Vol 2 Chapter 782: Attack

Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting on the swing until a voice interrupted his contemplation.
He raised his head and looked around. The street lamps on the surrounding road glowed with fog, illuminating the silhouettes of a group of people walking through the park.
One of them was singing a bad song loudly, while the others were laughing. The expensive car they were sliding on made a soft sound.
Harry knew who those people were. The one in front was undoubtedly his cousin, Dudley Dursley, who was coming home with his loyal gang.
Dudley is as fat as he used to be, but a year of hard dieting and a new method have brought about a huge change in his physique. As Uncle Fernon happily said to those willing to listen to him, Dudley has recently become the heavyweight champion of the Southeastern Intercollegiate Boxing Competition. Uncle Fernon called it an aristocratic sport, which made Harry feel that Dudley looked more terrifying than when he used Harry as a boxing lob in his previous school.
Harry wasn't afraid of Dudley, he just felt that Dudley worked so hard to learn boxing, not because of celebration or praise.
The children around were afraid of Dudley — more afraid of "Potter" than they were — they had been sternly warned that this was a boy sent to the Santa Bruce Safety Center for juvenile offenders school — even more terrified.
Harry watched the dark figures walk across the lawn, wondering who they were teaching tonight?
"Look around," Harry thought he thought so, "Come on, look around, I'm sitting here, come and hit me..."
But they didn't turn around, they didn't see him, they were almost at the railing. Harry stopped the idea of ​​calling them. It was not a wise move to find a fight. He could not use magic, and he would be in danger of being expelled again.
The voice of the Dudley group disappeared. They walked towards Mulan Street and disappeared from sight.
Are you satisfied, Sirius, Harry thought sluggishly. He didn't act rashly and stayed obediently, the opposite of what Sirius did before.
Harry stood up and stretched.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Fernon felt that Dudley could go home anytime, and it would be too late after he got home. Uncle Fernon threatened Harry that he would lock him in the shed if he returned home later than Dudley, so, yawning dullly, still feeling gloomy, Harry walked towards the park gate.
Mulan Road, like Privet Road, is full of big, square houses with neatly trimmed grass. They belong to a tall, long square person. He drives a car like Uncle Fernon drove such a clean car.
Harry prefers the night at Xiaowei Jinlu. At this time, the window with curtains glows brilliantly like a gem in the dark, and at this time, when he walks past the tenants, someone thinks that he broke into the house and murmured dissatisfaction. .
He walked quickly, so he saw Dudley and his gang halfway along Mulan Road. They said goodbye to each other at the entrance of Mulan Xinyue Street.
Harry walked into the shadow of a lilac tree and waited.
"—He barks like a pig, doesn't he?" Malcolm said, making the others laugh.
"It's a great hook," Peel said.
"How about this time tomorrow night?" Dudley said.
"Come to my house, my parents are out." Gordon said.
"See you then!" Dudley said.
"Goodbye. Dudley!"
"Goodbye, boss!"
Harry waited until everyone else had left before coming out. When their voices subsided again, he walked around the corner, walked quickly, and quickly walked to a place very close to Dudley... Dudley was humming untuned songs in a leisurely and contented manner. It's ugly, doesn't he know that his five tones are incomplete?
"Hey, boss!"
Dudley turned around.
"Oh, it's you!" Dudley grunted
"You are mostly old?" Harry asked.
"Shut up!" Dudley roared and walked away.
"What a cool name!" Harry said, and he smiled and walked behind his cousin. "For me, you will always be a'heart and soul'.
"I said, shut up!" Dudley said, his ham-like hands were already clenched into fists. "Do those people know what your mother called you?"
"shameless!"
"You won't say she is shameless. Then I can call you'heart Dudley' or'Dali's little boy'?"
Dudley didn't say anything, it seemed that he needed to endure with all his strength to stop beating Harry.
"Then who are you hitting tonight?" Harry asked, his smile disappearing. "Another kid who is a few years old? You beat Mark Ivan two days ago."
"He deserves it!" Dudley growled.
"is it?"
"He insulted me!"
