With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Upon hearing him mention Sirius Black, Harry's anger flared instantly. He glared fiercely at Dudley, his wand aimed squarely at Dudley's heart.

"He's only been gone a short while, and you dare to provoke me like this?" Harry's voice was cold and firm. "I'm warning you, don't say things like that again. Understand?"

Just then, Dali suddenly shivered, as if he had been instantly pierced by a cold air current.

He gasped, feeling as if he had been drenched in icy water.

Strange things happened in the dark of night.

The deep blue night sky, which was originally dotted with stars, suddenly turned pitch black. All the light—the stars, the moon, and the dim streetlights at both ends of the alley—disappeared in an instant.

All the surrounding sounds were gone; the rumble of cars in the distance and the rustling of leaves nearby were all swallowed up by the endless darkness.

They seemed to be tightly gripped by a giant black hand, and a deep, silent darkness enveloped the entire alley.

Beneath the cold, heavy curtain, they could see nothing but each other's fearful breathing.

Dudley's terrified voice pierced everyone's eardrums.

"What...what are you doing?" Dali's voice trembled with fear. "Stop! Put everything back to normal!"

“I didn’t do anything!” Harry shouted. “Shut up and don’t move!”

"I...I can't see!" Dali cried out, his voice trembling with sobs. "I'm blind! I can't see anything!"

“I told you to shut up!” Harry’s voice echoed in the darkness.

In the deep darkness, a strange figure quietly emerged.

It hovered high above the ground, silently gliding toward Harry. Its feet and face were not visible beneath its robes, like a ghost swallowed by darkness. Even its movements had an eerie rhythm, slowly eroding the surrounding shadows.

Amid Harry and Dudley's argument, Hermione nervously drew her wand, her gaze fixed on the massive hooded figure.

However, at that moment, Levin's voice echoed in Hermione's mind:

“Hermione, you promised you wouldn’t intervene. We have to let Harry handle this himself. You can save Harry once, but we can’t be there for him every time he’s in danger. You have to trust him; the prophecy tells me he can cast the Patronus Charm and successfully drive away the Dementors.”

Hermione nodded silently in the darkness. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Just then, Dudley suddenly threw a punch at Harry.

Harry was caught off guard and fell to the ground. His wand slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

After a moment of panic, Harry struggled to his feet. He telekinetically cast a Flurry Charm on his fallen wand. A faint glow illuminated the darkness, guiding Harry. He stumbled towards the wand and finally picked it up.

At that moment, the Dementors pounced.

It opened its gaping, dark maw and let out a chilling, silent scream. Harry could feel the biting cold and fear rapidly creeping into his soul.

Harry gripped his wand tightly, each knuckle turning white from the force.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his panic, and then shouted:

"【Protector of Gods】!"

A wisp of silver smoke emerged from the wand's tip, gradually forming a blurry silver figure.

As the incantation was uttered, a wisp of silver smoke slowly emerged from the wand's tip, gradually coalescing into a blurry silver figure. Though its shape was irregular, the light it emitted conveyed a warm and reassuring power.

The Dementor's movements slowed noticeably, seemingly intimidated by the power, and a hint of fear appeared on its originally sinister and terrifying face.

However, the spell did not take full effect, and the Dementor was still struggling to pounce on Harry, its sticky, scabbed gray hands reaching out to him.

Seeing this, Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he involuntarily tripped, taking two steps back. Panic clouded his mind, and he struggled to concentrate on casting the spell again.

"【Protector of Gods】!"

His voice sounded faint and distant, as if it came from another world. Another puff of silver smoke came from the wand, but this time it was thinner and weaker than before—Harry felt powerless; he could no longer utter the spell.

Chapter 480 Taking Photos in Secret

Hermione stood by, her heart filled with anxiety. She gripped her wand tightly, but made no move. She knew that at this moment, she could only trust that Harry could pull through.

Just then, a "click-clack" sound rang out.

Luna seized the opportunity to take pictures, capturing the scene of the Dementors attacking Harry and the attack on Dudley, who was a Muggle, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Harry tilted his head in confusion; he recognized it as the sound of a camera shutter clicking.

However, he was facing a Dementor attack and had no time to investigate the source of the sound.

Harry gasped for breath, his mind racing with thoughts of Ron and the recent letters of greeting from Levin and Hermione—and finally, when he thought of Ronnie, a powerful emotion welled up inside him.

He brandished his wand again, his voice sharp and resolute, as if releasing all the fear within him:

"【Protector of Gods】!"

As the spell was uttered, a huge silver stag burst forth from the top of Harry's wand.

Its lithe figure shimmered with silver light under the moonlight, its two antlers like sharp swords, piercing straight towards the Dementor's heart.

Faced with this sudden attack, the Dementor was knocked back repeatedly.

Their originally sinister and terrifying bodies appeared so vulnerable under the attack of the stag, as weightless as the surrounding darkness.

The stag circled around and rushed to the side, while the other Dementor that had attacked Dali was also intimidated by this powerful force and hurriedly fled like a bat.

As the Dementors departed, the moon, stars, and streetlights suddenly shone brightly again. A warm breeze swept through the alley, as if nature were celebrating its victory.

The rustling of leaves in the neighbor's garden and the roar of cars on Magnolia Crescent Street filled the night sky once again; these ordinary sounds sounded so pleasant at this moment.

Dali lay curled up on the ground, sobbing and trembling.

Harry felt a complex mix of emotions as he looked at him.

