Harry did not have much doubt about what Mrs. Figg said. After all, her words made sense.
Dumbledore had stationed Mrs. Figg here; there was no reason for her merely to watch his behavior. Surely, part of the intention was to protect him. And if she was to protect him, she ought to have at least some means of dealing with ordinary Dark Wizards.
Harry nodded at once, leaving Mrs. Figg there alone before departing with Dudley.
Dudley still had not quite figured out the situation. That Dikin fellow had been lying there, looking strange. Harry and Mrs. Figg could tell that it was most likely a Dementor's doing, but Dudley could not.
Of course he could not. He did not even know what a Dementor was.
"Harry, what exactly is going on? What happened to that man back there?" Dudley could not help asking again.
"Something awful." Harry shook his head. "Unless something unexpected happened, his soul was probably sucked out."
"His soul was sucked out?" Dudley's plump face was filled with horror and disbelief. "So, that man, is he dead?"
Having only just turned fifteen, Dudley clearly could not accept someone who had been alive moments ago suddenly dying before his eyes. That was true even if the man had attacked them earlier.
"No, but I'm afraid it's a little worse than death." Harry hesitated, but still gave Dudley a brief explanation of Dementors.
Although Harry had told Dudley quite a bit about Hogwarts and the Wizard World over several holidays, most of what he had shared had been interesting things. He rarely told Dudley about the dangerous, frightening things.
In fact, he often told stories about the Wizard World as though they were fairy tales.
Thus, although Dudley knew that the Ministry of Magic in the Wizard