Rally?

Harry didn't really understand it anyway, and in fact, he didn't really want to understand it, but it was only useful if it was useful.

The Ron family was coming to the Dursleys to pick him up, and getting out of here had always been Harry's dream.

By twelve o'clock the next day, Harry's suitcase was full of school supplies and all the prizes—the invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father, the broom he had received from Sirius, and the map of Hogwarts from Fred and George last year.

He emptied all the food under the floor, carefully examined every nook and cranny, and did not forget to spell the textbook and quill, and took down the timetable from the wall until the 1st of September, which Harry had rowed, in order to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

The atmosphere inside Four Priwhite Street is particularly tense. A group of wizards were about to arrive at their house, and the Dursleys were restless, irritable, and irritable. Harry told him that the Weasleys were at five, and Vernon looked completely terrified.

"I hope you've told them to dress decently, these people," he snapped at once, "I've seen you people wear the kind of clothes they wear, and they'd better wear their normal clothes decently." That's it. ”

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

During the holidays, their children may wear Muggle clothes, except for the Weasleys, who usually wear filthy robes.

Harry wasn't worried about what the neighbors would think, he was worried about how rude Uncle Vernon would be to the Weasleys when the Weasleys wore the kind of look they hated the most.

Uncle Vernon put on his best clothes. For some, this may be a sign of welcome, but Harry knew that his uncle was there to make a deep impression on others, and he was also a threat to others. Dudley wasn't in good spirits. Not because the new recipe is finally working, but because of fear. The last time he met a great wizard, he impaled his seat with a curly pigtail and stabbed his ass ten. For this, he had to pay a sum of money to have his pigtail removed in a private hospital in London. As a result, Dadri was always nervously pacing from room to room, groping his ass with his hands, as if he would not let the same target be handed over to the enemy again.

Lunch went quietly. Dudley doesn't complain about the food either (cottage cheese, grated celery). My aunt doesn't eat anything. She braced her arms and her lips closed as if chewing her tongue, and though she tried to lash out at Harry, she pulled back.

"They're driving here, aren't they?" said the uncle opposite.

"Ugh. Harry said.

He had thought about how they were going to pick him up? They didn't have a car, the old Ford they used to have. Anlia is now running wild in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest. But Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic last year, and maybe the same today?

"I think so. Harry said.

Aunt Vernon scoffed. Usually, the uncle would ask Mr. Weasley what kind of car he drove, and he tended to judge people based on the size of the car and how expensive it was. But Harry suspected that even if Mr. Weasley drove a Ferrari, he would be indifferent.

Of course, the Van Lin family was an accident.

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

However, Uncle Vernon was still very annoying, to be exact, very embarrassed when facing Mr. Al, but at least if Mr. El 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 curtain, as if someone had warned that a rhinoceros was on the run. Harry couldn't take it anymore. Finally, at 4:45, Harry went downstairs and came to the living room.

Auntie roughly straightened the couch cushions. Uncle was pretending to be the newspaper, but his little eyes weren't moving, and Harry was sure he was actually listening intently to see if a car was coming.

Dudley sat in the armchair, his fat hand under the ten strands of his fart, clamping firmly. Harry couldn't defuse the tension, he left a room and sat on the stairs in the hall, his eyes on the door, his heart beating fast with excitement.

But five o'clock came, and soon after five o'clock, and my uncle's clothes were soaked with sweat, he opened the front door, looked out into the street, and then came back very quickly.

"They were late. He said to Harry.

"I know. Harry said, "Perhaps, traffic jams, or something else." ”

Five over five,...... Then it was 10 o'clock after 5:00...... Harry was now starting to feel uneasy. At half-past five, he heard his uncle and aunt talking briefly in the living room.

"No one else is thought about at all. ”

"We were supposed to have a date. ”

"Maybe they think we'll treat them to dinner if it's late. ”

"They'd better not think about it. Uncle said that Harry heard him stand up and pace up and down in the living room. "They had to leave as soon as they came to pick up the kid, and there was nothing to linger around.

That's when they came. Maybe the date is wrong. I dare say they don't know how to be meticulous in doing things. Either so, they drove a broken car and broke down on the road!"

However, from the door on the other side of the living room, the frightened cries of the Dursleys were heard. Dulfy then returned to the hall, looking frightened.

