Chapter 177 Harry the Viper

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Ever since witnessing Voldemort's horrifying resurrection, Harry has been in deep fear.

He was always worried that the vicious Death Eaters would extend their claws to the defenseless Muggle world and launch a brutal terrorist attack. This worry made him nervous all day long and his nerves were tense to the extreme.

Just today, when he was sitting in the living room watching the TV news intently as usual, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia beside him still looked very puzzled.

In their opinion, a 15-year-old boy should be interested in various interesting cartoons instead of staring at those serious and stereotyped news programs all day long.

Uncle Vernon finally couldn't hold back his dissatisfaction. He stood up suddenly and angrily questioned Harry:

"Hey, Potter boy! What on earth do you want to do? Why do guys like you listen to news about normal people like us every day? Do our news still count as news to you? I think you must have other intentions! Don't think we are stupid, explain it to me quickly..."

Faced with Uncle Vernon's aggressiveness, Harry retorted without showing any weakness: "Oh, yes, you are not stupid. This is really shocking news!" Before he finished speaking, he quickly stood up and rushed out of the house without looking back!

When he arrived at the park, Harry sat on the swing and swung hard, as if he wanted to vent his inner depression and anger in this way.

What's worse is that Ron and Hermione, his close friends, occasionally send him messages! But their words are mysterious as if they are hiding some secrets! And it seems that they are staying together. The friendship between the three is really crowded!

Just as Harry was immersed in endless sorrow, a familiar figure came towards him in a hurry. It turned out to be Dudley, with a group of Dudley's followers behind him!

This year, Dudley is full of energy. Not only did he lose weight by practicing boxing, but he also won the school boxing championship! Even so, Dudley didn't dare to challenge his "great wizard" cousin Harry, and was even a little afraid of him!

This long summer vacation was full of resentment and anger for Harry. When he saw Dudley walking towards him, it was as if he had found a perfect outlet for his emotions.

Harry knew that Dudley was afraid of him, but the followers around him were completely unaware of this. So, without even thinking, Harry started to mock Dudley mercilessly:

"Oh, look who this is! It's my dear cousin Dudley! I never thought you would become the big brother of these guys. Doesn't your aunt usually call you 'little Daddy' affectionately? What's the matter? Are you out bullying the kids again today?"

Tell me, what age group of unfortunate children did you kill this time? Was it nine years old? Or ten years old? What was the reason? Could it be that someone told the truth, such as that you look like a fat pig standing up? "

Dudley's originally calm face suddenly seemed to be under a spell, and his expression began to change constantly. Sometimes his face turned red with anger, and sometimes he looked anxious and uneasy. In the end, he fell into an awkward situation of being caught in a dilemma.

However, Harry regarded Dudley's embarrassment at the moment as a wonderful performance, and watched it with great interest and enjoyed it.

Seeing Harry's smug look, even though his ears were ringing with such sarcastic and mocking words, Daryl was unwilling to lose face in front of his little followers.

He sneered loudly, "Oh, that's not like my dear cousin. He's more like a little child, always talking in his sleep about resurrection and running away... like a coward." Dudley's followers burst into laughter instantly!

Faced with Dudley's provocation, Harry's anger was instantly ignited. He clenched his fists, ready to teach him a lesson.

However, at this moment, the originally gloomy sky suddenly became gloomy in the blink of an eye, as if a black curtain was pulled across it by an invisible big hand.

Then, the wind blew violently, and the cold wind swept in like the tongue of an icy snake. In this scorching hot summer, something strange happened: a thin layer of frost began to condense on the ground, as if time had been forcibly reversed at this moment.

This sudden change caused Harry, who was already furious and on the verge of a fight, to immediately shift his attention to the sky.

Two ghostly black shadows were seen flying from a distance, and the eerie atmosphere they brought was creepy. The black shadows were Dementors! Dudley, who had no magical perception ability, was completely unaware of this. He stubbornly believed that all this was the magic created by Harry Potter.

At this moment when he was completely unprepared, Harry Potter was suddenly attacked by the insidious Dementors. They pounced on Harry Potter like ghosts, and began to suck the joy and pure soul from his heart with their claws and teeth.

At the same time, Dudley was not spared. His eyes gradually became dull and lifeless, as if he was about to lose his mind. The whole scene was creepy and chilling.

However, at the critical moment when Harry Potter was about to fall into a state of complete stupor, a strong and tenacious will surged from the bottom of his heart. With this unyielding will, he finally came to his senses. He slowly touched the wand in his pocket.

As if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, Harry Potter immediately raised his wand and chanted the spell loudly: "Expedience Patronus!" In an instant, a dazzling pure white energy light suddenly burst out.

This energy was like a surging torrent, crashing into the Dementors that were greedily devouring Harry Potter's soul with overwhelming force.

There were screams and the Dementors were repelled by the powerful energy. But Harry Potter did not stop there. He held the wand tightly in his hand and continued to control the pure white energy, making it rush towards the Dementors beside Dudley like lightning.

Everything happened so suddenly, as if in just a blink of an eye, or like a flash of lightning, and then the dust settled.

Harry Potter stood there, breathing heavily, feeling a little tired. However, in stark contrast to him, Dudley was lying on the ground with a dull expression, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.