Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

Night has fallen, and a sultry night has arrived. The air is filled with warm hay, and all around can be heard the low sound of vehicles coming from the road outside the playground railing.

Harry didn't know how long he sat on the swing, and then the sound of other people's voices interrupted his contemplation. He raised his head, and the street lights on the surrounding streets cast a hazy light and shadow. He could see a group of figures walking across the playground, one of them humming a vulgar song loudly while the others laughed.

Harry knew who those people were. The first one was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking home accompanied by his gang of friends. Harry had seen this scene many times during this holiday.

Dudley was still as tall and tall as before, but after a year of strictly controlling his diet and developing a new talent, his physique had greatly improved. Vernon happily told everyone he met that Dudley had recently become the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Interschool Boxing Champion. This "noble sport," as Uncle Vernon called it, made Dudley even more formidable. When Harry was in elementary school, he served as Dudley's first lob when he practiced boxing. At that time, he felt that Dudley was powerful enough. Now Harry no longer has the slightest fear of his cousin. As long as he wants, he can do it at any time. He could get Dudley to lie on the ground, but that was a price Harry wasn't willing to bear.

Watching those dark figures walking across the grass. I wonder who they beat up again tonight, Harry thought as he stared at the dark figures.

Since the last time Peggy was inflated, the Dursleys have restrained themselves a lot. As guardians of underage wizards, Muggles can know things about the wizarding world, so the Dursley family was not erased by the Ministry of Magic's memory cancellers at that time. Dudley no longer dares to mess with Harry - after all, he is fat enough now, and if he becomes like Maggie, he may not even be able to get out of the house.

Watching Dudley and his gang walking away, Harry looked up at the sky and felt that it was time for him to go back. The Dursleys would not leave the door open for him if he went back too late.

He got off the swing and stood on the ground, straightening his body. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to think that whenever Dudley showed up, that time would be the time to go home. As long as it was after this time, it would be too late. Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley again. So, Harry could only walk towards the gate of the playground with a sad expression.

Magnolia Road, like Privet Drive, is filled with large square houses and the grass is perfectly manicured. Their owners were big, boxy guys who drove spotless cars like Uncle Vernon's. Harry preferred the Little Whinging area at night. The windows with curtains were drawn, showing jewel-like bright blocks of color in the dark. During the day, whenever he passed by the heads of households, he would always hear this " The dissatisfied murmurs of teenagers and criminals are gone now.

Harry walked very fast, and halfway along Magnolia Road, he saw Dudley's gang again. They were saying goodbye to each other at the entrance to Magnolia Crescent.

Ignoring the group of people, Harry followed the shadows and walked over. Although he couldn't stand the behavior of Dudley's gang, Harry didn't want to care about them as long as they didn't mess with him. He had already made Uncle Vernon very unhappy today. If he provoked Dudley again now, Harry knew that he might be locked in his room tomorrow.

Harry turned into the narrow alley where he first saw Sirius, which was much darker than the two streets it connected because there were no street lights. The alley was surrounded by a garage wall on one side and a high fence on the other, so his footsteps seemed dull. When Harry first stepped out of the alley, he heard Dudley's footsteps at the other end of the alley. It seemed that they had all taken a shortcut.

As soon as he stepped out of the alley, Harry suddenly shivered strangely and gasped, as if he had been soaked by cold water. The 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 suddenly disappeared. The rumble of cars passing by in the distance and the rustle of nearby leaves could no longer be heard. What had been a mild and pleasant night suddenly turned bitterly cold.

This feeling was all too familiar to Harry - frighteningly familiar.

He didn't even have time to think about why the dementors were here, why they were in Little Whinging, Harry ran away. Every time he met the dementors, Harry behaved very badly. The first time he fainted on the train, the second time he fainted on the broom... If no one was around him the first two times, Harry would I couldn't believe what happened. The first time it was Solim and Professor Lupin, the second time it was Dumbledore who came to the rescue, but what about this time? Who else could Harry rely on? Dudley behind him?

Harry knew how to deal with Dementors, and he had practiced the spell, but he still hadn't fully mastered the Patronus Charm. Solim had told him before that using the Patronus Charm at his current level to deal with dementors would have no effect.

Harry could only run away. Now he was really beginning to regret not paying attention to this curse. Originally, he thought he would never see the Dementors again after they evacuated Hogwarts.

After all, the dementors were the guards of Azkaban, and there would be no trace of them in the outside world. But now there were dementors coming to Little Whinging, and Harry was almost certain that they were coming for him.

It was extremely cold everywhere, and Harry couldn't help but tremble all over. Goosebumps appeared on his arms, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. As he ran, Harry's pace slowed down, and he heard...for a while It sounded like a breath held in one's throat - dull and hoarse.

Harry stood shivering in the biting cold night, feeling a strong sense of fear. He knew the dementors were coming soon, and Harry knew he had no choice (money wise) and he had to do something.

Pulling out his wand, Harry tried hard to remember happy things, things that made him feel happy. When I received my notice from Hogwarts, when I rode a broomstick for the first time, when I won Quidditch for the first time...

Harry was too nervous, too nervous. His thoughts and memories were intermittent. Even if he thought of specific scenes, it couldn't bring him any happiness or joyful emotions. Only then did he truly understand Solim's words: When you really encounter a dementor, you will find that it will be difficult to release the physical guardian angel - this sentence confused Solim's words to Hermione and the others. These are the words of those who have been able to release their physical guardian spirits.

And what about himself? Harry's mouth felt bitter. Even when he was practicing, he could only emit some thin silver mist, and when he actually faced the dementors, he found that he couldn't even emit such a thin silver mist. .