Popular Web NovelsChapter 523 Privet Drive AlleyChapter 523: Privet Drive Alley
"[Fluorescent Flash]"
Under the weak white light of the lighting spell, Harry looked straight at the two black figures in front of him. The huge hooded figure was suspended high on the ground. No feet or face could be seen under the robe. It slid over silently, seeming to swallow the darkness bit by bit as it moved.
A pair of sticky, scabbed gray hands stretched out from the Dementor's robes. An increasingly biting coldness hit his face, and a putrid and ominous breath poured into his lungs, making Harry gasp. Out of breath, he stumbled back two steps.
Dudley quickly backed away when he saw this. He couldn't see the dementors, but he could hear whispers in his ears, as if a corpse was breathing against his ears, blurry, but with a chill. people.
"Calling the Patronus..."
Harry recited this spell instinctively. It was probably because he hadn't practiced the Patronus Charm for a long time.
Biting his tongue, Harry reorganized the key points of the spell and read word for word: "[Invoke God's Guard]"
Threads of silver smoke emerged from the tip of the staff. , weaving together into a tall silver stag, the stag covered in silver light kicked its front hooves, lowered its head and pointed its two antlers in front, stabbing straight at the heart of the dementor.
The silver antlers stabbed two Dementors respectively, picked them up and threw them into the air. The Dementors let out a hoarse exhalation and escaped into the air, disappearing into the boundless darkness.
The stag looked back and turned into a silver light to break through the blockade.
In an instant, the glow of stars, moon and street lamps illuminated the alley again, a warm and soft breeze blew by, the sound of rustling leaves came from the neighbor's garden, and the sound of cars on the street outside filled my ears.
Harry stood motionless, his chest heaving violently. He didn't feel tired. In addition to the panic that had not dissipated, there was also a little secret excitement.
A dementor appears here, in Little Whinging...
Is it an accident?
Or has Voldemort discovered him?
Dudley was sweating profusely, his face was blue, and his body was shaking slightly involuntarily. The feeling of decay and death was so real. Harry's performance proved that there must be something terrifying ahead, but he couldn't see anything. Missing, the unspeakable fear is like the muddy water mixed with humus in the swamp, viscously seeping into the depths of the bone marrow.
"Are you okay, Dudley?"
The questioning voice awakened Dudley from his bewildered state, and the residual heat of the summer night gradually brought him back to consciousness. Two dry and broken legs His lips trembled a few times, Dudley pushed Harry away roughly, his eyebrows raised angrily: "What the hell are you doing!"
When his eyes caught a glimpse of the wooden stick, Dudley took a few steps back as if he was electrocuted. Harry explained, and he fled towards the Dursley's house in panic, without looking back, wishing that his legs would fly up.
"Eh..."
Harry watched him turn into Crescent Street. Just when he was about to catch up, he suddenly heard heavy running footsteps behind him. He quickly reversed his wand and pointed it. people.
The eccentric old neighbor ran over panting, her gray and white hair spilled out of her hairnet, a jingling mesh bag hung on her wrist, and her feet were fast. Sliding out of the thick tartan slippers.
"Mrs. Figg?" Harry was about to hide the wand quickly.
"Don't hide, silly boy! What if there are still their people around?"
Mrs. Figg's voice was shrill, she clutched the handkerchief tightly in both hands, and said anxiously: "Oh, I must kill Mundungus Fletcher! I told him long ago that if he dares to leave without authorization, I skinned him alive when he went to sell those crucibles of unknown origin, and look at the result now! Fortunately, I asked Kick to tip me off..."
Suddenly from here. When an old neighbor who likes to keep cats heard the wizarding words "dementor" and "crucible", Harry couldn't help but be a little stunned: "You... you are a wizard?"
"I'm a squib, let's go." Well, we said on the way, it's not safe here." Mrs. Figg looked around warily, pulling Harry's clothes and walking towards Privet Drive: "Mundungus is the wizard, he is responsible for your safety today. , should have been on duty until midnight, but he ran away on his own!"
"This Mundungus has been following me...wait!" Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "It's him! He disapparated at the door of my house!"
