Chapter 479 Dementor Attack

The hottest day of summer is finally coming to an end.

The sunset was like blood, gradually dyeing the sky red, and the clouds on the horizon seemed to be scorched, emitting a faint red light.

On Magnolia Crescent Street, at the end of Mulan Road, a playground stands quietly, with its closed door, as if it has been forgotten.

Suddenly, four figures appeared outside the amusement park.

"[Alajo Cave Opens]." A low-pitched female voice sounded.

"Harry should be inside." Levin stepped on the dry grass under his feet and looked inside the amusement park, "We played in that arcade for too long, now we have to hurry up

The reason why they didn't send Orianna, but tried to track Harry themselves, was mainly because they were too busy.

Levin wanted to take the opportunity to take the three girls for a walk on Privet Drive, go shopping, and visit the amusement park here, just to relax.

The playground was as empty as the surrounding streets. The gate of the playground was opened by an invisible hand, and after a few seconds, it closed again.

"There he is," Levin said, pointing ahead.

The four of them did not move forward any further. Although the light was hazy, looking in the direction of Levin's finger, they could see a boy with messy hair and round glasses sitting alone on the swing.

One of his arms was holding the chain casually, and his eyes were looking at the ground with some melancholy.

The swing swayed constantly under the breeze, as if it was telling the loneliness in his heart.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the scar on his forehead, frowning slightly, as if he was enduring some indescribable pain.

"His scar hurts again," Hermione said softly, with a hint of concern in her eyes.

Harry was thinking about his own thoughts on the swing, while Levin, Hermione, Zhang Qiu and Luna were following him from a distance while keeping a vigilant eye on the surrounding situation.

Night fell quietly, bringing a sultry and soft night. The air was filled with the warm smell of hay, adding a pastoral atmosphere to the dark night. There was silence all around, except for the occasional low sound of vehicles coming from the road outside the playground railings.

Suddenly, a burst of noise broke the silence.

Harry looked up and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

The surrounding streets cast a hazy shadow under the streetlights. A group of figures were walking through the playground, one of them humming a vulgar ballad loudly, causing the others to burst into laughter. In addition, there was also a slight tinkling sound, which was the sound made by several expensive racing cars as they were pushed away.

Among them, a particularly eye-catching figure came leading the way - that was Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley. At this moment, he was being surrounded by a group of friends and strutting towards home.

Levin has seen him since he was a child, but after not seeing him for several years, the changes in him are really surprising. He is still tall and tall, but the image of a chubby young man is no longer there, replaced by a sturdy young man covered in muscles.

However, they didn't find Harry hiding in the shadows.

Harry sat quietly on the swing, watching the group leave. It wasn't until Dudley said goodbye to his friends that he walked out from under the tree quietly and prepared to go home.

Harry, who had just received letters from his friends, felt that his anger had subsided a lot.

He didn't want any conflict with the annoying Dudley, he just wanted to spend the night peacefully.

But contrary to expectations, it turned out that Dudley was walking leisurely and humming a tune. However, the sudden change in the weather made him speed up his pace and jog along the road that Harry had just passed.

In a narrow alley, I accidentally found Harry in front of me.

A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he followed Harry into the alley. The alley was deserted, and because there were no street lights, it was much darker than the two streets it connected.

One side of the alley was a garage wall, and the other side was a high fence. This closed environment made the footsteps of Harry and Dudley sound particularly dull.

The four of them, Levin, followed from a distance and stopped at the entrance of the alley. They watched Harry and Dudley's movements with vigilance, ready to respond to possible emergencies.

"Hey, why do you hide when you see me?"

Dudley smiled with a hint of provocation, and clenched his two ham-like fat hands into fists, "Did your murderous godfather really abandon you? Those damn owls haven't been here for a long time, right? Those so-called friends don’t care about you anymore, right?”

Hearing him mention Sirius, the anger in Harry's heart suddenly rose. He stared at Dudley with sharp eyes [the wand in his hand was aimed squarely at Dudley's heart.

"He has only been away for a while, and you dare to provoke me like this?" Harry's voice was cold and firm, "I'm warning you, don't say such things again. Do you understand?"

At this moment, Dudley suddenly shivered, as if he was instantly penetrated by a stream of cold air.

He took a breath of air, and his whole body seemed to be soaked by cold water.

In the dark night, strange things happened.

The dark blue night sky that was originally full of stars suddenly turned pitch black, and all the light - the stars, the moon, and the dim street lights at both ends of the alley disappeared in an instant.

All surrounding sounds were inaudible. The rumble of cars in the distance and the rustling of nearby leaves were all submerged in this endless darkness.

They seemed to be tightly covered by a huge black hand, and a deep and silent darkness enveloped the entire alley.

Under this cold and thick curtain, they could not see anything, they could only feel each other's fearful breathing.

Dudley's fearful voice pierced everyone's eardrums.

"What...what are you doing?" Dudley's voice was trembling and frightened, "Stop it! Let everything go back to normal!"

"I didn't do anything!" Harry shouted sternly, "Shut up and don't move!"

"I...I can't see!" Dudley cried out, "I'm blind! I can't see anything!"

"I told you to shut up!" Harry's voice echoed in the darkness.

In the deep darkness, a strange figure quietly emerged.

It was suspended high on the ground and slid towards Harry silently. Neither its feet nor its face could be seen under the robe. It seemed like a ghost swallowed by darkness. Even its movement had a strange rhythm. , eroding the surrounding shadows bit by bit.

Amid the quarrel between Harry and Dudley, Hermione nervously pulled out her wand and locked her eyes on the huge hooded figure.

However, at this moment, Levin's voice sounded in Hermione's heart:

"Hermione, you promised not to take action. We have to let Harry do it by himself. You can save Harry once, but it is impossible for us to be by his side in time every time he is in danger. You have to trust him , the prophecy told me that he would be able to release the Patronus Curse and successfully drive away the Dementors.

Hermione nodded silently in the darkness. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

At this moment, Dudley suddenly punched Harry.

Harry was caught off guard and fell to the ground. The wand also slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

After a moment of panic, Harry struggled to his feet. He let his wand fall to the ground through the air and cast the [Fluorescent Spell]. A faint fluorescent light lit up in the darkness, pointing Harry in the direction. He stumbled towards the wand and finally picked it up.

At this time, the dementors had already pounced on him.

It opened its black mouth and let out a blood-curdling, silent scream. Harry could feel the biting coldness and fear quickly eating away at his soul.

Harry gripped his wand so tightly that every knuckle turned white from the exertion.

He took a breath to calm his inner panic, and then shouted loudly:

"[Calling God to Guard]!"

A stream of silver smoke emerged from the wand head, gradually forming a vague silver figure.

As the spell was shouted, a stream of silver smoke slowly emerged from the head of the wand, gradually condensing into a vague silver figure. Although its shape is uncertain, the light it emits makes people feel a warm and reassuring force.

The Dementor's movements slowed down significantly, as if it was frightened by this power, and its originally ghastly face also showed some fear at this moment.

However, the spell was not fully effective and the Dementor was still struggling towards Harry, its slimy, scabbed gray hands reaching for Harry.

Seeing this scene, Harry's heart trembled, his feet stumbled unconsciously, and he took two steps back. Panic made his brain blurry, and he tried hard to concentrate and cast the spell again.

"【Calling God to Guard】!"

His voice seemed vague and distant, as if it came from another world. Another stream of silver smoke sprayed out from the wand head, but this time it was thinner than before. Harry felt that he was powerless, he could no longer Say this mantra. .