Harry jumped to his feet and said, "What's going on, what's wrong?"

But Dudley seemed speechless. With his hands still covered by ten strands, he walked into the kitchen as soon as possible. Harry hurried to the living room.

There was a loud "thud" and "scraping" sound from behind the Dursley's stove, and there was a coal fire blocking the stove in front of it.

"What's that?" said the aunt, who had returned to the wall, her eyes motionless and frightened at the fire. "What's that? Vernon?"

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

"Oh, Fred, or ...... Go back, go back, there's something wrong, tell George not to ...... Oh no, no, no, go back right away and tell Ron ......"

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

The sound of fists banging on planks came from behind the electric stove.

"Harry, Harry, can you hear me?"

The Dursleys surrounded Harry like a couple of angry wolf pots.

"What is this?" roared my uncle, "what is the matter?"

"They want to get here with Floo powder. Harry said, wanting to laugh, "They'll go through the flames, but you're sealing the exit of the fireplace...... Wait...... Wait a minute......"

Harry approached the stove and yelled at the plank.

"Mr. Weasley, can you hear me?"

The banging stopped. Someone in the chimney said, "Yes."

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry. The fireplace is sealed and you can't get by. ”

"Damn!," said Mr. Weasley, "why the hell are they sealing the fireplace?"

"They have electric stoves. Harry explained.

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley, excited, "electricity, you say?

Oh my God, I've got to see, let's think about it...... Ouch, Ron!"

Ron's voice is now joined.

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

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

Mr. Weasley said vaguely, "Kids, I'm wondering what to do." Yes...... The only way...... Stand back, Harry!"

Harry stepped back to the couch. But the uncle walked forward.

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

Boom!

The wood-plank fireplace burst outward, and the electric stove shot through the room, and Wesley, Fried, George, and Ron were covered in shards of stone and sawdust all over the floor. The aunt screamed and fell back to the coffee table, and the uncle helped her up before she could fall to the ground, stunned and unable to say a word. The Dursleys were all red-haired, including Fred and George, and they were all the same.

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

Tall, thin, Mr. Weasley walked towards his uncle and held out his hand, but he took a few steps back and grabbed his aunt, who was completely speechless. His best clothes were covered with dust, even in his hair and beard, making him look as if he had aged thirty years.

"Uh-really-sorry," said Mr. Weasley, who lowered his hand and looked down at the fried stove, "it's all my fault, we can't get out of the other end, I shouldn't have been." I'm connecting your stove to Floo for just one afternoon so we can pick up Harry, your stove isn't supposed to be connected together, strictly speaking, but I've made a useful connection beforehand...... I can get it back to its original state in an instant. Don't worry. I'll raise a fire and send the children back. Before I go, I can fix the stove for you. ”

Harry bet the Dursleys didn't understand what Wesley meant. They were stunned. The aunt staggered, stood restlessly, and simply hid behind her uncle.

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

"Upstairs. Harry said with a smile.

"Let's go get it," Fred said immediately, winking at Harry, and Fred and George left the room. They knew where Harry's bedroom was. Harry suspected they might just want to catch a glimpse of Dudley, they had heard a lot about him from him.

"Oh," Mr. Weasley shook his hand, trying to search his brain for words to break the unpleasant silence. "Very, nice place, nice place for you. ”

The normally spotless living room was now covered in dust and bricks, which didn't do well for the Dursleys. The uncle's face turned purple again, and the aunt began to chew her tongue again.

But they seemed too scared to say anything.

Mr. Weasley looked around. He loved all things Muggles. Harry could tell he wanted to see the TV, the VCR.

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

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

Uncle Vernon also thinks Weasley is crazy. He slowly leaned to the right, blocking his aunt, as if he thought Mr. Weasley would suddenly pounce on them and attack them.

Dudley suddenly reappeared in the room. Harry heard the sound of a suitcase being closed upstairs, and knew it scared Dudley out of the kitchen. Dudley walked against the wall, his eyes full of fear, staring at Mr. Weasley, trying to hide behind his mom and dad. Unfortunately, his father's body was big enough to cover his mother, but not him.

"Oh! is this your cousin, Harry?" Mr. Weasley tried.

