Dudley stood there, lost his soul, as if he had lost his soul.

Harry didn't have much energy to pay attention to his cousin, but turned to look in the direction of the silver crow.

Sherlock was walking towards Harry from the dim street lamp with a dignified face.

"Well, what's going on here?" Harry said in disbelief. "Professor Forrest? Why are there dementors here? They're still attacking me!"

The silver crow waved its wings and landed on Sherlock's shoulder.

"I'm afraid there are some big problems that we can't even think of."

Sherlock frowned and said, he raised his head, and in the night sky not far away, an owl was rushing towards them like a cannonball. This time X*InDIngDIanX** Zhang Si

As a nearsighted, Harry's vision at night is of course not as good as Sherlock's.

He hadn't forgotten his cousin, and helped lift Dudley, who seemed to have lost consciousness, with great difficulty, from the ground.

"And the professor? Why did you know I was attacked?" Harry asked breathlessly. "This should be five minutes away from your house."

Sherlock had already received the letter from the small owl, and he answered while opening the letter with a serious expression.

"Because from this summer vacation, Dumbledore handed over the job of protecting you to me, and the previous ones were Mrs. Figg, who lived on Wisteria Road, and a wizard named Mundungus Fletcher, After the task was handed over to me, the Fletcher left, and Mrs. Figg still lived here, which was her home."

"That Mrs. Figg with a bunch of cats!" Harry raised his voice in shock. "She's a wizard? Aunt Petunia asked me to stay at her house before when they were out! She never Tell me this!"

Sherlock looked at the contents of the letter, frowning deeper and deeper, and finally he seemed to let out a sneer, and threw the letter aside.

The parchment spontaneously ignited in mid-air, then quickly turned into a cloud of ashes.

"She's a Squib to be exact. Of course she can't tell you that, just like the Ministry of Magic won't tell you, they set the area where you live as a key surveillance area, otherwise how could this letter get here? quick."

Sherlock said coldly, then he took a bottle of potion out of his pocket and handed it to Harry to give Dudley a drink.

"The joy potion can make his mental condition much better, but don't give him too much, two sips are enough."

Harry gave Dudley the medicine, still full of doubts.

"Then why are dementors coming? Is this an order from the Ministry of Magic?"

Dudley's face was much better after drinking the potion. He looked at Harry and Sherlock in horror, his lips trembling, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Stand up and go by yourself. We will take you home and tell your parents something by the way."

Sherlock was obviously speaking to Dudley, the little fat man almost trotted away in the direction of his house with red eyes, and Harry and Sherlock quickly followed behind him.

Only then did he answer Harry's previous question.

"No matter who's under the magical government, no dementors will be sent to harm you. Besides, now that Scrimgeour has just been appointed as the new Minister of Magic, Fudge has become an adviser to the Minister's Office, and the whole Ministry of Magic is going through a battle. With the handover of power, those people have no heart to do such a thing."

They didn't take two steps before they saw the Dursleys, Sherlock said flatly.

"When you go back, go upstairs to pack your things immediately. I'll negotiate with your aunt and uncle. I'll probably receive another letter soon, and I'll take you away."

Harry suddenly became excited.

"Leave! Great! Where will we go? To your house?"

"Don't think about it for now, wait until you've packed up your things."

When they were talking, they had already arrived at the door of Dursley's house. Dudley pushed the door open, shouted "Mom and Dad" and rushed in. Harry and Sherlock also walked in.

Aunt Petunia's surprised voice came from inside the house.

"Oh, our little Dudley baby is back. He has never called his mom and dad so kindly before."

But when Vernon and Petunia all came out, Dudley's round, flesh-ball-like body threw himself in front of them and shouted.

"He, they used that on me! Dad! Harry! He used that to teach me a lesson! And his professor made Harry give me a potion I don't know what it was!"

Feeling her son's trembling body, Penny's face turned pale instantly, Vernon's face flushed, and he picked up a bat beside him!

"I knew...I knew it! No matter how nice we were to you, you were just a coyote! Petunia! Now go to the police! What did you do to my son! What did you feed him? Poison!" Qiang Sacrifice Read Sacrifice

Sherlock gave Harry a wink~lightnovelpub.net~ and told him to go upstairs first.

At this moment, outside the window of Dursley's house, another owl bounced in the direction of Sherlock like a bullet. It hurriedly threw a letter on Sherlock, and then from another window Fly away, the whole process is smooth and smooth, without a trace of stagnation.

Sherlock opened the envelope unhurriedly in the face of Vernon's threat.

This letter wasn't as brief as the last one. He read it like this for about 20 to 30 seconds. Vernon was just threatening, and Penny wasn't really stupid enough to call the police.

In the end, Sherlock put the letter away and didn't burn it. He just stood opposite Vernon and said sternly.

"It's bad and I'm in a bad mood. You know I'm not Harry, and the Ministry of Magic has very little restraint on adult wizards, so if you don't want to offend me and ask me to use some special means, it's better to give it now I shut up and listen to me."

His threats worked, and Vernon wasn't a fool after all. He hated and feared magic, especially wizards.

The three Dursleys huddled in the corner, watching Sherlock's random move in horror like this. Their chairs seemed to come alive, and they jumped up behind him and let him sit down. control the big lord

"Harry didn't do anything to your son, he was disturbed by the Dementors, these things came to trouble Harry, the little fat man was just implicated. I fed him some euphoria, Make him feel better, otherwise he will have to be dragged back like a dead pig."

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