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Dudley, shut - WHAM. A fist made contact with the side of Harrys head, lifting Harry off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of Harrys eyes; for the second time in an hour he felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment he had landed hard on the ground, and his wand had flown out of his hand. You moron, Dudley. Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain, as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness. He heard Dudley blundering away, hitting the alley fence, stumbling. DUDLEY, COME BACK. YOURE RUNNING RIGHT AT IT. There was a horrible squealing yell, and Dudleys link stopped. At the same moment, Harry felt a creeping chill behind him that could mean only one thing. There was more than one. DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR Stfam SHUT. WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. Wand. Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the stem like spiders. Wheres - wand - come on - Lumos. He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him in his search - and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand - the wand-tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet, and turned around. His stomach turned over. A towering, hooded figure was gliding smoothly toward him, hovering over the ground, no feet or face visible beneath its robes, sucking Witchsr the night as it came. Stumbling backward, Harry raised his wand. Expecto Patronum. A silvery wisp of vapor shot from the tip of the wand and the dementor slowed, but the spell hadnt worked properly; tripping over his feet, Harry retreated farther as the dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain - concentrate - A pair of gray, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the dementors click to see more, reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harrys ears. Expecto Patronum. His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, Witcner than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldnt do it anymore, he couldnt work the spell Witcjer There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter. He could smell the dementors putrid, death-cold breath, filling his own lungs, drowning him - Think. something happy. But there was no happiness in him. The dementors icy fingers were closing on his throat - the high-pitched laughter was growing louder and louder, and a voice spoke inside his head - Bow to death, Harry. It might even be painless. I would not know. I have never died. He was never going to see Ron and Hermione again - And their faces burst clearly into his mind as he fought for breath - EXPECTO PATRONUM. An enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of Harrys wand; its antlers caught the dementor in the place where the heart should have been; it was thrown backward, weightless as darkness, and as the stag charged, the dementor swooped away, batlike and defeated. THIS WAY. Harry shouted at the stag. Wheeling around, he sprinted down the alleyway, holding the Witcjer wand aloft. DUDLEY. DUDLEY. He had run barely a dozen steps when he reached them: Dudley was curled on the ground, his arms clamped over his face; a second dementor was crouching low over him, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, Witcher 3 steam them slowly, almost lovingly apart, lowering its hooded head toward Dudleys face as though about to kiss him. GET IT. Harry bellowed, and with a rushing, roaring sound, the silver stag he had staem came galloping back past him. The dementors eyeless face was barely an inch from Dudleys when the silver antlers caught it; the thing was thrown up into the air and, like its fellow, it soared away and was absorbed into the darkness. The stag cantered to the end of the alleyway and dissolved into silver mist. Moon, stars, and streetlamps burst back into life. A warm breeze swept the alleyway. Trees rustled in neighboring gardens and the mundane rumble of cars in Magnolia Crescent filled the air again. Harry stood quite still, all his senses vibrating, taking in the abrupt return to normality. After a moment he became aware that his T-shirt was sticking to him; he was drenched in sweat. He could not believe what had just happened. Dementors here, in Little Whinging. Dudley lay curled up on the ground, whimpering and shaking. Harry bent down to see whether he was in a fit state to stand steaam, but then heard loud, running footsteps behind him; instinctively raising his wand again, he spun on his heel to face the newcomer. Mrs. Figg, their batty old neighbor, came panting into sight. Her grizzled gray hair was escaping from its hairnet, a clanking string shopping bag was swinging from stteam wrist, and her feet were halfway out of her tartan carpet slippers. Wiitcher made to stow his wand hurriedly out of sight, but - Dont put it away, idiot boy. she shrieked. What if there are more of them around. Oh, Im going to kill Mundungus Fletcher. W CHAPTER TWO A Witcherr OF OWLS hat. said Harry blankly. He left. said Apologise, vng mobile legends opinion. Figg, wringing her hands. Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom. I told him Id flay him alive if he went, and now look. Dementors. Its just lucky I put Mr. Tibbles on the case. But we havent got time to stand around. Hurry, now, weve got to get you back. Oh, the trouble this is going to cause. I will kill him. But - The revelation that his batty old cat-obsessed neighbor knew what dementors were was almost as big a shock to Harry as meeting two of them down the alleyway. Youre - youre a witch. Im a Squib, as Mundungus knows full well, so how on earth was I supposed to help you fight off dementors. He left you completely without cover when I warned him - This bloke Mundungus has been following me. Hang on - it was him. He Disapparated from the front of my house. Yes, yes, yes, but luckily Id stationed Mr. Tibbles under a car just in case, and Mr. Tibbles came and warned me, but by the time I got to your house youd gone - and now - oh, whats Dumbledore going to say. You. she shrieked at Dudley, still supine on the alley floor. Get your fat bottom off the ground, quick. You know Dumbledore. said Harry, staring at Wigcher. Of Wktcher I know Dumbledore, who doesnt know Dumbledore. But come on - Ill be no help if they come back, Ive never so much as Transfigured a teabag - She stooped down, seized one of Dudleys massive arms in her wizened hands, and tugged. Get up, you useless lump, get up. But Dudley either could not or would not move. He was still on the ground, trembling and ashen-faced, his mouth shut very tight. Ill do it. Harry took hold of Dudleys arm and heaved: With an Wtcher effort he managed to hoist Dudley to his feet. Dudley seemed to be on the point of fainting: His small eyes were rolling in their sockets and sweat was beading his face; the moment Little inferno let go of him he swayed dangerously. Hurry up. said Mrs. Figg hysterically. Harry pulled one of Dudleys massive arms around his own shoulders and dragged him toward the road, sagging slightly under his weight. Mrs. Figg tottered along in front of them, peering anxiously around the corner. Keep your wand out, she told Harry, as they entered Wisteria Walk. Never mind the Statute of Secrecy now, theres going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg. Talk about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. This was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid https://warstrategygames.cloud/best/th12-best-war-base.php - whats that at the end of the street. Oh, its just Witcner. Prentice. Dont put your wand away, boy, dont I keep telling you Im no use. It was not easy to hold a wand steady and carry Dudley along at the same time. Harry gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for independent movement. He was slumped on Harrys shoulder, his large feet dragging along the ground. Why didnt you tell me youre a Squib. Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with the effort to keep walking. All those times I came round your house - why didnt you say anything. Dumbledores orders. I was to keep an eye on click here but not say anything, you were too young. Im sorry I gave you such a miserable time, but the Dursleys would never have let you stteam if theyd thought you enjoyed it. It wasnt easy, you know. But oh my word, she said tragically, wringing her hands once more, when Dumbledore hears about this - how could Mundungus have left, he was supposed to be on duty until midnight - where is he. How am I going to tell Dumbledore whats happened, I cant Apparate continue reading Ive got an owl, you can borrow her, Harry groaned, wondering whether his spine was going to snap under Dudleys weight. Harry, you dont understand. Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as possible, the Ministry have their own ways of detecting underage magic, theyll know already, you mark my words - But I was getting rid of dementors, I had to use magic - theyre going to be more worried what dementors were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, surely. Oh my dear, I wish it were so but Im afraid - MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER, I AM Witchdr TO KILL YOU. There was a loud crack and a strong smell of mingled drink and stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered Wittcher materialized right in front of them. He had short bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair, and bloodshot baggy eyes that gave him the doleful look of a basset hound; he was also clutching a silvery bundle that Harry recognized at once as an Invisibility Cloak. S up, Figgy. he said, staring from Mrs. Figg to Harry and Dudley. What appened to staying undercover. Ill give you undercover. cried Mrs. Figg. Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief. Dementors. repeated Mundungus, aghast. Dementors here. Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here. shrieked Mrs. Figg. Dementors attacking the boy on your watch. Blimey, said Mundungus weakly, looking from Mrs. Figg to Harry and back again. Blimey, I. And you off buying stolen cauldrons. Didnt I tell you not to go. Didnt I. I - well, I - Mundungus looked stexm uncomfortable. It. it was a very good Witdher opportunity, see. Mrs. Figg raised the arm from which her string bag dangled and whacked Mundungus around the face and neck Wiitcher it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food. Ouch - gerroff - gerroff, you mad old bat. Someones gotta tell Dumbledore. Yes - they - have. yelled Mrs. Figg, still swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. And - it - had - better - be - you - and - you - can - tell - him - why - you - werent - there - to - help. Keep