Dudley, who was supposed to be a sunny and cheerful boy, now had two thick dark circles on his face. He had not slept well for several days and his face looked a little haggard. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were not at home. It was now four o'clock in the afternoon. Normally, Aunt Petunia would be in the kitchen wiping the counters and starting to prepare today's dinner.
"What happened?"
Harry, who was a little confused, closed the door behind his back and walked towards Dudley.
"Do you have nightmares that scare you at night? By the way, where is my aunt? I'm a little bit greedy for her German pork knuckles. I've eaten too much seafood in the past few months and I'm a bit tired of it."
"Dad went on a business trip to France a few days ago to discuss orders, and mom also came over. Don't worry about this for now. Our house is really dirty, Harry!"
In a hurry, Dudley reached out and grabbed Harry's arm, pulling him towards the second floor.
"If you don't come back today, I will definitely not sleep at home at night. It's too scary. You don't know. I haven't dared to sleep for the past two nights. There are ghosts and other things running into our house. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, There was a very strange sound. I searched the whole house and finally saw it in your bedroom."
Dudley swallowed his saliva, "I saw a pool of blood and even a few rat hairs. That ghost ate a rat alive in your room. If he dared to eat a rat today, he would dare to eat me tomorrow!"
"Even the gloves signed by Calzaghe can't help me sleep well at night without nightmares. My fists can hit people, but they can't hit ghosts! This damn thing is driving me crazy!"
"As soon as I close my eyes, that hissing gasping sound will appear in my mind, and the evil ghost I can't see seems to be breathing on my shoulder!"
Dudley, who had talked a lot, seemed to feel better. At this moment, he was extremely lucky that he had a wizard in his family. He didn't believe in any God. That God girl with two or three meters long legs couldn't give him a sense of security. Even the priest said The half-white-haired old man in it also doesn't look good. The kind of old man who can beat someone lying on the ground with just one punch is probably not good enough. In some things, Dudley can be considered a materialist.
"Don't worry, I'm back now."
Harry patted Dudley on the shoulder. Ghosts do exist. There are dozens of them floating in Hogwarts Castle. Muggles cannot see these 'resurrected' guys. Strangely, only people with magic in their bodies can see their existence. Wizards can, and so can squibs, but Muggles can't.
"But it shouldn't be a ghost. Ghosts can't touch people. If they pass through them, they will only feel cold, just like taking an ice bath. Let alone eating a mouse. Even if the ghost was a cat in his previous life, he would still touch it. It won’t take more than a mouse.”
Harry opened the bedroom door and immediately saw a pool of blood on the floor. The blood had solidified and stretched from the front of the bed to the front of Harry's wardrobe.
And the mouse hairs Dudley mentioned do exist. There are a few white hairs mixed in the dark red blood. At first glance, they do look like the hairs left by a large white mouse.
"Go and search the house to see if there are any ghosts. If there are any ghosts, don't kill them."
"Who are you talking to?" When he saw Harry talking to the air, the hair on Dudley's back suddenly stood up. He even began to doubt whether the Harry in front of him was a real person. This strange behavior was really a bit strange.
"What are you thinking about?" Harry, who could probably guess what Dudley was thinking, said with a smile, "I raised an Obscurus. To be honest, I'm not very good at dealing with ghosts. They can't touch reality, and magic can't deal with it either. They are almost ineffective. If there is such a thing, I can only rely on Obscurus."
"Come out and say hello to Dudley, and hold your breath. Don't scare my cousin."
A black mist overflowed from Harry's body, and then solidified into a black humanoid figure as tall as Harry.
"Holy shit, no wonder witches were tied to crosses and burned in the Middle Ages. Your magic is so evil!"
Although he was prepared in his heart, Ke Keli was still frightened by the nigger in front of him who did not look like a good thing. The chaotic and evil aura had been well restrained, but this dark essence could still be... See the clues.
"Actually, a burning wizard cannot be burned to death. A fireproof and heat-insulating device can block the damage of flames. What's more, the wizard can teleport. Unless he is knocked down by a surprise attack with a stun gun, it is almost impossible for the wizard to die at the hands of ordinary people."
If the fat monk were here at this moment, after hearing what Harry said, he would definitely have a good chat with Harry and say something like, "I don't have martial ethics, and a group of young people attacked me, an old man in his fifties." kind of discourse.
Obscurus, which turned into black mist and dispersed in an instant, brought with it a cold wind. After quickly traveling up and down the house, he got back into Harry's body.
"No ghosts, at least not yet."
"But Dudley, you said before that that guy would show up at eight or nine o'clock every day, right?"
"Yes! He will come around eight or nine o'clock, but he will disappear after a while, and then he will appear again for a short time at eleven or twelve o'clock, and then three or four o'clock!"
Dudley nodded quickly and said quickly, "Every time he comes, there will be a sound similar to the breaking of branches, a clicking sound, or a snapping sound. I was scared several times when I was about to fall asleep. Wake up, and then you won’t dare to sleep at all.”
"Then just wait, it's only a few hours."
Harry glanced at the alarm clock in the room, then turned and left the room.
"What do you want to eat for dinner? Is there anything else at home? I'm going to get you something to eat. I guess you haven't had a peaceful meal for a while, right?"
Harry came to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was half a slaughtered lamb stuffed in the freezer. Harry took it out without hesitation, broke the bones and prepared it for Dudley. Get an authentic pulled lamb.
As the rich aroma of meat wafted in the kitchen, Dudley, who was originally nervous, gradually relaxed. Regular snoring came from the living room. Dudley, who hadn't slept well for several days, didn't wait for the food to be served. Fall into a deep sleep.
Time passed by minute by second. Harry, who didn't have the heart to wake Dudley, left half a mutton chop and a leg of mutton for him. Harry, who was bored and picking his teeth and reading a book, waited silently. The time was coming soon. At a quarter past eight, there was a slight but clear crackling sound, and Harry instantly stood up and grasped the ebony wood.
"It's time for me to learn the Anti-Apparition Charm."
At the same time as this thought flashed through his mind, Harry, who had already rushed up to the second floor, kicked open the door to his bedroom. A bloody smell mixed with the smell of herbs penetrated his nose, and At this moment, he saw the appearance of the uninvited guest!
(End of chapter)