He bent down to check on Dudley's condition and determine if he could stand up.

Just then, he heard heavy footsteps running behind him.

Harry instinctively gripped his wand tightly and turned sharply to face the newcomer, bracing himself for potential danger once again.

However, when he saw the person's face clearly, he was surprised to find that it was—

“Mrs. Figg?” Harry exclaimed in surprise.

Mrs. Figg, Harry's eccentric old neighbor, appeared before them, panting.

Her graying hair fell loosely from her hairnet, looking somewhat disheveled. A jingling net bag hung from her wrist, its contents unknown. Her feet were almost slipping out of her thick plaid slippers, making her look rather comical.

Harry was about to hide his wand when Mrs. Figg saw right through him.

"Stop hiding, you silly child!" she shrieked, her voice sharp and forceful. "What if there are still their people around? You'll only attract more attention by doing this!"

“You did a great job, Harry,” she said. “You drove away those Dementors—oh, I’m going to kill Mundungus Fletcher…~”

Harry suddenly realized he didn't recognize his neighbor anymore. He had always thought he was just an ordinary Muggle, but now the neighbor was using words that only wizards knew.

Mrs. Figg noticed Harry's confusion and then revealed her identity as a Squib.

She revealed to Harry that she had been sent by Dumbledore to look after him, warned Harry of the trouble he might be in, and together they dragged the dead-pig-like Dudley back home.

……

“We can go back now, he’s safe.” Levin watched Mrs. Figg lead Harry and the others away before turning to the three girls beside him and saying this.

The three girls nodded and followed Levin back into the tower.

Levin first took out some chocolates, cream puffs, cookies and other sweets and handed them to them, saying, "Have some dessert, it might cheer you up."

Zhang Qiu took a chocolate pudding and took a bite. The sweet taste filled her mouth. Although they were not greatly affected by the Dementors, the dopamine from the sweetness temporarily relieved her tense nerves.

Next, they talked about what had just happened.

“Dementors are creatures under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, and their presence here is clearly not accidental.”

Levin analyzed, "There is clearly some kind of conspiracy behind this."

The three girls looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing this.

Hermione was the first to figure it out, but Cho Chang and Luna still had some doubts:

Why do you think that? Do you have any evidence?

Levin explained, "Dementors are creatures belonging to the Ministry of Magic and usually only act on orders from the Ministry. Their presence here is likely a deliberate arrangement. I suspect Fudge and the others might be trying to use Harry's use of the Patronus Charm in front of Muggles to take him to court."

Upon hearing this, Cho Chang frowned. "This is absolutely despicable! How could they treat Harry like this?"

Hermione, however, was worried about something else: "By convention, Dementors should fall under the jurisdiction of the Magical Law Committee. Will Lady Jaina be affected by this Dementor attack on innocent young wizards?"

“Your concerns are valid; Dementors should indeed fall under Jaina’s jurisdiction,” Levin nodded.

“Should have?” Hermione seized on the key word. “You mean…”

“That’s right, in fact, this matter has nothing to do with Jaina,”

Levin smiled slightly. "Fudge has always been unwilling to relinquish control over the Dementors in order to gain more power. He believes that only force can fight against the Aurors, who are already largely under our control."

"So, during the negotiations about Crouch, Jaina relinquished control of the Dementors?" Hermione asked softly.

“Yes.” Levin nodded again.

"For the sake of the greater good, Jaina handed over control of the Dementors to Fudge. As for me..."

He paused, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. "I've never had a good impression of Dementors. So, I support Jaina's decision."

Hermione's thoughts raced, and after a moment, she asked again, "Why would Fudge do that? Isn't he afraid of upsetting the other wizards?"

Levin sneered, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Among Fudge's men is a witch named Dolores Umbridge. Have you heard of her?"

Hermione shook her head. She was a Muggle-born wizard, and if it weren't for Levin's connection, she would know almost nothing about the Ministry of Magic.

It was Zhang Qiu, the girl from a wizarding family, who volunteered to raise her hand.

“My mother seems to have mentioned this name to me before…” She took a sip of her milk tea and thought carefully, “Umbridge… isn’t she the woman who always wears pink and is always hanging around Fudge in the Ministry of Magic?”

“That’s right, it’s her.” Levin nodded, confirming her guess. “Umbridge is Fudge’s confidante. This woman is very good at understanding Fudge’s thoughts. In fact, her current position as the Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters is the same position Fudge used to hold, which shows how much Fudge values ​​her. And the power to control Dementors has also been handed over to her by Fudge.”

At this point, Levin's eyes deepened. "After I returned from the Ural Mountains, I made a prophecy on a whim, predicting that the Dementors would attack Harry. Now it seems my premonition has come true; the Dementors have indeed appeared in Little Wheekin."

Of course, the so-called prophecy is just an excuse; Levin is just showing off his "foresight" again.

Considering the butterfly effect, he also consulted Percy for confirmation.

Although Percy was unaware of Umbridge's plan, as a close associate of Fudge, he had a way of confirming its existence through certain details.

Hermione gasped in shock. "So, the Dementors' attack on Harry was likely orchestrated by Umbridge?"

“Very likely,” Levin said in a deep voice. “Umbridge is winning people over in the Ministry of Magic and suppressing Professor Dumbledore’s supporters. This Dementor attack on Harry could very well have been orchestrated by her. It’s even possible that Fudge himself was unaware of the attack.”