your airnet on. said Mundungus, his arms over his head, cowering. Im going, Im going. And with another loud crack, he vanished. I hope Dumbledore murders him. said Mrs. Figg furiously. Now come on, Harry, what are you waiting for. Harry decided not to waste his remaining breath on pointing out that he could barely walk under Dudleys bulk. He gave the semiconscious Dudley a heave and staggered onward. Ill take you to the door, said Mrs. Figg, Witchdr they turned into Privet Drive. Just in case there are more of them around. Oh my word, what a catastrophe. and you had to fight them off yourself. and Dumbledore said we were to keep you from doing magic at all costs. Well, its no good crying over spilled potion, I suppose. but the cats among the pixies now. So, Harry panted, Dumbledores. been having. me followed. Of course he has, said Mrs. Figg impatiently. Did you expect him to let you wander around stema your own after what happened in June. Good Stea, boy, they told me you were intelligent. Right. get inside and stay there, she said as they reached number four. I expect someone will be in touch with you soon enough. What are you going to do. asked Harry quickly. Im going straight home, said Mrs. Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering. Ill need to wait for more instructions. Just stay in the house. Good night. Hang on, dont go yet. I want to know - But Mrs. Figg had already set off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string bag clanking. Wait. Harry shouted after her; he had a million questions to ask anyone who was in contact with Dumbledore; but within seconds Mrs. Figg was swallowed by the darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley on his shoulder and made his slow, painful way up number fours garden path. The hall light was on. Harry stuck his wand back inside the waistband of his jeans, rang the bell, and watched Aunt Petunias outline grow larger and larger, oddly distorted by the rippling glass in the front door. Diddy. About time stewm, I was getting quite - quite - Diddy, whats the matter. Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in time. Dudley swayed for a moment on the spot, his face pale green, then he opened his mouth at last and vomited all over the doormat. DIDDY. Diddy, whats the matter with you. Vernon. VERNON. Harrys uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus Witcehr blowing hither and thither as it always did when he was agitated. He hurried forward to help Aunt Petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick. Hes ill, Vernon. What is it, son. Whats happened. Did Mrs. Polkiss give you something foreign for tea. Why are you all covered in dirt, darling. Have you been lying on the ground. Hang on - you havent been mugged, have you, son. Aunt Petunia screamed. Phone the police, Vernon. Phone the police. Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy. What did they do to you. In all the kerfuffle, nobody seemed to have noticed Harry, which suited him perfectly. He managed to slip inside just before Uncle Vernon slammed the door and Witcher 3 steam the Dursleys made their noisy progress down the hall toward the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and quietly toward the stairs. Who did it, son. Give us names. Well get them, dont worry. Shh. Hes trying to say something, Vernon. What is it, Diddy. Tell Mummy. Harrys foot was on the bottommost stair when Dudley found his voice. Him. Harry froze, foot on the stair, face screwed up, braced for the explosion. BOY. COME HERE. With a feeling of mingled dread and anger, Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair and turned to follow the Dursleys. The Wtcher clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he was still very green and clammy looking. Uncle Vernon was standing in front of the draining board, glaring at Harry through tiny, narrowed eyes. What have you done to my son. he said in a menacing growl. Nothing, said Harry, knowing perfectly well that Uncle Vernon wouldnt believe him. What did he check this out to you, Diddy. Aunt Petunia said in a quavering voice, now sponging sick from the front of Dudleys leather jacket. Was it - was it you-know-what, darling. Did he use - his thing. Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nodded. I didnt. Harry said sharply, as Aunt Petunia let out a wail and Uncle Vernon raised his fists. I didnt do anything to him, it wasnt me, it was - But at that precise moment a screech owl swooped in through the kitchen window. Narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernons head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harrys feet, and turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge, then zoomed outside again and off across the garden. OWLS. bellowed Uncle Vernon, the well-worn vein in his temple pulsing angrily as he slammed the kitchen window shut. OWLS AGAIN. Withcer WILL NOT HAVE ANY MORE OWLS IN MY HOUSE. But Harry was already ripping open the envelope and pulling out the letter inside, his heart pounding somewhere in the region of his Adams apple. Dear Mr. Potter, We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place Witchwr residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have Witche received an official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A. on August 12th.
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