Chapter 792 (1/2)
Harry didn't know how long he had been sitting on the swing until a voice interrupted his meditation.
He looked up and looked around. Street lights on the surrounding roads gave off a foggy light, illuminating the profile of a group of people passing through the park.
One of them was singing a bad song, and the others were laughing. The expensive car they were coasting on made a soft noise.
Harry knew who those people were. The man in front of him was undoubtedly his cousin, Dudley Dursley, coming home with his loyal gang.
Dudley was as fat as he used to be, but a year of hard dieting and a new approach made a big difference in his physique. Dudley recently became the heavyweight champion of the southeastern intercollegiate boxing competition, as Uncle Vernon happily told those who would listen to him. Uncle Vernon called it an aristocratic sport, which made Harry feel that Dudley looked more terrible than when he used to use Harry as a sling in his old school.
Harry wasn't afraid of Dudley. He just felt that Dudley worked very hard to learn boxing, not because of celebration or praise.
The children around them were afraid of Dudley - more than they were afraid of ”Potter” - who, as they had been warned, was a boy sent to the Santa Bruce security center juvenile school.
Harry watched the dark figures walk across the lawn, wondering who they were teaching tonight?
”Look around,” Harry thought to himself, ”come on, look around. I'll sit here and try to hit me...”
But they didn't turn around, they didn't see him, they were almost at the railing. Harry stopped calling them. It was not a wise move to fight. He could not use magic. He would be fired again.
The voice of Dudley's gang disappeared. They walked to Mulan street and disappeared into sight.
Are you satisfied, Sirius, Harry thought, not rash action, obediently stay, and Sirius did the opposite before.
Harry stood up and stretched.
Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon felt that Dudley could go home whenever he came home, and that it was too late when he came home. Uncle Vernon threatened Harry that he would lock him up in the shed if he came home later than Dudley. So, with a dull yawn and still feeling glum, Harry walked to the park gate.
Mulan Road, like Privet Drive, was full of big, square houses with manicured meadows, owned by a tall, square man who drove a clean car like Uncle Vernon.
Harry preferred the night at little Wai King Road, when the curtain windows glowed like jewels in the dark, and they did not. As he walked through the house, some people thought he had broken into the house and muttered dissatisfaction.
He walked very fast, so on the half way of Mulan Road, he saw Dudley and his gang again. They said goodbye to each other at the entrance of Mulan crescent street.
Harry went into the shadow of a lilac tree and waited.
”- he barks like a pig, doesn't he?” Malcolm said, making others laugh.
”It's a great hook.” Peel said.
”How about this time tomorrow evening?” Dudley said.
”Come to my house. My parents are out.” Said Gordon.
”See you then!” Dudley said.
”Goodbye. Dudley
”Goodbye, boss!”
Harry waited until everyone else had gone. When their voices faded again, he walked around the corner, walked quickly, and soon came close to Dudley Dudley is humming out of tune in a leisurely and complacent way. It's really bad enough. Don't he know that he has five notes?
”Hey, boss!”
Dudley turned around.
”Oh, it's you!” Dudley grunted, ”how long have you been the boss?” Harry asked.
”Shut up!” Dudley growled and walked away.
”What a cool name!” Harry said, smiling as he walked behind his cousin, ”to me, you'll always be” Darling ”
” I said, shut up! ” Dudley said his ham hand had become a fist. ”Do those people know what your mother called you?”
”Shameless!”
”You don't say she's shameless. So I can call you darling Dudley or Dudley darling
Dudley didn't say anything. It seemed that he needed to put up with it to keep from beating Harry.
”And who are you fighting tonight?” Harry asked. His smile disappeared. ”Another child of a few years old? You beat mark Elvin two days ago.”
”He deserves it!” Dudley growled.
”Is it?”
”He insulted me!”
”Is it? He means you're like a pig taught to walk on hind legs? That's not an insult, Dudley, that's the truth Harry said helplessly, this is all in a summer vacation to teach him.”A muscle in Dudley's jaw was shaking, which pleased Harry - he knew it made Dudley angry. He felt that the frustration he felt was being transmitted to his cousin through a straw - the only way he could vent.
They turned to the right on the narrow path where Harry first saw Sirius, a short cut intersection between Mulan moon street and Wisteria road.
It's empty and darker than the road he's connected to because there's no street light.
Their steps, surrounded by a garage on one side and a fence on the other, sound dull.
”Think of yourself as a strong man who can hide everything, right?” Said Dudley, pausing for a few seconds.
”What's the matter?”
”The thing you want to hide.”
Harry laughed again.
”It's not as stupid as you look, is it? Dudley? But I don't think you can walk and talk? ” He pulled out his wand and saw Dudley looking sideways.
”You can't!” Dudley immediately said, ”I know the rules. If you do it, you'll be expelled from that weird school!”
”How do you know they haven't changed the law? Boss