"Yes," Harry said, "he's Dudley. ”

He exchanged glances with Ron and left, as it was hard to resist the temptation to laugh. Dudley still protected his farts for fear of falling off. Mr. Weasley really cares about this particular action of Dardery. Judging by the tone of his next sentence, Harry was sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was crazy, just as Dudley thought he was crazy, except that Weasley felt sympathy rather than fear.

"How's the holiday, Dudley?" he said kindly.

Dudley began to sob. Harry saw his hand grip on his huge ass, tighter and tighter.

Fred and George returned to the room, Harry's suitcase in hand. When they entered, they looked around and recognized Dudley, all smiling wickedly.

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

He rolled up his sleeve and pulled out his wand, and Harry saw the three Dursleys leaning against the wall, huddled together like one person.

Like Hagrid sitting on the couch in the island cabin, Mr. Weasley's wand lit it, and the stove, which had not been used in a long time, was lit in an instant.

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

Some grayish-white powder was sprinkled into the furnace, and the orange-red flame suddenly turned into an emerald green color.

"Apparition is not very safe, for you. Mr. Weasley said, "Come on, Fred." ”

"Okay," Fred nodded, and he approached the fire...... "No, wait a minute." ”

As he spoke, Fred pulled out a large pile of candy from his pocket, and a bag of candy was discharged, rolling all over the floor, and the large, fat toffee was beautifully packaged.

Fred crawled around and stuffed the candy back in. Then she waved happily at Dudley, walked forward, walked into the fire, and said "go back to the hole", and the aunt trembled, held her breath, and with a "bang", Fred was gone.

"Come, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you and the suitcase." ”

Harry helped George carry the suitcase through the fire, and George said "back to the hole", "smack"

George was gone.

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

"Goodbye. Ron said happily to Dudley. He smiled at Harry, walked into the fire, said "go back to the hole", and vanished.

Now it's just Harry, Mr. Weasley.

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

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

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

"It doesn't matter. Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley, "I don't really care. ”

Mr. Weasley didn't let go of his hand, still resting it on Harry's shoulder.

"You won't see your nephew until next summer," he said to Uncle Vernon with some righteous indignation, "and of course you will have to say goodbye to him." ”

The uncle's face was angry. It seemed to make him feel bad to be taught a lesson by someone who blew up half of his living room.

However, Mr. Weasley's wand was in hand, and the uncle's little eyes glanced at it, and said resentfully, "Goodbye." ”

"Goodbye". Harry said, stepping into the green flame as if it were a warm breath. It was then that a terrible vomiting sound was heard behind him. The aunt began to scream.

Harry turned. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling at the coffee table, vomiting, a foot-long purple strip popping out of his mouth. It took a moment of panic for Harry to realize that the foot-long object was Dudley's tongue, and that the beautiful toffee wrapper was on the floor in front of him.

Is this really Dudley's death, and Fred's stuff can be eaten as much as he wants?

Well, Dudley has conjured a pig's tail because of stealing cake.

This is not to blame him, a pig's self-cultivation.

Desperately, the aunt threw herself on the floor beside Dudley. Grabbing the end of Dudley's puffy tongue and trying to pull it out of his mouth, it was not surprising at all, Dudley screamed harder and spit harder, and he tried to push his mother away. Uncle Vernon yelled, waving his arms in circles, and Weasley had to scream to make them hear.

"Don't worry, I can do it," he said, holding out his wand and walking towards Dudley, but his aunt screamed even harder, leaning on top of Dudley, not wanting Weasley to get close to Dudley.

"No, really," Mr. Weasley said in despair, "it's an easy process.

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

But this was far from clear the Dursleys' suspicions, and they became even more frightened.

The aunt cried hysterically, pulling Dudley's tongue as if determined to pull it out, nearly suffocating under the pressure of his mother and tongue. The uncle lost control and grabbed a ceramic statue from a kitchen cabinet and threw it at Mr. Weasley, who ducked his head to dodge, but the ornament shattered in the fireplace.

"Now, really," Weasley said, angry, waving his wand, "I'll give it a try." ”

Like a wounded hippopotamus, Uncle Vernon yells and grabs another ornament.

"Harry, let's go. Weasley roared, his wand striking his uncle.

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

But Harry had begun to spin quickly, and in an instant he flew out of Dursley's living room in a flash of green flames.