Harry Potter's Bastard

"Dudley, wake up!" Harry fell to his knees weakly, one arm supporting his body, the other shaking Dudley on the ground.

Dudley looked strong, but it didn't do anything against the Dementors, and he couldn't even see them as a Muggle. Walking behind Harry, he was unfortunate enough to run into a Dementor head-on, a Muggle facing a Dementor, does this need to be repeated?

Harry was weak, but his excitement had not subsided. He didn't expect that he would be able to truly release a complete physical guardian spirit. Just as Harry was in despair and the smell of Dementor rancid stench crept into his nostrils, Dudley's screams reached his ears.

Harry admits that he doesn't like Dudley, and that Harry was bullied by him a lot as a child, but Harry understands that if Dudley does have an accident here...... In fact, after hearing Dudley's screams, Harry realized that there were two Dementors here, and would the Dementors give him a kiss? Harry couldn't help but think of the worst possible outcome, if Dudley was indeed kissed by the Dementors, Harry could meet that he would definitely be torn apart by the angry Uncle Vernon - if he survived.

Dudley must not have an accident!That was the only thought on Harry's mind at the time, he had to find a way to keep Dudley, at least not let the Dementors suck his soul.

It was in this situation that Harry finally tried the Patronus Charm one last time with the thought that "nothing should happen to Dudley". The effect is remarkable - the will to protect is significantly more in line with the conditions for the release of the Patronus Charm than the mood of joy or happiness.

The silver-white stag ran out of Harry's wand and was the first to push away the Dementor in front of Harry, before immediately sprinting in Dudley's direction. The two Dementors soared into the sky in front of Harry's Stag Patronus before vanishing into the night sky.

Harry dragged his weak, trembling body towards Dudley, who had just been sucked.

Dudley in front of Harry was lying on his back with his eyes blank, trembling all over. It only took one look at Harry to understand that Dudley had been sucked by the Dementors, but it seemed that he still had some reaction to the outside world, which meant that his worst fears had not come to pass, which made Harry breathe a sigh of relief.

After the Dementors vanished, the moon, stars, and street lamps suddenly returned to real life, a warm breeze blew through the alleys, the trees in the nearby garden rustled, and the rumble of cars on the street of the crescent moon Magnolia filled the air again.

"Dudley, get up! we should go back!" Harry put his wand back in his pocket, grabbing Dudley's arm with both hands, trying to pull him up from the ground, but it was clear that Harry's flesh couldn't support him to do that. Harry felt that he would not be able to pull the momentum even when he was intact, let alone the weak self now.

As Harry was at his wit's end, he heard a small sound of footsteps, and Harry quickly pulled out the wand he had just put back in his pocket, and he crossed Dudley's heel to face the man.

Mrs. Figg, their old and eccentric neighbour, was panting into Harry's sight, her gray hair falling out of her hairnet, her wrist clanging with a knotted shopping bag, Harry quickly put his wand away, but—

"Don't put it away, silly boy!" she screamed, "what if they're still around? Damn it, I'm going to kill Mondongus!"

Harry was stunned, if he understood correctly, was Mrs. Figg telling him not to put away his wand? "They" meant Dementors?

"Excuse me?" Harry asked a little more to make sure he understood correctly, "What did you just say?"

"He's gone," said Mrs. Feig, "Mundungus Fletch left to see a man who had fallen from his broom's back with a whole bunch of crucibles! I told him I'd skin him alive if he left, and now look what happened! Dementors! Now, Harry, we're going to take you home! This trouble shouldn't have happened! I'm going to kill him!"

Well, Harry found that his judgment was not wrong, but a new problem arose.

"But—" To Harry, the fact that the old lady neighbor who discovered him actually knew what a Dementor was was almost as shocking Harry as being by encountering two Dementors in the alley.

"Are you—are you a witch?" Harry looked at Mrs. Feig so closely for the first time.

"Squib, I'm a Squib. Mrs. Figg said, "So let's get out of here quickly—if they come back, there's nothing I can do." "

Mrs. Figg grabbed one of Dudley's fat arms with her thin hand and dragged it with great difficulty, but it was obviously of little use.

"Get up, you useless fool, get up!"

But Dudley was neither able nor willing to stand up. He lay on the ground, trembling, pale, and lips closed.

"I'll come. Harry grabbed Dudley's arm and held it up. After a great deal of effort, he tried to get Dudley to lift his feet as well, and Dadli still looked like a dementia. His little eyes rolled in their sockets, sweat covered his face, and his body swayed dangerously as Harry told him to walk on his own.

"Hurry up!" exclaimed Mrs. Figg, hysterically.

Harry put one of Dudley's fat arms on his shoulders and dragged him down the street, Harry's shoulders drooping slightly under Dudley's weight. Mrs. Feige staggered in front of them, staring nervously at the corner of the street.

"Pull out your wand!" she said to Harry as they entered Wisteria Road, "Don't worry about secrecy now. "

Holding the wand steadily while dragging Dudley hard is not an easy task. Harry impatiently bumped his cousin Dudley in the ribs, but Dudley looked like he had lost all desire to act on his own. He collapsed all over Harry's shoulder, his huge foot dragging on the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were a Squib, Mrs. Feige?" Harry asked breathlessly, as he struggled to walk, "when I was in your house - why didn't you say anything?"

"Dumbledore's orders. I have to take custody of you but can't tell you anything, you're too young. I'm sorry for giving you such a miserable time, Harry, but if the Dursleys think you like me here, they'll never let you come again. You know, it's not easy, but, oh! look at what I said. "

Mrs. Feige wiped her sweaty hands from her clothes and said, "When Dumbledore heard this—he had been on a mission until midnight when he heard that Mondigus was leaving—where was he? How should I tell Dumbledore what had happened? "

"Wait! you know Dumbledore?" Harry suddenly felt that everything around him was so unfamiliar, even their neighbors that he had never known well.