Chapter 486

Build momentum?

Anyway, Harry didn't know much about it. In fact, he didn't really want to understand it, but only if it was useful.

The Ron family will come to the Dursleys to pick him up and leave here, which has always been Harry's dream.

By 12 o'clock the next day, Harry's suitcase was packed with school supplies and all the prizes - the invisibility cloak he inherited from his father, the broom he got from Sirius, the map of Hogwarts that Fred and George gave last year.

He emptied all the food under the floor, carefully examined every corner, every crevice, not forgetting the spelling textbooks and quills, and took the timetable from the wall to September 1, which Harry had scratched out, in order to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

There was a lot of tension in 4 privet street. A group of witches was coming to their house, and the Dursleys were restless and irritable. Harry told him that the Weasleys would arrive at five o'clock, and Vernon looked completely frightened.

"I hope you've told them to dress well, these people," he snapped at once. "I've seen the kind of clothes you people wear, and they'd better wear normal clothes with dignity. That's all. "

Harry had a hunch. He had never seen the Weasleys wear what the Dursleys called normal clothes.

During the holidays, their children may wear Muggle clothes, only the Weasleys usually wear dirty gowns.

Harry didn't worry about what the neighbors would think. He worried about how rude Uncle Vernon would be to the Weasleys when they were dressed in the way Uncle Vernon hated most.

Uncle Vernon put on his best clothes. For some, it may be a gesture of welcome, but Harry knew that his uncle was trying to make a deep impression on others, and it was also a threat to others. Dudley wasn't that spirited. It's not because the new recipes are finally working, it's because of fear. The last time he met a great wizard, he stabbed his seat with a curly pigtail and stabbed him in his fart. He had to pay him to remove the pigtail at a private hospital in London. As a result, Dudley always walked nervously from room to room, touching his fart with his hand, as if he would not let the same target be given to the enemy again.

Lunch went on quietly. Dudley doesn't complain about food (farmhouse cheese, ground celery). My aunt doesn't eat anything. She held her arms, her lips closed, as if she were chewing her tongue, and though she tried to berate Harry hard, she drew back.

"Did they drive here?" Talk to my uncle.

"Er." Said Harry.

He thought, how would they pick him up? They don't have a car, the old Ford they used to have. Amelia is now running through the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. But Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of magic last year, and maybe today?

"I think so." Said Harry.

Uncle Vernon scoffed. Usually, his uncle would ask Mr. Weasley what kind of car he drove. He tended to judge others according to the size and the cost of the car. But Harry suspects that even if Mr. Weasley drives a Ferrari, he won't budge.

Of course, the fanlins were an accident.

Mr. Al was much richer than the Dursleys, and Uncle Vernon had business relations with them, and it could be said that if it had not been for these businesses, the Dursleys' standard of living would have dropped by a large degree.

However, Uncle Vernon was still very annoying. To be sure, he was very embarrassed in the face of Mr. Al, but at least if Mr. al invited Harry out, Uncle Vernon would not stop him.

Harry spent most of the afternoon in his bedroom. Every once in a while, my aunt looked out of the curtains as if someone had warned that a rhinoceros was running. Harry couldn't stand it. Finally, at four forty-five, Harry came downstairs to the living room.

My aunt straightened the sofa cushion roughly. His uncle was pretending to report, but his little eyes did not move, and Harry was sure that he was actually listening intently to see if a car was coming.

Dudley sat in his armchair, his big fat hand under his fart and held it firmly. Harry couldn't get rid of the tension. He left a room and sat on the stairs in the hall, his eyes looking at the door, his heart racing with excitement.

But five o'clock arrived, and soon after five o'clock, his uncle's clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened the front door, looked at both sides of the street, and soon came back.

"They are late." He said to Harry.

"I know." Harry said, "maybe, traffic jams, or something."

Five past five Then ten past five Harry is beginning to feel uneasy now. At half past five, he heard his uncle and aunt talking briefly in the living room.

"No consideration at all."

"We had an appointment."

"Maybe they think we'll invite them to dinner later."

"They'd better not think about it." Said his uncle. Harry heard him stand up and pace up and down the living room. "They have to go as soon as they come to pick up the child. There is nothing to linger about.That's when they came. Maybe the wrong date. I'm sure they don't know how to be meticulous. Either way, they drove a broken car and broke down on the road! "

however, from the door on the other side of the living room, the three members of the Dursleys' family screamed in horror. Then Dudley flew back into the hall, looking frightened.

Harry jumped up and said, "what's going on? What's wrong with it? "

But Dudley didn't seem to be able to speak. He walked into the kitchen as soon as he could. Harry hurried to the living room.

There was a big "bang" and "scraping" sound coming from behind the Dursleys' warm stove. There was a coal fire blocking in front of the stove.

