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Harry didn't answer.

But Uncle Vernon didn't care what Harry thought. He glared at him and asked sharply, "Why were you expelled?"

"Because I used magic."

"Aha!" roared Uncle Vernon, bringing his fist down on the top of the refrigerator. The door flew open, and several packets of Dudley's low-fat snacks fell out and scattered to the floor.

"You admitted it yourself! What did you do to Dudley!"

"Nothing," said Harry, less calmly than before. "I saved him, it wasn't me—"

“Yes!” Dudley blurted out unexpectedly, startling Harry. He was about to say something, but Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia immediately waved their arms at Harry to silence him, and then both of them leaned over to look at Dudley.

"Go on, son," said Uncle Vernon. "What did he do?"

"Tell us, dear," whispered Aunt Petunia.

"He pointed his wand at me," Dudley mumbled.

Harry almost fainted. He looked at Lamia in shock, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

But Lamia had no plans to expose herself to this family for the time being. Dumbledore had told her before that her identity must be secretive enough so as not to be noticed by the Ministry of Magic.

"Yeah, I pointed at him, but it didn't help—" said Harry angrily, his face red with anger.

"Shut up!" Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia shouted in unison.

"Go on, son," Uncle Vernon repeated, his moustache dancing.

"It was completely dark," Dudley rasped, shuddering. "It was pitch black. And then I heard—I heard something, right inside my head."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged a horrified look.

If their least favorite thing in the world was magic—the next best thing was their neighbors who cheated and went even further than they did about banning their garden hoses—then hearing voices in their heads had to be one of the worst.

They obviously thought Dudley had gone insane.

"What did you hear, darling?" Aunt Petunia asked in a low voice. She was frighteningly pale and had tears in her eyes.

But Dudley seemed unable to speak. He shuddered again and shook his large flaxen head.

Even after the first owl arrived, Harry was almost numb with fear.

But Lamia was very curious. She wanted to know what terrible memories this little fat boy who lived in love could recall. Could it be that he didn't eat enough?

"How did you fall, son?" Uncle Vernon asked, speaking in the strained whisper of a man at the bedside of a dying patient.

"I stumbled and fell," said Dudley shudderingly, "and then—" He gestured to his broad chest.

Harry understood, and Dudley remembered the eerie chill that had filled his lungs as his hope and joy were sucked away.

"Horrible," croaked Dudley. "Cold, awful cold."

Dudley couldn't stop turning pale when he said this.

"Well," said Uncle Vernon, trying to sound calm, "what happened next, Dudley?"

Aunt Petunia anxiously placed her hand on Dudley's forehead, testing him for a fever.

"I don't know. I feel, I feel, that the world is completely dark, as if, as if—"

"It's like you'll never be happy again," Harry said dryly for him.

"That's it!" whispered Dudley, still shaking.

"Got it!" Uncle Vernon straightened up and shouted again, his voice deafening, glaring at Harry. He had obviously put all the blame on Harry.

"You cast a queer spell on my son, and made him hear voices in his head, and think he—he would never be happy again, did you not?"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" said Harry, his voice and his anger rising, "It wasn't me, it was the Dementors!"

"What a mess!" Uncle Vernon frowned, his purple cheeks wrinkled and his features were all glued together.

"Dementors," Harry said slowly, word by word, "and more than one."

"What kind of weird thing is this Dementor?"

"They guard Azkaban wizard prison," said Aunt Petunia.

As soon as the words came out, there was a dead silence for two seconds, and then Aunt Petunia suddenly covered her mouth with her hands, as if she had accidentally said a disgusting swear word.

Uncle Vernon stared at her. Harry's mind was in a turmoil. Mrs. Figg was one thing—but Aunt Petunia?

"How do you know?" he asked in surprise.

Aunt Petunia seemed terrified by herself. She never thought she would say such terrible words. She looked at Uncle Vernon tremblingly and apologetically, her hands drooping slightly, revealing her long teeth.

"Years ago—I heard—that horrible boy—tell her about them," she said brokenly.

"If you mean my Mum and Dad, why don't you say their names?" Harry asked loudly.

But Aunt Petunia ignored him, she seemed utterly panic-stricken.

Harry was horrified; apart from that one time years ago when Aunt Petunia had exploded and screamed that Harry's mother was a monster, Harry had never heard her mention his sister.

And she actually remembered this little detail of the wizarding world and hadn't forgotten it for such a long time. Not only Harry, but even Lamia who had been watching from the sidelines was shocked. Aunt Petunia didn't seem to be the same as she had imagined.

Uncle Vernon opened and closed his mouth, then opened and closed it again, and then apparently struggled to remember how to speak.

He opened his mouth for the third time and said hoarsely, "So they really exist, Soul Eaters."

Aunt Petunia nodded.

Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley and then back to Harry, as if expecting someone to yell, "April Fools!"

When no one did, he opened his mouth again, and just then the third owl of the night arrived, and he didn't have to bother saying anything more.

The owl whizzed through the still-open window like a feathered cannonball and landed with a clatter on the kitchen table, making all three Dursleys jump, even Dudley leaping off the sofa where he lay.

Harry tore the second official-looking envelope from the owl's beak and tore open the seal as the owl soared back out into the night.

"That's enough—rude—owls," said Uncle Vernon distractedly, stomping over to the window and slamming it shut again.

Dear Mr. Potter, after consulting with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry of Magic has agreed to postpone the decision on your expulsion until then.

Therefore, you may consider yourself temporarily suspended pending further investigation. Best regards.

Yours faithfully, Mafalda Hopkirk Ministry of Magic Misuse of the Department of Magic is prohibited.

Harry read the letter three times in a flash, his face showing his joy. When Lamia saw Harry's expression, she knew that Dumbledore must have taken action. She knew that there was no way Dumbledore would watch Harry being expelled.

But Harry still couldn't let go completely, he was still very worried about the trial that would follow.

"Harry, it's over. I wrote this letter firstly to tell you not to worry, and secondly to tell you that Dumbledore still has a way to protect you, so you don't have to worry about the trial later. It's just a formality." Lamia couldn't help but turned into a human form.

Her sudden appearance scared the Dursleys again. They could never have imagined that Lamia would appear here. In their hearts, she was more annoying than Harry.

"Where did you come from?" Uncle Vernon shouted, bringing Harry back to reality.

"Do you want to know?" Lamia walked forward with a smile. Her tone was gentle, but Uncle Vernon was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I don't want to know! Get out of my house!" Uncle Vernon shouted at the top of his lungs.