Chapter 550 Dudley Encounters Dementors

"What are you crazy about?!"

Just as Harry clenched his wand and looked out the window warily, a strong force came from his side and pushed him aside. Harry staggered a few steps and sat down on the ground.

"What are you crazy about?!"

Uncle Vernon repeated again, his little eyes staring at Harry and the wand in his hand with horror and anger as if he had seen something terrible.

Harry ignored him, climbed up from the ground, and then continued to move towards the window, wanting to know what was going on outside.

Because that sound was very familiar to him - it was the sound of someone apparating. When Fish was fighting Voldemort, he had heard it dozens or hundreds of times, so he would never admit it!

However, the window position was occupied by Uncle Vernon's huge body. At this time, he was smiling an ugly, crazy smile, greeting the neighbors who also poked their heads out because of the sound. .

"What a charming night!" Uncle Vernon waved to Mrs. No. 7, who lived opposite and was glaring out from behind the mesh curtains, and said loudly: "Did you hear the sound of the car backfiring just now? It took Petunia and I Shocked!"

Then he turned his head sideways, glared at Harry who was about to come over, and growled through his teeth: "Put it away! Hurry! Don't let anyone see it!"

Harry hesitated, put his wand back in his pocket, then stretched his neck and looked out the window.

"Let me see! That's the sound of someone apparating!"

Upon hearing Harry's words, Aunt Petunia, who was already nervous, immediately screamed in panic.

Uncle Vernon's fat face quickly turned purple. He pushed Harry away again and quickly closed the window.

"There's nothing outside! You little lunatic! That's the sound of a car backfiring, it's not the fantasy of people like you..."

"Apparition is one of the ways many wizards use to move quickly."

Harry explained kindly, but what he received was an even harsher scream from Aunt Petunia and an angry roar from Uncle Vernon: "Don't say those words! I'm not interested in the tricks of you freaks!"

His refusal to accept reality reminded Harry of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

"I'm going out for a walk."

Harry lost interest in explaining to them and said angrily, then turned and walked out the door.

However, Uncle Vernon forced himself in front of him.

"What do you want to do?!" He glared at Harry sternly, glancing at Harry's wand pocket from time to time.

Of course Harry understood what Vernon was worried about. Neither he nor Aunt Peggy wanted to have anything to do with wizards, nor did they want the neighbors to treat their family as weirdos.

"Don't worry, I'm just going out for a walk." Although he was very anxious, Harry tried his best to look casual, "You should know that we can't use magic in front of you at will."

"Don't say that word!" Uncle Vernon yelled loudly, and then watched Harry slowly walking past him with a mixture of shock and anger.

If possible, he wanted to lock Harry up and ban him from going out, but he was worried that the cat-eared boy would come to his door. Moreover, he also heard that Harry had a murderer whose godfather left prison two years ago. Escaped.

So no matter how reluctant Vernon was, he still didn't dare to step forward and stop Harry. He could only watch helplessly as the other man opened the door and walked out.

As soon as Harry walked out of the room, he quickened his pace. He ran across the grass in front of the door, crossed the low garden wall, strode to the street, and looked around.

His right hand was always in the pocket of his jeans, holding the wand tightly in case any Death Eaters jumped out at any time.

However, after Harry walked around the neighborhood for a long time and passed through several streets, he didn't find anything unusual, which made him start to waver.

Maybe it wasn't a magical sound at all, maybe he was too eager to get some clues of contact signals from his world, and ended up being made a fuss by some ordinary sounds.

Was he sure that it wasn't the sound of something breaking in a neighbor's house? Or, as Uncle Vernon said, just the sound of a car backfiring.

Harry felt a sense of depression and loss within him, and then the hopelessness that had been tormenting him all summer suddenly overwhelmed him again.

Compared to the current situation where he was kept in the dark about everything, Harry would rather have some Death Eater or something else come and attack him. At least this would allow him to learn a little bit about the magical world, and Not like a headless fly like now.

Harry wandered around and came to the playground on Magnolia Road. The door here was locked, but he jumped over easily and walked forward on the dry grass.

The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets. Harry came to where the swings were, found one that Dudley and his friends had not destroyed before, and sat on it. He held a chain in one arm and looked at melancholy. Looking at the ground, various thoughts swirled in my mind.

There are worries about Voldemort, resentments against Dumbledore, Sirius, and Ron, and more importantly, the aggrievedness of having everyone hide the truth.

Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting on the swing until someone's voice interrupted his chaotic thoughts.

It was Dudley Dursley and his friends. They sang vulgar songs, talked about which child they bullied today, and then laughed annoyingly.

They didn't notice Harry sitting on the swing, and walked past the front of the amusement park while talking and laughing.

This made Harry very disappointed. If they saw him, they would definitely come to trouble him, so what would Dudley do? He definitely didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his friends, but he didn't dare to provoke Harry...

Watching Dudley in a dilemma, mocking him, and enjoying his helpless and uncomfortable look was one of the few pleasures Harry had here.

As the voices of Dudley's group gradually faded, and their figures turned the corner and disappeared, Harry sighed in disappointment.

It was impossible for him to take the initiative to provoke Dudley, because if he was bullied by them, then his use of magic was excusable, but if he took the initiative to provoke, it would be difficult to explain to the school and the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, Sirius's letter also asked him not to act rashly and to behave himself...

Tsk, it's obvious that what he did was never related to being obedient, which is one of the reasons why Harry was so resentful.

Harry jumped off the swing and walked towards the Dursleys' house dejectedly.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to think that when Dudley showed up, it was time to go home, and it was too late after this time.

If Harry went back after Dudley, he had no doubt that the two of them would lock him out until his knocking on the door alarmed the neighbors, and then they would open the door and let him in while slandering him as a "juvenile delinquent" who came back late.

If it weren't for Fish's threat at the beginning, he would probably be treated more harshly.

Thinking of Fish, Harry sighed again. He didn't say anything to him like the others, and Harry also believed that the cat wouldn't hide anything from him.

But...

It's too difficult to get Fish to write a letter!

So far, he had only received a message from the cat, "Happy Birthday Harry."

Soon, Harry caught up with Dudley and his friends. He followed quietly behind them, and only walked forward after Dudley's friends left.

"Hey, Brother D!" Harry called Dudley.

"Oh," he turned around and frowned immediately after seeing Harry, "It's you."

Dudley muttered, and then quickened his pace. He didn't want to pay attention to Harry. When there was no one else around, he didn't dare to do anything to Harry.

Harry hurried two steps and came to Dudley's side, grinning and asked, "When did you become 'Brother D'?"

"Shut up!" Dudley roared viciously, and then quickened his pace again and walked home.

But Harry didn't want to let Dudley go. He also quickened his pace and continued to provoke his cousin with words. Seeing the other party burning with anger but having to restrain himself desperately, Harry's originally depressed mood suddenly became much better.

Dudley, who had enough experience in this, ignored Harry's chattering in his ears and walked home quickly with his head down. He knew that as long as he got home, Harry would have to shut up.

Just when the two were about to reach the Dursleys' house, something strange happened.

The deep blue night sky full of stars suddenly became pitch black, without a trace of light - the stars, the moon, and the dim street lights at both ends of the alley disappeared at once. The rumble of cars passing in the distance and the rustling of leaves nearby could not be heard.

The mild and pleasant night just now suddenly became bitterly cold. They were surrounded by an impenetrable deep and silent darkness, as if a giant hand covered the entire alley with a layer of cold and thick curtains, making them unable to see anything.

A terrible name jumped out of Harry's mind -

Dementors!

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