HP Magic Biography

"But what is a dementor," Uncle Vernon asked violently. "What can they do?"

"I told you-they **** all the happiness out of you," Harry said, "and if they have a chance, they will kiss you-"

"Kiss you?" Uncle Vernon's eyes almost burst open. "Kiss you?"

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

Aunt Petunia let out a scream.

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

Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley's shoulder and shook it vigorously, as if to check that she could hear Dudley's soul shaking inside.

"Of course they didn't **** Dudley's soul, you would know if they did." Harry was enraged.

"Then you repelled them, son?" Uncle Vernon said loudly, as if a man tried his best to bring the conversation back to a level he could understand. "Defeat them one-on-two, is it you, son?"

"He can't deal with the dementors with one enemy and two," Harry squeezed from his gritted teeth.

"So why is he okay?" Uncle Vernon growled. "Why didn't he get emptied?"

"Because I cast the patron saint curse—" Harry's chest undulated violently. Although such things are not uncommon, they are particularly angry now.

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

"Swear in the name of God," Uncle Vernon growled, and a large beard was pulled from his chin, a move he hadn't done in a long time. "I don't want to see owls here, I can't stand it anymore, I tell you!"

But Harry had already removed a roll of parchment from the owl's leg. He was pretty sure that this letter was sent by Dumbledore, and it explained everything—the Dementor, Mrs. Figg, what the Ministry of Magic was going to do, how he and Dumbledore should calm everything down—but This was the first time in his life he was disappointed to see Sirius' handwriting.

Pretending not to hear Uncle Vernon's complaint about the owl, and not seeing how soon dust fell into Uncle Vernon's eyes because the owl was closest to him when he flew back to the fireplace, Harry read Sirius' note.

Arthur has told us what happened. Whatever you are going to do, don't leave that house again. Harry found their response to what happened tonight was so inadequate, so he closed the parchment and started looking for the remaining letters, but there was nothing.

And Harry's temper rose again.

Isn't anyone saying "good job" about his single defeat of two dementors? Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius acted as if he had been misbehaving and were reluctant to talk to him until they were sure of the damage caused by him.

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

"I can't stop the owl from entering," Harry squeezed Sirius' letter fiercely in his fist.

"I need the truth about what happened tonight!" Uncle Vernon called. "If the Dementor hurt Dudley, will you be fired? You used that—you know, you have admitted it! "

Harry took a deep, steady breath. His head became hot again. The thing he wants to do most now is to leave the kitchen and stay away from the Dursleys.

"I used the patron saint magic to kill the dementors," Harry forced himself to calm down and said, "This is the only thing that can resist them."

"But what is the dementor doing on Xiaowei Jinlu?" Uncle Vernon also raised his voice.

"I can't tell you," Harry said wearily. "Because I don't know either." His head is now staring at gold 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, kid, I know. Otherwise, why do they come here? Why do they show up in the alley? You are the only one here—the only one. ——"

Obviously, he couldn't get himself to say the word wizard. "The only one--you know what I mean--you are the only one within a few miles of a radius, oh, there is not one more, but they have moved away."

"I don't know why they are here, and Fanlin is in Egypt. This matter has nothing to do with him." Harry tried his best not to think about it, but due to Uncle Vernon's words, Harry's exhausted brain was restored. Into the working state.

Why did the dementors come to Xiaowei Jinlu? Why did they happen to show up when Harry arrived in the alley? How were they transmitted? Has the Ministry of Magic lost control of the Dementors? Or, as Dumbledore predicted, they abandoned Azkaban and joined Voldemort's camp?

Fanlin said this before. Before he left, Harry received a letter from Fanlin and Hermione, asking him to be as careful as possible during the holiday...

"Are these dementors guarding certain weird prisons?" Uncle Vernon asked, his words interrupting Harry's thinking.

"Yes," Harry said. If his head stops hurting, if he can leave the kitchen and return to his dark bedroom to continue thinking...

"Oh! They're here to arrest you!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed happily, with a triumphant atmosphere like a man came to an impeccable conclusion. "Right, kid? You broke the law!"

"Of course I didn't," Harry said. He shook his head as if trying to drive a fly away, and his mind was moving at full speed now. So why?

"That person must have sent them," Harry said calmly, and this sentence meant far more to him than to Uncle Vernon.

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

"Voldemort," Harry said. He didn't think how strong the Dursleys were. They would shrink back when they heard the words wizard, magic or magic wand, but they didn't tremble when they heard the name of the most evil wizard ever.

"Voldemort, wait—" Uncle Vernon said, his face rallied, and a suddenly realized expression appeared in his pig-like eyes.

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

"The murderer who killed my parents, yes," Harry said flatly.

"But he's gone," Uncle Vernon said impatiently, without any slightest indication that he felt that discussing the murder of Harry's parents was a painful topic.

"That's what the big guy (referring to Hagrid) said. He has already escaped."

"He's back." Harry said gravely.

This feeling was very strange. Standing in Aunt Petunia's over-cleaned kitchen, next to a tall refrigerator and a big screen TV, he was discussing Voldemort peacefully with Uncle Vernon.

The dementor's visit to Xiaowei Jinlu seems to have broken the huge, invisible wall between the non-magical world and the magical world of Privet Road.