"What is that?" Her aunt said that she had returned to the wall, her eyes still, and she was terrified at the fire. "What is that? Vernon

But soon they knew the truth, and there was a sound coming from the fireplace.

"Oh, Fred Go back. Go back. There's something wrong. Tell George not to Ouch! No, there's no place. Go back and tell Ron... "

"Maybe Harry can hear us. Maybe he'll let us out."

From behind the electric stove came the sound of fists beating on the board.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me

The Dursleys surrounded Harry like angry wolf jars.

"What is this?" "What's going on?" growled his uncle

"They want to get here with floo." Harry said he wanted to laugh. "They're going to move through the fire, but you're blocking the exit from the fireplace Wait for Wait a minute... "

Harry approached the stove and yelled at the board.

"Mr. Weasley, can you hear me?"

The beating stopped. Someone in the chimney said, "yes.".

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry. The fireplace is sealed. You can't make it. "

"Damn it!" Mr. Weasley said, "why on earth do they want to seal the fireplace?"

"They have electric stoves." Harry explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley said he was excited, "electricity, you say? There's a plug?

Oh, my God, I have to see. Let's think Oh, Ron! "

Ron's voice is now added.

"What are we doing here? "Oh, no, Ron," said Fred, with a sarcastic tone This is our destination. "

" Gee, we're enjoying life, "said George, in a low voice, as if he had hit his head against a wall.

Mr. Weasley said vaguely, "children, I'm trying to figure out what to do. Yes The only way Stand back, Harry

Harry stepped back to the sofa. But my uncle went up.

"Wait a minute!" "What are you going to do?" he said to the stove

Bang!

The wood fireplace burst out, the electric stove shot through the room, and Wesley, Fred, George, Ron were full of stone fragments, and sawdust was all over the floor. My aunt screamed and fell back to the coffee table. My uncle picked her up before she fell to the ground. He was stunned and couldn't say a word. The Dursleys, all red haired, including Fred and George, were exactly the same.

"Now," said Mr. Weasley, breathlessly, brushing the dust from his green robe and straightening his glasses, "ah - you must be Harry's uncle and aunt."

The tall, thin Mr. Weasley went to his uncle and held out his hand, but he stepped back and took his aunt, who was speechless. His best clothes were covered with dust, even in his hair and beard, which made him look as if he had been thirty years old.

"Er - really - I'm sorry," said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking down at the blown up stove. "It's all my fault. We can't get out of the other end. I shouldn't have. I'll connect your stove to flynet for only one afternoon so that we can pick up Harry. Your stoves shouldn't be connected together. Strictly speaking, that's it. But I made a useful connection in advance I can restore it in an instant. don't worry. I'll make a fire and send the kids back. I can fix the stove for you before I go

Harry would bet the Dursleys didn't understand Wesley at all. They were stunned. My aunt was shaking and standing uneasy. She simply hid behind her uncle.

"Hello, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "get your suitcase ready!"

"Upstairs." Said Harry with a smile.

"Let's get it," Fred said immediately, blinking at Harry. Fred and George left the room. They know where Harry's bedroom is. Harry suspected that they might just want to see Dudley. They've heard a lot about him from him.

"Oh," Mr. Weasley shook his hand, trying to search his brain for something to break the unpleasant silence. "Very, very good place. You have a good place."This normally spotless living room is now full of dust and bricks, which is not very good for the Dursleys. My uncle's face turned purple again, and my aunt began to chew her tongue again.

But they seemed too afraid to say anything.

Mr. Weasley looked around. He loved everything about Muggles. Harry could see that he wanted to see the TV, the VCR.

"They turned off the power, didn't they?" He said as if he knew.

"Oh! I can see the plug. I collect the plug. " He said to Aunt Vernon. "And batteries. Collect a lot of batteries. My wife thinks I have something wrong with me, but there's no such thing. "

Uncle Vernon thought Weasley was crazy, too. He leaned slowly to the right, blocking his aunt, as if he thought Mr. Weasley would suddenly rush to attack them.

Dudley suddenly appeared in the room again. Harry heard the sound of closing the suitcase upstairs and knew that it had scared Dudley out of the kitchen. Dudley leaned against the wall, his eyes full of fear, staring at Mr. Weasley, trying to hide behind his mother and father. Unfortunately, his father's body could cover his mother, but he couldn't.

"Oh! This is your cousin, Harry Mr. Weasley tried to say.

"Yes," said Harry, "he's Dudley."

He exchanged glances with Ron and left, for it was hard to resist the temptation to laugh. Dudley still protected his fart for fear of falling. Mr. Weasley really cares about Dudley's special action. Judging from the tone of his next sentence, Harry was sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was crazy just as Dudley thought he was. The difference was that Weasley felt sympathy rather than fear.

