Chapter 280

"Click -"

Perhaps because of the sudden cooling of the environment, a crack suddenly appeared in the window glass facing the street and continued to spread downward.

With the crack spreading, the glass was finally overwhelmed and turned into pieces on the ground with a clang.

The next moment, the brothers and sisters around it seemed to respond to it and burst open. The glass fragments that should have been glittering and translucent were insignificant in the dark room, splashing and clattering, covering the whole ground near the window.

The first piece of glass may be cracked due to the sudden change of temperature, but this time, it has been impacted.

While the Dursleys were shouting, Harry subconsciously pulled out his wand and pointed it in the direction of the window.

"Don't do magic. Someone will pick you up soon."

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

"Did Mr. Weasley know in advance that this would happen?"

He didn't have time to think about it, but he saw a sudden appearance in the dark window... No, several familiar figures!

The cold seems to be getting worse.

"What's there?" Uncle Vernon shouted almost hoarse, and the fear contained in his tone seemed to overflow at any time.

"Is it... A Dementor?" Aunt Petunia trembled with her arms around her.

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

"Bang!"

With the sudden noise, the window frame with the bolt was knocked open by a strong force, and several tall figures floated in from the window in turn.

The Dursleys were obviously startled, but their eyes remained on the washed out window and showed no sign of seeing the hooded monsters coming in.

Harry held up his wand, and the fingers gripping the handle lost their color because of the force.

At this moment, he must expend great willpower to restrain his impulse to cast the patron saint curse.

1、 Two, three, four, five... Five Dementors!

In the past, in order for them to practice the patron saint mantra well, Maka brought a Dementor every day for them to practice, and changed an energetic object every day.

If he has to say, he has actually seen many Dementors.

But maybe it's because he's always nervous, or there's no comparison. Until now, when five Dementors surrounded him at the same time, he found that these Dementors were not the same as he remembered.

Although they were all dressed in ragged black hooded cloaks, and their fingers like mummies were ferocious, in fact, they were different from each other.

Harry kept retreating under the pressure of the five Dementors, but soon he was forced to lean against the wall. There was no way back!

"That won't work... If it doesn't work, you can only cast the patron saint curse."

Harry closed his lips, breathed heavily, and the white fog from his mouth and nose was almost touching the chest of the first Dementor.

What should I do? Do you want it? Now, I have to use it!

Dementors gathered little by little. The strong cold made him goose bumps, and a breath of despair was constantly infecting his tight nerves.

no way! If you go on like this, you won't be able to use it!

Harry's wand was on his chest, and his clenched right hand made the tip of the wand tremble, trying to defend the last few inches of hope.

Suddenly, Harry took a deep breath and shouted, "God protect --"

"Ding Dong -"

Half way through the mantra, he was interrupted by a sudden doorbell.

"Ding Dong -- Ding Dong --"

The doorbell rang slowly, especially abrupt at this urgent moment.

This feeling is like being in an extremely important examination. When the invigilator just came to you, someone suddenly handed you a short copy of the answer.

Maybe you really want to pick it up, but you don't have the bear heart and leopard courage!

"Aunt Petunia! Open the door!"

As Harry retreated step by step, the Dursleys stared at him like a monster; When the doorbell suddenly rang, the couple trembled with fear.

Want them to open the door? Are you kidding?

"Bang!"

Don't bother now, because the door panel has been "unloaded" by people outside and flew directly to the center of the living room.

"Take it easy! Don't pay for it?"

A very familiar voice sounded outside the door, and Harry felt that his tears were about to flow down.

"Laini doesn't care! If you want to compensate, you also have to compensate, bastard Maka!"

"Of course I lost it! Do you have money? Oh! Good afternoon, everyone. I'm really bothered to come here at this time..."

In the terrified sight of the Dursleys, two figures, one tall and one short, came in from outside the dark gate. The atmosphere of walking around seemed as if they were really just visiting here.

"... allow me to introduce myself," the visitor nodded slightly and smiled, "my name is Marca McLean."

Although the words were said, Maka's action was not delayed at all.

His right hand suddenly flashed a silvery white light, and fine light particles swirled around his fingers, just like wisps of silver flame.

With a wave of his hand, the flame burst out immediately, turned into an eagle in mid air, and suddenly passed in front of Harry.

Just for a moment, the five Dementors were knocked out and fell like rags in the corner of the living room.

In an instant, the originally dark and silent space seemed to be completely broken, and the whole living room lit up. The setting sun outside the window sprinkled into the room again, plating everything around with a layer of gold.

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

"... Maka."

When harriton was, he felt his whole body loose and sat on the floor sliding against the wall. He was about to faint.

"Sleep you [beep] [beep], get up, hi!"

Maka came up to him, took out a white potion bottle, pulled out the cork and poured it into his mouth.

"... cough... Cough..." Harry seemed to be choking. After a fierce cough, he stuck out his tongue and said, "Oh! Marca... It's too bitter..."

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

"Isn't it?" Marca nodded as she took back the magic medicine bottle. "It's really bitter. I remember Ginny said it at the beginning, didn't she?"

As he spoke, he stood up again and looked around.

"Well, then next..."

Maka took out her wand and waved it gently. Everything in the house seemed to vibrate, and all the damaged things flew back like a rewind.

The door panel floated up, flew back according to the track just flew in, and re installed on the door frame; The window frame knocked open by the Dementor closes automatically, and the broken glass on the ground flies back into the window frame again and becomes a complete glass again; Even the tables, chairs, tablecloths and dishes that had been hit were restored.

When the crack on the original piece of glass also closed and disappeared, the whole living room was no longer invaded.

"This... What spell is this?"

Because Marca didn't spell, Harry couldn't imagine what spell could achieve such an effect - it was like going back in time.

"Hmm?" Marca looked back and shrugged. "You've learned it, too? It's a repair spell."

"Repair as before?" Harry said in amazement.

Maka nodded, opened a chair at the table and sat down. Then she looked at the Dursleys again.

"You two, aren't you going to give me a cup of tea?"

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

"Vernon."

Mr. Dursley was interrupted by his wife.

"Mike -"

"McLean, madam."

"Yes, Mr. McLean..." penny forced herself to calm down. She paused. "Although I thank you just now... Can you explain your meaning?"

Marca stared at her for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm here to pick up Harry. I'm sure you saw it. He still doesn't seem safe here."

"But... It's nothing if you leave. What shall we do?" penny felt she couldn't calm down at all. She clenched her fist and said excitedly, "did a Dementor come in just now? Where is it now? Will it come back?"

Maka waved her hand and said, "don't worry, madam... There are still people outside. We will arrange for you to move to a safer place as soon as possible."

He paused and deliberately added, "of course, I mean... If you agree."

Penny stared at Marca tightly. After a long time, she released her clenched hand and turned to the kitchen. On the other hand, Vernon seemed to gradually calm down from the initial panic, but he sat on the sofa with a bad face.

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

Soon, Penny brought a teapot and a cup and poured a cup of hot black tea for Maka.

Perhaps it is because Maka has deliberately changed into a high-end Muggle dress. In the eyes of the Dursleys, he is actually much more normal than other wizards.

But no matter how normal, he is also a wizard, which is still unacceptable in the hearts of the Dursleys.

"Thank you, madam." Maka took a sip of her tea cup. "Speaking of it, madam seemed to have --"

"Shut up!"

As if she had guessed what Maka wanted to say, Penny suddenly drank hysterically, and her sharp voice was unusually harsh.