Harry's two lives seemed to be messed up to some extent, everything seemed to be reversed.

The Dursleys were asking about the details of the wizarding world, and Mrs. Figg knew that Dumbledore, the dementor soaring on Xiaowei Jin Road, and 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 could not tell why this incident had such a powerful impact on him at the moment; all he knew was He wasn't the only person in this house who knew what Voldemort's return meant.

Aunt Petunia had never seen Harry like this in her life. Her huge, pale eyes (how different they are from her sister) are not shrinking because of disgust or anger, they are enlarged because of fear.

Aunt Petunia's violent disguise runs through Harry's entire life-pretending that there is no magic, there is no other world except Vernon-and all this seems to be gone.

"Yes," Harry was speaking directly to Aunt Petunia now, "He came back a month ago. I saw him."

Aunt Petunia's hand groped Dudley's leather coat shoulder, and grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait," said Uncle Vernon. He looked at his wife, Harry, and then his wife. It was obvious that he was dizzy and confused by this extraordinary understanding. It seemed that some change was already in them. Happened in time.

"Wait! You said Voldemort has returned."

"Yes."

"He is the one who killed your parents?"

"Yes."

"And now he sends the Dementor behind you."

"It looks like this," Harry said.

"I see," Uncle Vernon said, and he looked at his pale wife and Harry, then put on his trousers. He looked emotional, his huge purple face stretched before Harry's eyes.

"Excellent, then the matter will be resolved," he said, and the front of the shirt wrinkled as he smoothed his shirt. "Can you get out of this house, kid!"

"What?" Harry asked.

"You heard what I said—get out!" Uncle Vernon snarled, and even Aunt Petunia and Dudley jumped up this time.

"Go! Go! I should have done this many years ago! Owl used this house as a lounge. Ding exploded and more than half of the sofas were ruined. Dudley's tail, the markings around the ceiling, and that car A flying Ford car-go! Go! You did it all! You are a record of history! If some madman follows you, you shouldn’t stay here anymore, you can’t endanger my wife and children , You can’t bring us trouble. If you want to go the same way as your useless parents, I have to do it! Get out!"

Harry froze in place.

The letter from the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Weasley, and Sirius was now pinched in his left hand.

Don't leave this house again, no matter what 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 thought that Uncle Vernon's saliva would reach his face.

"Go away! You were very eager to leave half an hour ago! I was behind you then! Get out, don't step on the door of our house again! I don't know why we took you in when we first saw you, Ma The grid is correct. The place you should stay is an orphanage. We overestimate our strengths and think we can drive magic from you, think we can restore you to normal, but you are rotten from the beginning , And I have had enough-owl!"

The fifth owl fell from the chimney. It fell so fast that it actually hit the ground before it flew again, making a sharp and painful cry.

Harry raised his hand to grab the letter. It was wrapped in a red envelope, but the owl went over his head and flew directly to Aunt Petunia. The aunt gave a scream and squatted down quickly, holding it in his arms. Hold your head.

Owl threw the letter directly on Aunt Petunia's head, turned and flew away from the chimney. Harry dashed over to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia hit him.

"You can open him if you want," Harry said, "but I can hear what it says anyway. That's a wizard yelling letter."

"Let's stay away from it, Petunia!" Vernon called.

"Don't touch it, it's dangerous!"

"It was sent to me," Aunt Petunia said in a trembling voice. "It was sent to me, Vernon, look! Mrs. Dursley Petunia in the kitchen at No. 4 Privet Road. !" She held her breath in horror.

The red envelope sleeve has already started to smoke.

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

"No!" Aunt Petunia trembled her hands. She looked around the kitchen to find an escape route, but it was too late—the envelope was already burning. Aunt Petunia screamed and threw the letter away. A terrible sound filled the kitchen, echoing in this small space, and the sound came from the burning letter on the table.

"Remember my last time, Petunia."

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

"What is this?" Uncle Vernon asked hoarsely. "What-what-no-Penny?"

Aunt Petunia said nothing.

Dudley stared at his mother stupidly, his mouth closed.

A terrible silence hovered in the kitchen. Harry looked at his aunt, puzzled, and his head started to tingle again.

"Penny, dear?" Uncle Vernon asked timidly, "Penny?"

The aunt raised her head. Her body was still shaking. Her throat was swallowing.

"This kid-this kid must stay here, Vernon," she said weakly.

"W-what?"

"He's staying here," Aunt Petunia said, her eyes not looking at Harry. She moved again.

"He...but Petunia."

"If we sweep him out, the neighbors will discuss it." She said. She quickly returned to her usual brisk and noisy behavior, although her face was still pale. "They will ask embarrassing questions. They will ask Harry where he is. We must keep him."

Uncle Vernon was as flat as an old tire. UU reading www.uukanshu. com "But Petunia, dear-"

Aunt Petunia ignored him. She walked straight to Harry.

"You have to stay in your room," she said, "you don't leave this house. Go to bed now." But Harry didn't move.

"Who sent that wizard roaring letter?"

"Don't ask questions," Aunt Petunia stopped sharply.

"Are you still in touch with the wizards?" Harry asked.

"I tell 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, go to bed now!"