"Really? Does he mean you are like a pig that is taught to walk on hind legs? That's not an insult, Dudley, that's a fact!" Harry said helplessly. This was all where Fanlin was at a certain summer church. his.
"A muscle in Dudley's jaw is shaking, which makes Harry very satisfied-he knows that it makes Dudley very angry. He feels that it makes his whole body frustration feel like being transmitted to his cousin through a straw Go-this is his only way to vent.
They turned right to the narrow path-where Harry first saw Sirius, which was a shortcut intersection between Mulan Moon Street and Wisteria Road.
It's empty and darker than the road he connects to, because there are no street lights.
Their footsteps sounded dull surrounded by the garage on one side and the fence on the other.
"Think you are a strong man who can hide everything, right?" Dudley said after a few seconds.
"what's up?"
"The thing you want to hide."
Harry smiled again.
"It's not as stupid as you look, is it? Dudley? But I don't think you can talk while walking, right?" He pulled out his wand and saw Dudley look sideways.
"You are not allowed!" Dudley said immediately, "I know the rules, if you do, you will be expelled from that weird school!"
"How do you know they haven't changed the regulations? Boss?"
"They didn't!" Dudley said, although he didn't sound sure. Harry smiled softly.
"You can't beat me without that thing, can you?" Dudley growled. "So you need four guys to stand behind you so you can beat a few years old? You know your boxing title is What? How old is your opponent? 7 years old? 8 years old?"
"I stunned him for 20 minutes before waking up. He is as heavy as you two! You wait for me to ask Dad to take out that thing—"
"Going to Dad again? Does his beloved boxing champion fear Harry's dirty little wand?"
"Not so brave at night?" Dudley sneered.
"This is the night, Dudley's heart, and this is what we call the night."
"I mean when you sleep!" Dudley growled. He stopped, and Harry stopped too, looking at his cousin.
From Dudley's fuzzy face, he saw a strange triumphant expression.
"What do you mean? Am I not brave enough when I sleep?" Harry said.
"What do you think I'm afraid of? Pillow or what?"
"I heard it last night," Dudley said, holding his breath. "You're talking in a sleep, moan again."
"What do you mean?" Harry said again, but a cold feeling jumped into his stomach. He dreamed of the cemetery again last night.
Dudley let out a harsh laugh, then pretended to be a high-pitched whimper, "Don't kill Cedric! Don't take him away! Who is Cedric? Is your boyfriend?"
"I—you lied!" Harry said mechanically, but his mouth was dry. He knew Dudley hadn't lied. Did he hear anything else about Cedrik?
"Dad, save me! Dad! He's going to kill me!" "Shut up!" Harry said quietly, "Shut up! Dudley! I warn you!"
"Come and save me! Dad! Come and save me! Mom! That man took Cedric away! Dad! Save me! He—isn’t it me you said?" Dudley leaned against the alley wall on.
Ha used his magic wand to point directly at Dudley's heart. Harry could feel the hatred of Dudley for 15 years hitting every inch of his body-why didn't he hit Dudley now? Let Dudley crawl home like a bug? Make him unable to speak and grow insect tentacles?
"Don't talk about that again!" Harry yelled, "Do you understand?"
"Point that thing to something else!"
"I said, understand?"
"Pointing to something else!"
"Do you understand it?"
"Take that thing away from me—" Dudley gasped and said in a strange trembling voice, as if he had been immersed in ice water. Something seemed to happen to the night sky. The stars in the indigo sky were suddenly painted black and lost their light-the stars, the moon, the dim street lights on both sides of the alleys disappeared, the rumble of cars and the whispers of trees disappear Up.
The mild night suddenly became stinging and sharply cold. They were completely surrounded by an impenetrable, silent darkness, as if a huge hand had completely covered the alley with a thick cloak.
For a moment, Harry thought he had unintentionally used some magic again, despite his efforts to restrain it. Then he realized that he was wrong. He did not have the ability to extinguish the stars. He turned his head to the road and then to the other side, wanting to see something, but the darkness seemed to cover his eyes with a light veil.
Dudley's fearful voice reached Harry's ears, "You--what are you doing? Stop--stop!"
