By twelve o'clock the next day, the box Harry was going to take to school was packed, full of his school essentials and all his most precious treasures—the invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick Sirius had given him, and the enchanted Hogwarts map that Fred and George Weasley's twin brothers had given him last year. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He pulled out all the food hidden under the loose floor, searched the corners of the bedroom for any forgotten spell books and quills, and then took off the sheet hanging on the wall with all the days up to the first of September. He had to cross the day above every day he passed, hoping to get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

In the residence at No. 4 Privet Road, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. Soon a group of wizards of all kinds will visit their home, which makes the Dursleys irritable and nervous. When Harry told Uncle Vernon that the Weasleys would be arriving at five o'clock the next afternoon, Uncle Vernon looked shocked.

"I wish you told them to dress modestly, those people can't really say." Uncle Vernon immediately roared, "I've seen your kind of stuff wearing. It's better for them to wear normal clothes, that's appropriate. ”

Harry was slightly worried. he

It is rare to see Mr. or Mrs. Weasley wearing what the Dursleys call "normal" clothing.

Their children may wear a few Muggle clothes for the holidays, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley usually wear all sorts of tattered robes. Harry didn't care what his neighbors would think, but he was worried that if the Weasleys showed up in the most terrible image of wizards in the Dursleys' minds, he wondered how the Dursleys would treat them with disrespect.

Uncle Vernon put on his best suit. To some, this was probably meant to be a sign of welcome, but Harry knew that Uncle Vernon was doing it to make himself look personable and domineering.

Dudley, on the other hand, looked like it had shrunk a bit. Dudley was so scared.

The last time Dudley came into contact with an adult wizard, a curled pig's tail sticking out of the back of his pants forced Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to pay him to be taken to a private hospital in London to have the tail cut off. Dudley had just recovered from the fright, so it was no wonder that he was so nervous now, groping his hands on his ass and dodging from room to room, for fear that he would be targeted by the enemy again and repeat the tragedy of the last time.

At lunchtime, almost no one spoke. Dudley didn't even protest against the food. Aunt Penny didn't eat anything. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips as if chewing on her tongue, as if she were chewing and swallowing the angry condemnation she hoped to throw at Harry.

"They must have come by car, huh?" Uncle Vernon asked sharply across the table.

"Hmm." Harry replied.

He hadn't thought about it. How are the Weasleys going to pick him up? They don't have cars anymore. They had a Ford Anglia in their possession, but it was now raging through the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

Last year, Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic, maybe he'll do the same today?

"Probably." Harry said.

Uncle Vernon snorted and squirted a rough breath onto his beard. As is customary, Uncle Vernon should have asked Mr. Weasley what kind of car he was driving. He always likes to judge other men by how spacious and expensive their cars are. But Harry suspected that even if Mr. Weasley drove a Ferrari, Uncle Vernon probably wouldn't like him.

Harry spent almost the whole afternoon in his bedroom. He couldn't stand the way Aunt Petunia peered out through the mesh curtain every few seconds, as if she had been warned that a rhinoceros had escaped from the zoo. Finally, it was a quarter past five that Harry walked down the stairs into the living room.

Aunt Petunia was swinging the cushion around like she was suffering from obsessive-compulsive psychosis. Uncle Vernon pretended to be reading the newspaper, but his little eyes didn't move. Harry was sure that he was actually listening intently to see if there was a car coming. Dudley squeezed his fat body into an armchair, his fleshy hands pressed under him, clutching his ass tightly. Harry couldn't stand the tension and left the living room and came out to sit on the stairs in the foyer, his eyes fixed on his watch, his heart beating fast with excitement and nervousness.

However, five o'clock was past and above, and Uncle Vernon in a suit and leather shoes was already sweating slightly. He opened the front door, looked left and right down the road, and immediately retracted his head.

"They're late!" He said to Harry in a foul voice.

"I know," said Harry, "probably—well—probably too much traffic. ”

5:10 a.m...... Quarter past five...... Harry himself was starting to lose his breath. At half-past five, he heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny muttering 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."

"Well, don't even think about it," said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard him stand up and pac around the living room, "and they took the boy and left, and they weren't allowed to linger here." That's if they come. Probably getting the date wrong, I dare say that their kind of people don't have a sense of time at all. Or the classic car they were driving broke down halfway through—ah!! ”

Harry leaped to his feet. From behind the living room door, the sound of the Dursleys crawling around the room in horror could be heard. Then, Dudley rushed into the foyer with a horrible expression.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Dudley seemed speechless.

He clasped his ass tightly with his hands and stumbled into the kitchen as quickly as he could.

Harry hurried into the living room.

The first thing he saw was Du Teng who was sorting out his clothes, wearing decent clothes, which seemed to appear out of thin air, scaring Dursley and Love half to death.

"Duten? How do you ......"

"I came to see you, what, you're not welcome?"

Duten laughed.

"No, no, sit down...... I mean, aren't we not allowed to use magic in front of Muggles? How do you ......"

Harry said incoherently.

"Haha, that kind of rule, it's just written for people who don't dare to break the rules, and the Muggles mentioned in the rules refer to ordinary people who don't know the existence of magic at all, I don't think your uncle's family should be in this category."

Du Ten smiled, his eyes looking around, and finally he set his eyes on the fireplace.

The Dursley's fireplace was sealed with a fake coal-burning stove in front of it.

"If I were you, I'd tear this thing down, you know, the most convenient way to move around in the wizarding world besides phantom shifting is ......"

