"Click"

Perhaps because of the sudden cooling of the environment, a crack appeared in the window glass facing the street, and it continued to spread down. Fastest update

As the cracks continued to spread, the glass was finally overwhelmed, and it smashed into a piece of land.

The next moment, the brothers and sisters around it seemed to respond to it, bursting open. The shimmering glass shards were supposed to be inconspicuous in the dim room, and splashed and rattled, covering the entire floor near the window.

The first glass may be cracked due to the sudden temperature change, but this time, it seems that it has suffered some kind of shock.

For a moment the three of the Dursleys yelled, Harry unconsciously pulled out his wand and pointed the tip of the wand in the direction of the window.

"Don't use magic, someone will pick you up soon."

At this rather urgent moment, Harry's mind flashed the words on the note sent by the barn owl.

"Is Mr. Weasley aware of this beforehand?"

He didn't have time to think about it, but he saw a dark window suddenly appeared ... No, there were several familiar figures!

The chill seemed to be worse.

"What's up there?" Uncle Vernon's shout was almost hoarse and exhausted, and the fear in his tone seemed to overflow at any moment.

"Is it ... a photo, a dementor?" Aunt Petunia trembled, hugging her arms.

At this moment, Harry almost thought that Muggle could see the outline outside the window, but when the next second arrived, he realized that the Dursleys were just guessing.

"boom!"

Along with the loud noise, the window frame with the bolt plugged in was suddenly opened by a strong force, and several tall figures bowed in turn from the window.

The Dursleys were clearly startled, but their eyes remained on the window that had been opened, showing no sign of seeing the hooded monsters coming in.

Harry held his wand, and the fingers clenching the handles lost their blood because of the force.

At this moment, he must expend great willpower to restrain his urge to cast the guardian spell.

One, two, three, four, five ... five full dementors!

In the past, in order for them to practice their patron saints, Maca would bring a dementor every day for practical exercises, and would change an energetic practice subject every day.

He had to meet a lot of Dementors.

But maybe he was always nervous, or maybe there was no comparison. Until now, when five dementors surrounded him at the same time, he found out that these dementors were not all the same as he remembered.

Although they were all wearing shabby black hooded cloaks, their fingers were like corpses, but they were actually different.

Harry kept backing under the pressure of these five dementors, but after a while he was forced to lean against the wall and there was no way back!

"It won't work ... if it doesn't work, then you can only cast the patron saint."

Harry tightened his lips, panting heavily, and the white mist spewing from his mouth and nose almost touched the dementor's chest.

How to do? Do you want to use it? In the current situation, it has to be used!

The dementors gathered together little by little, the intense cold made him a goose bump, a desperate breath constantly infecting his tense nerve.

No! If you continue to do this, you will never use it!

Harry's wand rested on his chest, his right hand clenched, the tip of the wand trembling, trying to defend the last few inches of hope.

Suddenly, Harry took a deep breath, and then roared loudly, "Call for God"

"Ding Dong"

Only halfway through the mantra in his mouth was interrupted by a sudden doorbell.

"Ding Dong Ding Dong"

The doorbell rang slowly and unequivocally, and seemed to be particularly abrupt at this pressing moment.

This feeling is like an extremely important examination scene. When the proctor's teacher just walked to you, someone suddenly gave you an answer cheat sheet.

Maybe you really want to pick it up, but you do n’t have this bear heart leopard!

"Aunt Petunia! Open the door!"

As Harry stepped back step by step, the Dursleys stared at him as if they were looking at a monster; and when the doorbell rang suddenly, the couple shuddered.

Want them to open the door? What are you kidding?

"Oh!"

There is no need to worry about this, because the door panel has been "unloaded" by the outsiders and flew directly to the center of the living room.

"Slightly! Don't pay?"

An unusually familiar voice sounded outside the door, and Harry felt his tears shed.

"Lenny doesn't care about it! You should pay if you want to lose it, Maca!"

"Of course I lost it! Are you rich? ... Oh! Good afternoon, everyone, it's really disturbing to come here as a guest ..."

In the horrifying sight of the Dursleys, two figures, one tall and one short, walked in from the dark gate, and the atmosphere of walking through the court was as if they were just coming here as guests.

