The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Towards the end of the summer, Harry jumped out of the fence at night and turned the turn from Magnolia Lane to Privet Drive, and he had another big row with Uncle and Aunt Vernon.

Vernon Dursley watched Harry run out, and before he could call him back, the other party had already walked into the long night.

This summer vacation was much more comfortable than before. Harry couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore and President Hermione threatened Vernon with their wands. In short, he could at least have enough to eat now.

'And when does school start? '

He was sitting on a swing in the park, and the street lamp cast his shadow alone. As he swayed slightly, the squeaking sound of the swing was very clear.

Afterwards, Harry held his forehead again. This wound tormented him for the whole summer. Since Voldemort's resurrection, Harry only felt a cold light stabbing his cerebral cortex.

Just sitting here, holding on to the rope, hooking your feet back, shaking, looking down at your own shadow.

At this time, a group of people laughed sharply one after another, and Harry knew it was that fat Dudley when he heard the voice. They seemed to have just bullied someone again.

"Hey! Boss~" Harry waited for Dudley's cronies to leave, and shouted while hanging on the swing, pinching his nose, "Why do they call you 'Boss'? Shouldn't it be 'Dudley's darling'?"

"Shut up!" Dudley turned around and growled.

"What's the matter? Oh~ They don't know your title?" Harry walked over gently, "It seems that this is a big news, it should be on TV..."

"I said...shut up!" He clenched his fists and raised his voice in a demonstrative manner.

But Harry didn't say anything about it. He even compared Neville's fist with Dudley's. He felt that the former would be harder, while Crabbe and Goyle's almost crooked faces were the best. evidence.

They walked towards the Dursley's house on the dark road, mocking each other.

"You want... to do it with me?" Harry grabbed his wand from his sleeve like an assassin with a blade, and he threatened.

"You are not allowed to point that thing at me!"

"Heh~ Boxer...It seems that you are not as brave as Vernon and the others said..."

"Yeah! I'm very timid...but at least, I won't call my mother in the middle of the night!" Dudley took a deep breath, staring at the 'wooden stick' he took out, "'Oh~ Mom. ..Dad...you don't die...'Take it off!"

When Dudley said them, Harry could clearly feel the feeling of hatred, that kind of thing like poison quickly expanded and spread in his blood vessels...

Harry yelled back: "You don't deserve to mention them! Especially...you!!"

How dare you... His ordeal at the Dursleys had been thirteen years old, and if it hadn't been for Dumbledore's visit, perhaps this year would have been even worse, what would his father think if he was still alive?

They even lied to him!Car accident! !

The scar on Harry's forehead was burning hot, he clenched his teeth, his body trembled slightly with anger, Dudley was terrified by his appearance, and clung to the street lamps on the side of the street.

"Do you think you're brave...you can only bully the weaker than the weak!" Harry couldn't help but fantasize that he could make Dudley spit out snot, and then grow sticky tentacles from his jaw, a little climbed back.

There seems to be a voice in his head... ringing in his ears... teach him a lesson... revenge...

But the next moment, Harry was forced to calm down, because he found that the street lights on both sides of the path were slowly going out, starting from a distance, as if they were turned off by Dumbledore's flame extinguisher.

The originally dark blue sky seemed to be covered with a curtain, and the sound of distant cars disappeared, replaced by fog that gradually condensed at both ends of the road. What a strange thing... This is night, not morning!

"Take it away!!" Dudley was frightened, he looked to both sides helplessly, grasping the air with both hands, "You...what did you do? I can't see...any... ..”

"I didn't!" Harry said angrily, dodging his punch back, "Idiot! Go!"

It was that sound again... that sound... like the noise made by blowing air through a straw, and the darkness stayed on the edge of Harry and Dudley's street lamps. The faint light was in the darkness, like a sanctuary of the Holy Light.

The two stood in the circle of light, and the only light above their heads gradually became weaker...

"Who? Who's there!" Harry heard the swishing sound again, and a few footsteps landed on the ground. He subconsciously raised his wand, "Stay away from us!"

It's a dementor!Harry saw the black shadow falling from the sky, and his mind was spinning rapidly, recalling the techniques that Professor Lupine and Cyrus had said.

'Happy...I need to be happy...' he cried back anxiously.

"Wolf? How is it possible!" Dudley suddenly slumped on the ground, hugging the only lamppost that still had residual warmth. He couldn't see anything, he could only hear a faint howl, "This is a residential area...Harry ...Stop it..."

"Call God Guard!"

However, only a little bit of silver thread emerged from the tip of his staff, which had no effect. The dementor was a beat slower, but still came to him and Dudley. Two or three of them stretched out their pale hand.

It was so cold that Harry and Dudley fell into the lake under the ice at the same moment.

Dudley didn't have any strength anymore, and his arms in front of him were also torn apart by another dementor. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Harry actually saw a little bit of "love" from the movement.

Yes, being Dudley, who was doted on by the Dursleys, was of course full of joy.

Harry's consciousness was a little slack, it was summer, his whole body seemed to be frozen, Harry had to find a way...he couldn't remember anything...he couldn't see Ron and Na awesome....

'The moon is setting!Darkness covers the earth!

Hush!Hush!Oak, ash, and bramble!

All streams be quiet,

Till dawn brings dawn! '

'Something rang in Harry's ears, ah...it seemed to be some singing voice, with a phoenix-like timbre, and syllables that Harry couldn't understand, he seemed to have heard it somewhere.

Where is it... he racked his brains...

Oh, he remembered, it was Christmas when he just entered school...Harry's heart slowly calmed down, and a warm picture came to his mind, along with his imaginary parents.

"Church-guard--" He was almost poking his wand into the dementor's swirling mouth.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when a stag drove away the surrounding dementors. Dudley on the side had already fainted, but it didn't end. The last light finally couldn't hold on.

The stars disappeared, and following some hurried steps, Harry hurriedly lit his wand, only to realize that Dudley had heard correctly!Because it's two werewolves!

Just a few steps away, he was struggling to grab Dudley's clothes, dragging them desperately, cursing: "Fat pig Dudley..."

A black shadow flashed past his feet, and the eyes of the black dog glanced at Harry's Patronus as they passed him.

Harry heard a few ferocious growls and the sound of fangs piercing into flesh. A big, strong black dog jumped up like a lion and bit a werewolf's arm.

The powerful bite force tore the muscles of the werewolf's arm, and blood flowed.

"Sirius?!"

It wasn't just Harry's silvery stag piercing the darkness, it was the roar of the cars and the blinding white lights.