Chapter 394

"Of course I know Dumbledore, and who doesn't?" muttered Mrs. Figg, "Harry, you don't understand! Dumbledore needs to act as soon as possible, the Ministry of Magic has their own way of detecting the magic of minors, they know it now, you have to take my word for it." "

"But I got rid of the Dementors, and I had to use magic—they should be more worried about why the Dementors roam the Muggle streets, right?"

"Oh dear, I hope that's how it is, but I'm afraid—Monton Gus Fletch! I'm going to kill you!" Mrs. Figg suddenly screamed, Harry never thought an old lady could make such a noise.

When a man in a tattered coat suddenly appeared in front of them, there was a loud cracking sound, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of liquor mixed with the smell of rotting tobacco. The man's short legs, long, disheveled pale yellow hair, and bloodshot, drooping eyes made him look like a bantam hound, with a somber appearance. He was also clutching a small silver bag, which Harry immediately recognized as an invisibility cloak.

"How about the morning? He looked at Mrs. Figg, Harry, and Dudley for the first time, and then said. "What happened while I was engaged in clandestine activities?"

Mundungus was there entirely because of Mrs. Figg, who was supposed not to have had contact with Harry, and now that the two of them were walking together, it was clear what was going on.

"To hell with your secret activities!" called out Mrs. Figg, "the Dementors have appeared, you useless, deserving thief!"

"Dementors?" Mundungus repeated, stunned, "do you mean Dementors?"

"Yes, right here, you're a worthless crappy spy, right here!" screamed Mrs. Figg. "The Dementors attacked these two children under your watch!"

"But......" Mundungus looked blankly at Harry, and then at Dudley as he collapsed on top of Harry.

"Nothing more!" Mrs. Figg said quickly, "before I kill you, you'd better get to the contact! I think the owl of the Ministry of Magic is already on its way!

With another loud cracking sound, Mundungus vanished.

"I want Dumbledore to kill him!" said Mrs. Figg furiously, "Now, come here, Harry, what are you waiting for?"

"You're spying on me, aren't you?" said Harry, who was snorting against gravity.

"Yes, it's necessary, isn't it? I mean—especially at this sensitive time—you know what I'm talking about. But luckily, just in case, I kept Mr. Tibis under a car, and Mr. Tibes did come to warn me, but you were already gone when I went to your house—"

After listening to Mrs. Figg, Harry figured out that the noise outside the garden was made by Mundungus, and that the cat that had been watching him under the car was Mrs. Figg's eyeliner.

That's nice. Harry thought that they must have seen the news he sneaked around every day.

Harry still had a lot more to ask, but the current situation made Harry decide not to waste any more energy he had left - Dudley was so heavy that he lifted the half-unconscious Dudley to lean forward even more.

"I'll get you to the door," said Mrs. Feige as they turned into Privet Road, "and I think someone will contact you soon—either way." "

"What about you?" Harry asked, panting.

"I'll go straight home," replied Mrs. Figg, who shivered as she stared at the dark street around her, "and I need to wait for more...... Only, until then, just staying at home. Good night!"

Here they are.

Harry had a million questions to ask anyone who had come into contact with Professor Dumbledore, but in a matter of seconds, Mrs. Figg's figure was engulfed in darkness. A grimacing Harry repositioned Dudley on his shoulders so that they could move slowly, painfully onto the garden path at 4 Privet Road.

The lights in the living room are still on. Harry withdrew his wand into the belt of his jeans, rang the doorbell and watched as Aunt Penny's silhouette grew larger and larger, twisting oddly over the frosted glass of the door.

"Dudley, it's time, I'm getting really ...... Dudley, what's going on!" Aunt Petunia's eyes widened.

Harry looked at Dudley next to him, and just in time to sprang out from under Dudley's arm. Dudley shook in place, his face blue and white, and then he opened his mouth and vomited everywhere in the doorway.

"Dudley!Dudley!what's going on?Vernon!Vernon!," Penny shouted as she turned her head into the house.

Harry's uncle came out of the bedroom, his drooping mustache blown left and right, as he always seemed when he was agitated. He hurried forward to help Penny get Dudley, who was limp in his legs, while avoiding stepping on the disgusting pile of vomit on the ground.

"He's sick, Vernon!"

"How do you feel, son, what's going on?"

"Why are you covered in dirt, my dear? Have you ever fallen to the ground?"

"Wait—your face is okay, is it, son?"

Aunt Penny screamed.

"Call the police, Vernon, call the police, Dudley, dear, talk to your mother, what did they do to you?"

Harry had not been noticed all the time in the midst of all this chaos, and it suited him perfectly. He wanted to sneak in before Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut, and when Dudley was moved from the living room to the kitchen, Harry moved cautiously and prepared to go upstairs.

"Who's doing that, son? We'll catch him, don't worry. "

"Quiet! What is he going to say, Vernon! What's going on, Dudley? Tell Mom!"

When Dudley regained his voice, Harry was at the bottom of the stairs. He felt the air in the room freeze suddenly, Dudley pointing at Harry, and Aunt Vernon and Aunt Petunia were watching him.

He ...... He knew ......," Dudley trembled as he pointed to Harry, who was about to go upstairs.

"Come here, boy!"

After the darkness outside, the carefully cleaned kitchen emits a weird, unreal flash. Aunt Petunia placed Dudley in a chair, but Dudley was still blue and looked wet and cold. Uncle Vernon stood in front of the drain cover and stared at Harry through his small, narrow-slit eyes.

"What did you do to my son?" he snarled in a threatening tone.

"Nothing was done. Harry looked coldly at the fat man in front of him, "I saved his life, otherwise he would be no different from dead now, even if he is not dead." "

It's true that people don't die after being kissed by Dementors - they still breathe, but they can only breathe.

Harry didn't think the Dursleys could understand his explanation.