"... Allow me to introduce myself," the comer nodded slightly, smiling, "my name is Marka McLean."

Although speaking, Kermaca's actions were not delayed at all.

I saw a silvery white glow suddenly on his right hand, and the fine light particles lingered around his fingers, like a ray of silvery flame.

As he reached out his hand, the flames immediately burst out, turning into a hawk in the mid-cavity, and suddenly passing by in front of Harry.

Just for a moment, the five dementors were knocked out of the air and fell into the corner of the living room like rags.

Suddenly, the dim and silent space seemed to be completely shattered, and the entire living room lit up. The sunset outside the window spilled into the room again, plating everything around with a layer of gold.

Only the broken window and the door that fell to the ground kept telling the Dursleys that everything just now was not a nightmare.

"... Maca."

Harry felt suddenly loose, sitting on the floor against the wall, and he was about to faint.

"Sleeping you [BEEP] [BEEP], get up!"

Maca approached him, took out a white potion bottle, pulled the stopper and poured it into his mouth.

"... kekeke ... keke ..." Harry seemed to be choking, and after a quick cough, he stretched his tongue again, "Oh! Maca ... this thing is too bitter ..."

Although he was complaining, a cheerful smile appeared on his face, as if remembering something happy.

"Right?" Maca nodded as she retrieved the potion bottle. "It was really bitter. I remember Ginny also said it, didn't she?"

He said, and stood up and looked around.

"Well, then ..."

Maca pulled out her wand and waved it gently, everything in the room seemed to shake, everything that was damaged was flying back like a rewind.

The door panel floated up, flew back in accordance with the trajectory just flown in, and reattached to the door frame; the window frame slammed open by the dementor automatically closed, and the glass **** in one place flew back into the window frame again. It changed back to full glass; even the tables, chairs, tablecloths and dishes that had been hit were restored.

When the original cracks in the glass were also closed, the entire living room disappeared.

"This ... what is this spell?"

Because Maca didn't chant, Harry couldn't imagine what the curse was to achieve such an effect. It was as if time was marvelling.

"Huh?" Maca turned her head and shrugged. "Have you learned it? This is a repair spell."

"The repair is the same?" Harry said in astonishment.

Maca nodded, tapped and opened a chair by the dining table, and sat down, then looked at the Dursleys again.

"Two, don't you plan to get me a cup of tea?"

"Who will pour you tea! This is an illegal invasion! Give me out quickly"

"Vernon."

Mr Dursley's words were interrupted by his wife.

"Mike"

"McLean, ma'am."

"Yes, Mr. McLean, UU reading www.uukanshu.com ..." Penny forced herself to calm down, and she paused. "Although I am very grateful to you just now ... but can you explain what you are doing?"

Marka stared at her for a moment, then smiled, "I'm here to pick Harry up, I believe you saw it, he still doesn't seem safe here."

"But ... it's okay for you to go, what should we do?" Penny thought she couldn't calm down at all, she said with a fist of excitement, "Did a dementor come in just now? Where is it going now? Will it return ?"

Maca waved her hand and said, "Don't worry, ma'am ... there are still people out there, and we will arrange you to move to a safer place as soon as possible."

He paused and added: "Of course, I mean ... if you agree."

Penny stared at Maca tightly, and after a long time she let go of her clenched hands and turned to walk to the kitchen. Vernon seemed to have calmed down from the panic at the beginning, but he sat on the sofa with a poor expression.

Incidentally, Dudley, who had been under the table from the beginning, crawled out slowly until now.

Not long after, Penny brought a teapot and a tea cup, and poured Maca a hot cup of black tea.

Perhaps it was because Makat had deliberately changed into a high-grade Muggle outfit. He was actually much more normal in the eyes of the Dursleys than other wizards.

But no matter how normal is a wizard, this is still unacceptable to the Dursleys.

"Thank you, Madam." Maca lifted the tea cup and took a sip. "Speaking of it, Madam seemed to have once"

"To shut up!"

As if guessing what Maca wanted to say, Penny suddenly took a hysterical sip, and the sharp voice seemed unusually harsh.