"I didn't do anything! Shut up! Don't move!"
"I can't see anything! I'm blind! I—"
"I said shut up!" Harry stood quietly, turning his invisible eyes to the left and then to the right. The cold was so strong that he was trembling all over, he had goosebumps on his arms, and all the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He opened his eyes to the maximum and looked around blankly, but saw nothing. It's impossible—they can't be here—it's impossible in Xiaowei Jinlu, he listened nervously, he could hear them before seeing them...
"I—I want to tell Dad—" Dudley whimpered, "Where are you? What are you doing—"
"Can't you just shut up?" Harry hissed, "I'm trying to listen--"
But he was silent suddenly, and he heard what worried him most. There was something in the alley that didn’t belong there, something was breathing long, hoarse, clicking, and Harry felt like he was standing in the cold air. Trembling inside.
"Stop—stop! Stop! I will hit you! I swear I will!"
"Dali, close..."
Pong!
A fist hit Harry on the head, making him unstable. He is staring at gold stars.
For the second time in an hour, Harry felt that his head had been split in half, and in the next second, he felt that he had fallen to the ground and his wand had dropped.
"You idiot! Dudley!" Harry called, his eyes full of tears from the pain, and he crawled on the ground with his hands and knees. He heard Dudley run away awkwardly, knocked down the fence of the alley, and fell.
"Dali! Come back! You are running to that thing!" Harry stopped with a scream of fear. At the same time, Harry felt the cold climb on his back, which only proved one thing, more than one.
"Dudley! Shut your mouth! No matter what you do! Shut your mouth! Magic wand!" Harry grunted frantically, his hands flicking on the ground like a spider, "Where? Hurry up—the fluorescent light flashes!"
He spoke the spell mechanically, desperately illuminating what he was looking for,-he thought it was incredible, the wand was glowing a few inches from his right hand-the wand head lit up.
Harry grabbed it and staggered to his feet and looked around.
His stomach is twisted. A towering thing with a turban was slid towards him, hovering on the ground, unable to see the face or feet under the robe, and sucking hungrily in the night when it came over. Stumbled back, Harry raised his wand.
"Call God to guard!"
A small puff of silver gas shot from the end of the wand and the dementor slowed down, but the spell did not fully work.
Stumbled, he backed away when the dementor approached him, his brain filled with fear-concentration! A pair of gray, slimy, pimple hands stretched out from under the dementor's robes, trying to reach him, and a quick voice filled Harry's ears.
"Holy guard!" His voice sounded faint and distant, and another small wisp of silver smoke-faint than before-floated from the wand-he couldn't do it, he couldn't make the spell work. There was a burst of laughter in his head, a sharp, cold laugh, he could smell the dementor's rotting, deathly cold breath filling his lungs, and he was almost drowning-think about- Happy things-but there is no happiness in his head, the dementor’s cold fingers have tightened on his throat, the shrill sneer is getting louder and louder, and there is a voice in his head saying: "To the death Bow, Harry-maybe there is no pain at all...-I don't know...-I have never died..."
He will never see his friends anymore! Suddenly their faces appeared in his head~EbookFREE.me~ He struggled to breathe, "Holy guard!!"
A huge stag of silver sprayed from the port of his wand, and its antlers hit the dementor’s heart. The dementor was knocked backwards and drifted away like darkness, when the stag attacked again. , The dementor was knocked back, fell down, and fled like a bat.
"Here!" Harry called to the stag. He ran down the alley and raised the lit wand. "Dali? Dudley?" He ran for almost a dozen steps and found them: Dudley bends down. On the ground, his hand covered his face. The second dementor bent down, grabbed Dudley’s wrists with his sticky hands, pulled them away like a favorite, and lowered his turbaned face to Dudley, as if to kiss. He is the same.
"Grab it!" Harry roared, and with a rapid roar, the silver stag he had summoned quickly passed him, and when the dementor's eyeless face was an inch away, the antlers held back With it, the monster was lifted into the air, and then, like his companion, he flew away and disappeared from the night sky; the stag slowly ran to the end of the path, and then turned into silver smoke and disappeared.