"Yes, yes, luckily I arranged to hide under a car just in case..." Mrs. Figg kept looking around, moving. Like her cat, when she saw Harry inserting his wand back into his jeans, he screamed, "Don't put the wand down. I can't help you. I don't have much ability. I can't even transform a tea bag." No. "
"Don't worry about the Statute of Secrecy now. You will inevitably be punished anyway. You will die for a fire dragon, and you will die for a dragon egg. Speaking of the Act for the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards..." Mrs. Figg and Harry were at the same time. When I noticed the figure at the corner of the alley, I couldn't help but feel my heart in my throat.
It wasn't until she got closer and saw the person's face clearly that she breathed a sigh of relief. Mrs. Figg murmured in a low voice: "Oh, it's Mr. Prentiss... Don't put the wand away, kid, I Haven't I been telling you that it doesn't work?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you were a squib before, Mrs. Figg? I came to your house so many times..."
< br>Harry remembered the days when he lived in a cramped stairwell. When the Dursleys and the three of them went out for business, they would always entrust him to the care of Mrs. Figg. Her attitude was not very good.
"Dumbledore asked me to keep an eye on you, but I couldn't say anything. You were too young at the time. I'm sorry that I made you very unhappy, Harry, but if De If the Sili family thinks you like coming to my house, they will never let you come again."
"So, Dumbledore has been sending people to follow me?"
"Yes, of course. After what happened in June, do you still expect him to let you wander around alone? Child, they told me that you are very smart..."
Mrs. Figg's voice was a little sad, and she wrung her handkerchief tightly with her hands: "Now is not the time to talk about this, alas...How could Mundungus do this? He's supposed to be on duty until midnight. Where should I find him? How can I report this to Dumbledore? I can't apparate..."
"I have an owl. I can lend it to you."
"Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore needs to take action as soon as possible. Maybe you don't believe it, but I must remind you that the Ministry of Magic already knows, because they have a plan. Ways to detect the use of magic by minors——"
"Zongsi, right?"
Harry interrupted her murmuring, and the face with black hair and black pupils appeared in front of his eyes, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth, "The Ministry of Magic will not know, because I My friend has helped me remove the traces."
Mrs. Figg opened her mouth, with an incredible expression on her face, and unconsciously murmured: "Oh, my dear..."
< br>At this moment, there was a sharp explosion in the air in front of them, and then a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol arose. A short, fat man with an unshaven beard and wearing a tattered coat suddenly appeared in front of them.
Two short bow legs, long and messy ginger hair, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes made his face look as sad as a short-legged hunting dog.
Mrs. Figg glared at the man: "Mundungus Fletcher, I'm going to kill you!" Mundungus was holding the invisibility cloak produced by Borgin Blog Shop in his hand, and was frightened. Shrinking his neck, he looked at Mrs. Figg and then at Harry: "What happened, Figg? Didn't you say you won't reveal your identity?"
"Go. Don't reveal your identity! The dementors are here, you useless liar who is evading responsibility!"
"Dementors?" Mundungus repeated with a horrified expression. , "Dementors, here?"
"Yes, right here, you worthless pile of stinking turds, right here! The dementors attacked the children you are responsible for guarding! And you are You know how to sell those stolen crucibles! I told you not to go!" Mrs. Figg took her handbag and hit Mundungus on the face and neck with great force.
"I...well, I...this, this business is a rare opportunity, look -"
"Bang bang..."
"Ouch! Enough...enough You crazy old civet! You have to send someone to tell Dumbledore! "Yes! You'd better tell him! Why aren't you here?" br>
"I'm going right now, I'm going right now!"
Mundungus put down the arm that protected his head. His face was already bruised and swollen. With another ear-piercing explosion, he disappeared from the spot.
…
Hampstead Gardens, 9pm.
Loren sat next to the sofa, waiting for Professor Granger to review his Charms homework - "Analysis of the Basic Principles of Teleportation Magic with Similar Effects but Completely Different Implementation Paths".
