In this atmosphere of silence and tension, time faded by. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tea in the cups in front of Aven, Harry, and Hermione had long since been drained, but no one refilled them.

Neither Harry's uncle nor his aunt seemed to mean it.

Aven knew a spell that could conjure wine, but he couldn't cast it here.

But it didn't bother him, and the cloth bag he carried with him, which had been enlarged with the Traceless Stretching Charm, contained a lot of drinks.

They are all juices he brought back from France, and when illuminated by the light, these juices will refract a colorful and dreamy light, and they are very famous in the French magical world.

Evan took out the juice and served a glass to himself, Harry, and Hermione, and filled Dudley's cup on the other side.

Smelling the sweet smell of juice, Dudley couldn't wait to pick up his glass.

"Oh, no, little Dudley!" Harry's Aunt Petunia shouted at him, "don't touch that thing, put it down." ”

"Don't worry, this juice is fine!" said Aven, "but you better not put anything in your mouth when the other wizards give you, especially the twins who are coming, and be extra careful, they like to play pranks." ”

Maybe it was Aven's identity, or maybe it was his attitude, but Aunt Petunia finally allowed Dudley to drink the juice.

Of course, the awkward atmosphere in the room did not improve as a result.

Evan told Harry and Hermione about what he had seen in Beauxbatons, and across the street, the Dursleys were muttering quietly.

Dudley stared at the half-left bottle of juice on the table, licking his lips and his eyes glinting with greed.

And just like that, when the time came to five o'clock, I quietly walked over again!

For unknown reasons, the Weasleys were late.

Because of the hot weather and the amount of wear he was wearing, Mr. Dursley, who was in a suit and leather shoes, had begun to sweat slightly.

Impatiently, he stood up, opened the front door, looked left and right down the road, and immediately retracted his head.

"They're late!" he shouted to Harry in a foul voice.

"I know!" Harry responded, "Like, well, probably too much traffic, it must be this!"

That being said, he was also a little out of breath.

Harry turned his head and looked uneasily at Aven, who shook his head.

In his opinion, Mr. Weasley, they must have come through Floo Nets or Phantom Shapeshifting.

No matter how you think about it, there is no chance of traffic congestion.

Wait, Floo.com?!

It occurred to Evan that if they came here through the Floo Net, they must come out of the fireplace.

The Dursleys' fireplace was sealed, and a fake coal-burning electric stove was placed in front of it.

Evan hurriedly stood up and walked over to the fireplace to take a closer look.

He seemed to hear something, and behind Aven, the Dursleys were still muttering angrily in the living room.

"No respect at all!"

"We might have another date. ”

"They probably thought that if they came a little later, we would invite them to dinner. ”

"Hmph, don't even think about it!" "They took the three children and left, and they weren't allowed to stay here." ”

Then, he shouted to Harry and Hermione, who were sitting on the couch, "I mean, if they can come. They've probably got the date wrong, and I dare say their kind doesn't have a sense of time at all. ”

Just then, Evan heard a burst of talking coming from inside the fireplace, someone was inside!

He guessed right, the Weasleys had arrived through Floo.com.

Before he could figure out what to do, there was a terrified shout from beside him.

"Ahh

Curious about what Evan was doing in front of the fireplace, he had just followed and was startled by the sound in the fireplace.

To be honest, his shouting also startled Aven.

"What's wrong, what's going on?" Harry rushed at once.

In the corner of the living room, the sound of the Dursleys crawling around the room in horror could be heard.

Dudley kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, his expression extremely terrifying.

He seemed speechless and clung to his ass with his hands.

"They seem to have arrived, and they were inside the fireplace!" said Aven.

At this moment, there was a heavy pounding and grinding sound from behind the fireplace in the Dursleys.

"Oh, no, Fred, go back, go back, probably mistakenly, tell George not to ...... No, George, I can't squeeze in here, go back and tell Ron not to come......"

"Daddy, I heard Evan and Harry talking, they were outside. Fred shouted.

"I heard that, too, and they might be able to get us out!"

As soon as George's voice fell, the sound of several fists slamming heavily on the wall behind the electric stove was heard.

"Aven, Harry, can you hear me?!"

"It's Mr. Weasley, he's in there!" Hermione ran over, "They must have come here through Floo Powder, but they don't know that, unlike wizards, Muggle family fireplaces are usually sealed." ”

"I hear you, Hermione is out there too!" Mr. Weasley said happily.

"Maybe we can ......"

Before Evan could finish speaking, the Dursleys rushed over like two angry wolverines and attacked the three of them.

"What's going on?" asked Mr. Dursley, snarling, "what are they doing?"

"They want to get here on Floo powder. Harry said, wanting to laugh out loud, and he desperately restrained, "They can travel on the fire, but you seal the fireplace, wait a minute......"

At this time, Evan and Hermione were talking to the inside across the wall panel.

"Mr. Weasley, I'm Aven!" he shouted, "The fireplace is sealed!"

"Damn!" Mr. Weasley's voice said, "why are they going to seal the good fireplace?"

"They got an electric stove. Hermione explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley's voice excited, "you mean, electrified? Is there a plug? Great, I must see it, let me think about it...... Alas, Ron!"

Immediately after, Ron's voice joined them.

"What are we doing here, is something wrong?"

"Nothing happened!" Fred's voice came out in a sarcastic tone, "this is where we're going." ”

"Gee, we're all wasting our time here!" said George, his voice muffled, as if he was being squeezed against the wall.

"Kids, kids!" said Mr. Weasley's muffled voice, "I'm thinking about what to do, okay, that's all, Aven, Harry, Hermione, you three stand back." ”

They hurried back to the sofa in the drawing-room, and Mr. Dursley took a few steps forward.

"Wait!" he shouted into the fire, "what the hell do you want......

There was a loud bang, and before he could say anything, the fireplace in his house was blown up! )