, boy, I don't—

I can't stop the owl from getting in, Harry squeezed Sirius' letter into his fist.

I need the truth of what happened tonight! cried Uncle Vernon. If the dementors hurt Dudley, then you're going to be fired? You cast that—you know, you've admitted it!

Harry took a deep, steady breath. His head was hot again. The thing he wanted more than anything else was to get out of the kitchen, and away from the Dursleys.

I killed the dementors with Patronus magic, Harry said, forcing himself to regain his composure. It's the only thing that can resist them.

But what are the dementors doing in Little Waijin Road? said Uncle Vernon, also raising his voice.

Can't tell you, Harry said wearily. Because I don't know. His head is now full of stars.

Harry's anger gradually faded. Harry felt dehydrated and exhausted. The Dursleys were all staring at him.

It's you, said Uncle Vernon sternly. It's you they're after, boy, I know. Otherwise why would they be here? Why would they be in the alley? You're the only one here—the only one. -

Obviously, he couldn't bring himself to say the word wizard. The only one - you know what I mean - you're the only one for miles around, oh no one else, but they've moved away.

I don't know why they're here, and besides, Van Lin is in Egypt, it has nothing to do with him. Harry tried not to think about it, but because of Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted brain was restarted. entered the working state.

Why did the dementors come to Xiaowei Jinlu? Why do they appear just as Harry arrives in the alley? How were they sent here? Has the Ministry of Magic lost control of the dementors? Or did they abandon Azkaban and join Voldemort's side, as Dumbledore had predicted?

Fan Lin also mentioned this matter before. Before leaving, Harry received a letter from Fan Lin and Hermione telling him to be careful during the holiday...

Are these dementors guarding some freak prison? asked Uncle Vernon, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

Yes, said Harry. If his head stopped hurting, if he could get out of the kitchen and go back to his darkened bedroom and think...

Oh! They're here to arrest you! cried Uncle Vernon with the air of triumph of a man coming to an unassailable conclusion. Didn't you, boy? You broke the law!

Of course I didn't, said Harry, shaking his head as if to dislodge a fly, his mind racing full speed now. So why?

That man must have sent them here, said Harry quietly, a sentence that meant far more to himself than to Uncle Vernon.

Who is that person? Who must have sent them here?

Voldemort, said Harry. He didn't think the Dursleys were strong enough to cringe at the word wizard, magic or wand, but they didn't shudder at the name of the most evil wizard who ever lived.

Voldemort, wait— said Uncle Vernon, his face recovering, a look of realization in his piglike eyes.

I've heard that name before, and that person is—

Murderer of my parents, yes, Harry said dully.

But he's gone, said Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the slightest sign that he found it a painful subject to discuss the murderers of Harry's parents.

That's what the big guy (referring to Hagrid) said, he's gone.

He's back. Harry said heavily.

It was a strange feeling, standing in Aunt Petunia's over-cleaned kitchen, next to the tall refrigerator and big-screen TV, and talking calmly about Voldemort with Uncle Vernon.

The dementor's visit to Siu Wai Golden Road appears to have broken down the great, invisible wall that separated the non-magical and magical worlds of Privet Drive.

Harry's two lives seem to have become disjointed in some way, everything is turned upside down.

The Dursleys were asking for details about the wizarding world, but Mrs. Figg knew about Dumbledore, the dementors flying in Little Waikin, and the possibility that he might never return to Hogwarts.

Harry's head hurt even more.

Back? Aunt Petunia asked softly. She looked at Harry as if she had never seen Harry before.

At the same time suddenly, for the first time in Harry's life, he was fully aware that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister; He wasn't the only one in the house who knew what Voldemort's return meant.

Aunt Petunia had never seen Harry this way in her life. Her huge, pale eyes (how different from her sister's) were not narrowed by disgust or anger, they were enlarged by fear.

Aunt Petunia's frenzied pretense throughout Harry's life - pretending that magic doesn't exist, that there's no other world but the one Vernon lives in - seems to be fading away.

Yes, Harry said now, directly to Aunt Petunia, he came back a month ago. I saw him.

Aunt Petunia's hand groped for Dudley's shoulder in his leather coat, and took hold of it.

Wait, said Uncle Vernon, looking from his wife to Harry and then to his wife, obviously dazed and confused by this extraordinary understanding, it seemed that something had changed between them. happened.