The thesis assigned by Professor Flitwick requires spells with similar effects and does not specify teleportation magic. If possible, Loren would prefer to analyze the basic principles of the Levitation Spell and the Summoning Spell.
There is no need to look up the information, just lay out the origins and improvement process of the two magics, then excerpt a few paragraphs of analysis of the magic principles from Hermione's notebook, and finally make up a conclusion, and a standard paper is completed.
"Unfortunately, Professor Granger has other requests..." Loren muttered and glanced to the side.
Hermione was wearing a summer silk nightgown with a sullen face. She was sitting on the sofa, flipping through a paper in her hand. The desk lamp on the small wooden cabinet cast a soft light, illuminating the slightly yellowed hand. The parchment, and the dense letters scrawled on it:
"Before the Hogwarts Express, portkeys were a way to send students to wizarding schools without attracting the attention of Muggles... Every year, one-third of the students are late because they cannot find the door keys or miss the transmission time. In addition, many students also suffer from door key confusion. The main symptoms are nausea and hysteria..."
"Compared with the mainstream teleportation method, Floo Network is not without its shortcomings. Due to the ashes, heat and tension, clearly speaking the destination in the fire often goes wrong. Although Serious accidents rarely happened, but that doesn't mean they never happened... One day in 1855, the witch Violet Diliman jumped into the fireplace after quarreling with her husband, choking and burping while telling the story of her mother's home. The address disappeared in the fire and was searched to no avail until it reappeared twenty years later..."
Hermione flipped back and saw that there was no detailed introduction to the witch Violet Diliman. She couldn't help but raise her head and asked: "Then, where has she been in the past twenty years?"
< br> Loren glanced at her nightgown and felt her throat was a little tight: "She said the wrong place and showed up at the home of a handsome and wealthy wizard in Bury St. Edmunds. The two fell in love at first sight and lived together. She gave birth to seven children and was very happy."
"..."
Hermione's beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and she couldn't help but show a little disgust: "I haven't seen him again for twenty years. I didn't come back and break up with my ex-husband, and I didn't tell my worried mother, this..."
"So I didn't write it down..."
"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"
Loren's voice was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone. Hermione glanced at the old-fashioned phone that was vibrating not far away. The microphone was held by an invisible hand. He rose and fell into the hands of the person next to him:
"Hello? This is Loren Morgan..."
Hermione lowered her eyes and continued to read the second half of the paper: "Comparing the apparation of human wizards with the teleportation magic of house elves, as a common method of teleportation travel for wizards, it usually requires the use of a wand to cast spells. Only a handful of more skilled wizards can get rid of the restrictions of the wand. In addition, teleportation The transfer process will put a certain amount of pressure on the wizard's body..."
"Harry, what's wrong so late?"
Hermione's eyes paused and her ears slowly perked up.
"Well, you said, I was listening..."
"What happened next..."
"Huh? Ah!?"
He Min:...
This person definitely did it on purpose.
Hermione rolled her eyes silently, put the paper aside, stood up and sat next to him, leaning her ear against him.
Loren listened lazily to Harry's story about his encounter with the Dementors. When he heard that Mrs. Figg and Mundungus were arranged by Dumbledore to protect him at Privet Drive, he suddenly felt The scent of shower gel came closer, followed by a warm and soft cheek pressed against the back of his hand holding the microphone, tender and smooth.
Harry's voice went into his right ear and out the left.
"Fortunately, you cleared my trace in advance, otherwise I would be in trouble now! That Mundungus looks very unreliable, he seems to be the dark wizard in Knockturn Alley. He is even reselling stolen crucibles. He can't really be a criminal. How could Dumbledore arrange such a person? "
"Mrs. Figg is unwilling to reveal anything, just like Ron and the others..."
"You must have never imagined that Aunt Petunia actually knew about the dementors. She even exchanged letters with Dumbledore... ...They have always known about Voldemort, and now, they know that Voldemort is back."
In the receiver, Harry's voice paused: "Uncle Vernon wanted to drive me away, but Aunt Petunia received it. A yelling letter, and the voice in the letter said a word that had no beginning or end, so I stayed..."
(End of this chapter)