"Had a good holiday, Dudley?" He said kindly.

Dudley began to sob. Harry saw that his hand was holding his big fart tighter and tighter.

Fred and George return to the room with Harry's suitcase in their hands. When they came in, they looked around, recognized Dudley, and all laughed wickedly.

"Oh, well," said Weasley, "better laugh."

He smoothed his sleeves and took out his wand. Harry saw the Dursleys three huddled against the wall like one.

Just like Hagrid was sitting on the sofa of the island cabin, Mr. Weasley lit his wand and the stove, which had not been used for a long time, was ignited.

As if it had been burning for a long time, Mr. Weasley took a small package out of his pocket.

Some gray and white powder was sprinkled into the stove, and the orange flame turned green.

"Phantom shifting is not safe for you." Mr. Weasley said, "Fred, you come."

"OK," Fred nodded as he approached the fire "No, wait a minute."

As he spoke, Fred pulled a lot of candy out of his pocket. A bag of candy came out and rolled all over the floor. The big, fat toffee was beautifully packed.

Fred crawled around and stuffed the candy back in. Then he waved happily at Dudley, walked forward, walked into the fire and said "back to the hole." aunt shuddered and held her breath. "Whoosh," Fred disappeared.

"George, come on," Mr. Weasley said, "you and the suitcase."

Harry helped George carry the suitcase into the fire. George said "back to the hole" and "whoosh"

and George was gone.

"Ron, you're next." Said Mr. Weasley.

"Goodbye." Ron said happily to Dudley. He chuckled at Harry, walked into the fire, said "back to the hole," and disappeared.

Now it's just Harry, Mr. Weasley.

"Goodbye, then." Harry said to his uncle's family.

They didn't say anything. Harry went into the fire. Just as he was about to reach the fireside, Weasley reached out and pulled him back. He was surprised by the dudleys' reaction.

"Harry said goodbye to you," he said, "can't you hear me?"

"It doesn't matter." Harry murmured to Mr. Weasley, "I don't care."

Mr. Weasley did not let go of his hand, still on Harry's shoulder.

"You won't see your nephew until next summer," he said to Uncle Vernon with some indignation. "Of course you must say goodbye to him."

His uncle's face was sullen. It seemed hard for him to be taught by a man who blew up half the living room.

However, Mr. Weasley's wand was in his hand, and his uncle's little eye glanced at it and said bitterly, "goodbye."

Goodbye. Harry said, stepping into the green flame as if it were a warm breath. Just then, there was a terrible vomit behind him. My aunt began to scream.

Harry turned around. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling at the coffee table and vomiting, and a foot long purple strip was popping out of his mouth. After a moment of trepidation, Harry realized that the foot long object was Dudley's tongue, and that beautiful toffee paper was on the floor in front of him.This is really Dudley's death. Fred can eat whatever he wants?

Well, Dudley's turned into a pig's tail by stealing the cake.

It's not his fault, a pig's self-cultivation.

My aunt threw herself at the floor next to Dudley. It's no surprise that Dudley grabbed the end of Dudley's swollen tongue and tried to pull it out of his mouth. Dudley yelled harder and vomited more. He tried to push his mother away. Uncle Vernon yelled and waved his arms in circles, and Weasley had to shout to make them hear.

"Don't worry, I can figure it out," he held out his wand and walked towards Dudley, but his aunt yelled even more, lying on Dudley, not wanting Weasley to get close to Dudley.

"No, really," Mr. Weasley said in despair, "it's a simple process.

It's because of the toffee, my son Fred, who really likes to joke, but it's a mantra, at least, I think, I can correct it "

but it did not clear the Dursleys of their doubts, and they became more frightened.

His aunt sobbed hysterically, holding on to Dudley's tongue as if determined to pull it out. Under the double pressure of his mother and tongue, Dudley almost suffocated. The uncle was completely out of control. He grabbed a ceramic statue from a kitchen cabinet and smashed it at Mr. Weasley. Weasley ducked his head, but the ornament fell to pieces in the fireplace.

"Now, really," said Weasley, angry and waving his wand, "I'll try."

Uncle Vernon, like a wounded hippopotamus, yelled and grabbed another ornament.

"Harry, let's go." Yelled Weasley, hitting his uncle with his wand.

Harry didn't want to miss the excitement. But his uncle's second ornament passed by his left ear, and after weighing it, he thought it best to leave the situation to Mr. Weasley. He walked into the fire, said "back to the hole," and finally saw Mr. Weasley use his wand to let the third ornament in his uncle's hand fly out and blow it up. His aunt screamed, lying on Dursley, his tongue leaning against her exhausted, like a giant slimy python.

But Harry had begun to spin quickly, flying out of Dursley's living room in the green fire.

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