"Floo powder?!"

Harry's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to fetch the fireplace, but unfortunately, before he could open the fireplace, there was already a sound of banging on the wall.

"What's that?" Aunt Petunia had retreated to the wall, glaring at the electric stove in fear, and asked breathlessly, "What's that, Vernon?" ”

Their questions were quickly answered. The voices of several people could be heard from behind the sealed fireplace.

"Alas! No, Fred - go back, go back, probably by mistake - tell George not to- alas! No, George, I can't squeeze in here, go back and tell Ron-"

"Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad—maybe he'll let us out—"

As a result, several fists slammed into the wall behind the electric stove.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me? ”

Like two angry wolverines, the Dursleys attacked Harry.

"What's going on?" Uncle Vernon snarled and asked, "What are they doing?" ”

"They...... They want to get here on Floo powder. Harry said, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and tried to restrain himself, "They can travel on the fire, but you sealed the fireplace......"

He walked over to the fireplace and shouted through the wall panel.

"Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me? ”

The sound of fists slamming against walls stopped.

"Mr. Weasley, I'm Harry...... The fireplace was sealed. You can't get out of here. ”

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

"They got an electric stove." Harry explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley's voice became excited, "You mean, electrified?" Is there a plug? It's great, I'm going to have to see it...... Let me think...... Alas, Ron! ”

Ron's voice joined them.

"What are we doing here? Is something wrong? ”

"Oh, no, Ron," Fred's voice came out in a sarcastic tone, "nothing happens, this is where we're going." ”

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

"Kids, kids......" Mr. Weasley's muffled voice said, "I'm thinking about what to do...... All right...... That's all there is to it...... Harry, stand back. ”

Harry stepped back to the couch, and Uncle Vernon took a few steps forward.

"Wait!" He shouted at the fire, "What the hell do you want—"

Rumble!!!

The sealed fireplace exploded, and the electric stove flew to the other end of the room, and Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron were thrown out along with a large pile of rubble walls.

Aunt Petunia screamed and fell backwards on the coffee table, but Uncle Vernon reached out and grabbed her so she didn't fall to the ground.

Uncle Vernon gasped and couldn't speak, just staring at the Weasleys. They both had red hair, and Fred and George, two brothers carved out of the same mold, and even the freckles on their faces were identical.

"It's much better now." Mr. Weasley gasped, dusting off his green robes and holding his glasses, "Ah—you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!" ”

Mr. Weasley, a stocky, stocky bald man, held out a hand and walked toward Uncle Vernon, but Uncle Vernon took Aunt Penny and took a few steps back. Uncle Vernon was speechless, and his best suit was covered with white dust, as was his hair and beard, making him look like he was thirty years old at once.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Weasley turned his head to look at the exploding fireplace, "It's all my fault." I didn't expect that we would not be able to get out when we arrived at our destination. Did you know that I connected your fireplace to the Floo network? Technically, Muggle fireplaces weren't supposed to be connected to the internet, but I had a very useful acquaintance in the Floo management team who helped me get it done.

Don't worry, I'll get it for you in a moment. I'll light a fire, send the kids back, and then I can fix the fireplace for you before I apparition away. ”

Harry dared say that the Dursleys didn't understand a word of it. They all stared blankly at Mr. Weasley. Aunt Petunia straightened up and staggered behind Uncle Vernon.

"Hello, Harry!" Mr. Weasley said happily, "Have you packed your boxes?" ”

"Upstairs." Harry smiled at him as well.

"Let's move down." Fred immediately volunteered. He and George winked at Harry and left the living room. They knew where Harry's bedroom was, and on one occasion, they rescued him from his bedroom in the middle of the night. Harry suspected that Fred and George wanted to see Dudley, and they had heard a lot about Dudley from Harry.

"Okay." Mr. Weasley said. He wagged his hands slightly, desperately trying to find the right words to break the uncomfortable silence. "You're living in a very-- um- very beautiful place."

The normally spotless living room was now littered with dust and broken bricks, so it was unlikely that this compliment would have sounded popular to the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon's face flushed, and Aunt Petunia began to bite her tongue again. However, they all seemed too frightened to say another word.

Mr. Weasley looked around the room. He liked everything Muggle-related. Harry could tell that he was eager to walk over and take a closer look at the television and VCR.

"They're electric, aren't they?" He said knowingly, "Ah, yes, I see the plug." I collect plugs," he said to Uncle Vernon again, "and batteries, and I collect many, many batteries. ”

Uncle Vernon apparently thought Mr. Weasley was crazy. He moved imperceptibly to the right, blocking Aunt Petunia with his body, as if he thought Mr. Weasley would suddenly jump up and attack them.

Suddenly, Dudley reappeared in the room.

Harry could hear the crates dragging down the stairs, which he knew had scared Dudley out of the kitchen. Dudley moved against the wall, staring at Mr. Weasley with terrified eyes, desperately trying to hide himself behind his parents. Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon's big man was more than enough to block the skinny Aunt Penny, but it was impossible to stop Dudley.

"Ah, that's your cousin, isn't it, Harry?" Mr. Weasley plucked up his courage again and tried to talk to them.

"yes," said Harry, "he's Dudley. ”

He exchanged glances with Ron, and quickly looked away. They wanted to laugh so much that they couldn't hold back. Duten didn't bother with that, he just laughed and pointed Dudley in the eye and looked at Harry.

"This is your cousin who was conjured with a pig's tail by Hagrid? It's so suitable, he's just a pig! (To be continued.) )