Chapter 279 Unwelcome Guests

"click"

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

As the cracks continued to spread, the piece of glass was finally overwhelmed, and it shattered into pieces all over the place with a clang.

The next moment, the brothers and sisters around it burst open as if responding to it. The shards of glass that were supposed to be glittering and translucent were inconspicuous in the dark room, but they splashed and clattered, covering the entire ground near the window.

The first piece of glass might have been cracked due to the sudden temperature change, but this time, no matter how you look at it, it was hit by some kind of shock.

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

"Don't cast a spell, 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 just now.

"Did Mr. Weasley know beforehand that this was going to happen?"

He didn't have time to think about it, but saw a... no, several familiar figures suddenly appeared in the originally dark window!

The cold seems to be getting heavier.

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

"Is it... a dementor?" Aunt Petunia asked tremblingly, crossing her arms.

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

"boom!"

Accompanied by the sudden loud noise, the window frame that had been bolted was instantly knocked open by a strong force, and several tall figures lowered their heads and floated in through the window one by one.

The Dursleys were obviously taken aback, but their eyes remained on the blown window, and they didn't show any signs of seeing the hooded monsters coming in.

Harry held up his wand, the fingers that clenched the handle of the wand drained of blood from the force.

At this moment, he had to expend a great deal of willpower to restrain his urge to cast the Patronus Charm.

One, two, three, four, five... a total of five dementors!

In the past, in order for them to practice the Patronus Charm well, Maca would bring a dementor for them to practice in actual combat every day, and would replace it with an energetic practice object every day.

If he had to say it, he had actually seen a lot of dementors.

But maybe it was because he was always nervous, or because there was no comparison. Until now, when five dementors surrounded him at the same time, he realized that these dementors were not all the same as he had imagined.

Although they were all wearing tattered black hooded cloaks, and their mummy-like fingers were also extremely ferocious, but in fact, each one was different.

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

"That's not going to work... If it really doesn't work, then I can only cast the Patronus Charm."

Harry pursed his lips tightly and panted heavily, the white mist from his mouth and nose almost even touched the chest of the leading dementor.

How to do? Do you want to use it? As far as the current situation is concerned, it has to be used!

The dementors were gathering little by little, the intense cold made his skin crawl, and a sense of despair was constantly infecting his tense nerves.

no! If this goes on like this, it will be useless even if you want to use it!

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

All of a sudden, Harry took a deep breath, and then roared loudly, "Call me!"

"ding dong"

He was only halfway through the incantation when he was interrupted by a sudden doorbell.

"Ding dong ding dong"

The doorbell rang slowly,

It is especially abrupt in this urgent moment.

This feeling is like being at an extremely important exam site, when the invigilator just walked up to you, someone suddenly handed you a cheat sheet for the answers.

Maybe you really want to take it over, but you just don't have the guts!

"Aunt Petunia! Open the door!"

Just now, when Harry stepped back step by step, the Dursleys stared at him as if they were monsters; and when the doorbell rang suddenly, the couple trembled with fright.

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

"Boom!"

There is no need to bother now, because the door panel has been completely "unloaded" by the people outside, and it flew directly to the center of the living room.

"Take it easy! Don't you need to pay?"

An unusually familiar voice sounded from outside the door, and Harry felt like tears were streaming down his face.

"Leni doesn't care! If you want to pay, you will pay, you bastard Maca!"

"Of course I lost it! Do you have any money? You... Oh! Good afternoon, everyone, I am a guest at this time, it is really disturbing..."

Under the terrified gaze of the Dursleys, two figures, one tall and one short, walked in from the dark gate. The atmosphere of strolling in the courtyard seemed to be that they really just came here as guests.

"...Please allow me to introduce myself," the visitor nodded slightly and said with a smile, "My name is Maca McLean."

Although the words were spoken, Maca's actions did not hesitate at all.

I saw a silvery-white radiance suddenly glowing in his right hand, and the fine and dense light particles lingered between his fingers, like strands of silvery flame.

With a wave of his hand, the blazing flames swayed out immediately, turning into an eagle in mid-air, and suddenly passed in front of Harry.

In just a split second, the five dementors were knocked out and fell to the corner of the living room like a bunch of rags.

In an instant, the originally dark and silent space seemed to be completely shattered, and the entire living room lit up. The setting sun outside the window sprinkled into the room again, coating everything around it 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."

Suddenly, Harry felt his whole body relax, and he slid against the wall and sat on the floor, almost fainting.

"Sleep you [beep] [beep], wake up!"

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

"...cough cough cough... cough cough..." Harry seemed to be choking, and after a burst of coughing, he stuck out his tongue and said, "Oh! Maca... this stuff is too bitter..."

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

"Really?" Maca nodded while taking back the potion bottle, "It's really bitter, I remember Ginny said that too, didn't she?"

He said, stood up again and looked around.

"Okay, then next..."

Maca pulled out his wand and waved it lightly, everything in the room seemed to vibrate, and all the damaged things flew back like rewinding.

The door panel floated up in the air, flew back according to the trajectory it flew in just now, and reinstalled on the door frame; the window frame knocked open by the dementor closed automatically, and the glass shards all over the place flew back into the window frame again. changed back to intact glass; even the tables and chairs, tablecloths and dishes were restored to original condition.

When the cracks on the original piece of glass were also closed, the entire living room did not have any traces of being invaded.

"This... what kind of curse is this?"

Because Maca didn't chant a spell, Harry couldn't imagine what kind of spell could achieve such an effect. It was as wonderful as going back in time.

"Huh?" Maca turned her head, shrugged and said, "You have also learned it? This is the repairing spell."

"Restored?" Harry asked in amazement.

Maca nodded, pulled away a chair by the dining table and sat down as if familiar, then looked at the Dursleys again.

"You two, don't you plan to bring me a cup of tea?"

"Who will pour you tea! You are trespassing illegally! Give me the tea!"

"Vernon."

Mr. Dursley was interrupted by his wife.

"Mike"

"McLean, ma'am."

"Yes, Mr. McLean..." Penny forced herself to calm down, she paused, "Although I am very grateful to you just now... But, can you explain why you came here?"

Maca stared at her for a while, then smiled and said, "I'm here to pick up Harry. I believe you've seen it too. He still doesn't seem safe here."

"But...it's okay for you to leave, what should we do?" Petunia felt that she couldn't calm down at all, she clenched her fists and said excitedly, "Did a dementor come in just now? Where did it go now? Will it come back?" ?"

Maca waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, ma'am... There are still people guarding outside now, and we will arrange for you to move to a safer place as soon as possible."

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

Penny stared at Maca closely, and after a long time, she let go of her clenched hands, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. On the other hand, Vernon seemed to have gradually calmed down from the panic at the beginning, but sat down on the sofa with an uneasy expression.

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

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

Perhaps it was because Maca deliberately changed into a high-end Muggle costume, but in the eyes of the Dursleys, he was actually much more normal than other wizards.

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

"Thank you, ma'am." Maca picked up the teacup and took a sip, "Speaking of which, Madam seemed to have been there before."

"Shut up!"

As if guessing what Maca wanted to say, Penny suddenly yelled hysterically, her shrill voice was extremely harsh.