Wait! You said Voldemort had returned.

Yes.

Is he the one who killed your parents?

Yes.

And now he's sending dementors behind you.

It looks like this, said Harry.

I see, said Uncle Vernon, looking from his pale wife to Harry, and pulled on his trousers. He looked in high spirits, his huge purple face stretched before Harry's eyes.

Very well, then it's settled, he said, and the front of his shirt wrinkled as he smoothed it out. Can you get out of this room, boy!

What? Harry asked.

You heard me - get out! growled Uncle Vernon, and this time even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped to their feet.

Go away! Go away! I should have done this years ago! The owls used the house as a lounge, Ding exploded, destroyed more than half of the sofas, Dudley's tail, the markings around the ceiling and the car Flying Ford - Go! Go! You've done it all! You're a record! You shouldn't be here any longer if some lunatics are after you, you can't endanger my wife and kids , you can't bring us trouble. If you're going to go down the same path as your useless parents, I've got to! Get out!

Harry froze in place.

Letters from the Ministry, Mr. Weasley, and Sirius were now clutched in his left hand.

Don't leave this house again, and whatever you do, don't leave your uncle and aunt's house.

You heard me! Uncle Vernon leaned forward, his huge purple face so close to Harry that Harry actually felt Uncle Vernon's saliva on his face.

Go away! You were so eager to leave half an hour ago! I was right behind you! Get off and don't set foot in our door again! I don't know why we took you in when we first saw you, Ma Greg is right, the place you should be in is an orphanage. We overestimate our strengths, think we can take the magic out of you, think we can bring you back to normal, but you're rotten from the start , and I've had enough of it - owls!

A fifth owl fell down the chimney so fast it actually hit the ground before it could fly again with a sharp, distressed cry.

Harry raised his hand to grab the letter, which was wrapped in a red envelope, but the owl flew over his head and flew straight to Aunt Petunia, who let out a squeal and crouched quickly, wrapping her arms around the letter. Hold your head.

The owl threw the letter directly on Aunt Petunia's head, turned and flew away down the chimney. Harry rushed to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia hit him.

You can open it if you want, said Harry, but I can hear it anyway. It's a wizard howling letter.

Let's get away from it, Petunia! Vernon yelled.

Don't touch it, it's dangerous!

It's for me, said Aunt Petunia in a trembling voice. It's for me, Vernon, look! Mrs. Dursley Petunia, in the kitchen of number four, Privet Drive !” She held her breath in horror.

The red envelope sleeve was already smoking.

Open it! Harry urged. If you don't open it quickly! It can do anything!

No! Aunt Petunia said with trembling hands. She looked around the kitchen for an escape route, but it was too late—the envelope was on fire. Aunt Petunia screamed and threw the letter away. A terrible sound filled the kitchen and echoed in this small space. The sound came from the burning letter on the table.

Remember my last time, Penny.

Aunt Petunia looked very weak. She collapsed on the chair beside Dudley and buried her face in her hands. The rest of the letter burned to ashes in silence.

What's this? Uncle Vernon asked hoarsely. What-what-not-Petunia?

Aunt Petunia said nothing.

Dudley stared stupidly at his mother, opening and closing his mouth.

An eerie silence hovered in the kitchen. Harry looked at his aunt, bewildered, and at this point his head began to tingle again.

Penny, honey? Uncle Vernon asked timidly. Pie-Petunia?

Aunt looked up. Her body was still shaking. Her throat was swallowing.

The child—the child has to stay here, Vernon, she said weakly.

What-what?

He'll stay right here, said Aunt Petunia, her eyes not looking at Harry. She moved again.

He...but Penny.

If we kicked him out, the neighbors would talk about it, she said. She soon returned to her usual brisk, fretful demeanor, though her face remained pale. They're going to ask embarrassing questions, they're going to ask where Harry has gone. We have to keep him.

Uncle Vernon was flat like an old tire. But Petunia, honey—

Aunt Petunia ignored him. She walked straight up to Harry.

You stay in your room, she said, you don't leave the house. Now go to bed. But Harry didn't move.

Who sent that Wizard Howler letter?

Don't ask questions, Aunt Petunia snapped off.

Do you still have contact with wizards? Harry asked.

I told you to go to bed!

What does that mean? Remember the last time?

Go to bed!

What's next?

You must listen to your aunt and go to bed now!