Chapter 483: Welcoming

Building momentum?

Anyway, Harry didn't quite understand it. In fact, he didn't really want to understand it, but as long as it was useful, it would be fine.

The Ron family was about to come to the Dursleys' house to pick him up. Leaving here had always been what Harry had dreamed of.

Before twelve o'clock the next day, Harry's suitcase was filled with school supplies, as well as all the prizes - the Invisibility Cloak he inherited from his father, the broom he got from Sirius, and all the prizes he had won last year. The Marauder's Map of Hogwarts given by De and George.

He emptied all the food from under the floorboards, carefully checked every nook and cranny, not forgetting his spelling book and quill, and took down the timetable from the wall until September 1st - Harry crossed out , in order to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

The atmosphere inside No. 4 Pridley Street was particularly tense. A group of wizards were about to arrive at their home, and the Dursleys were restless and irritable. Harry told him that the Weasleys would be arriving at five, and Vernon looked absolutely terrified.

"I hope you've told them to dress decently, these people," he snapped immediately, "I've seen you guys wearing the kind of clothes they'd better dress decently in normal clothes. That's all."

Harry had a premonition. He had never seen the Weasleys wearing what the Dursleys would call normal clothes.

During holidays, their children may wear Muggle clothes, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley 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 they wore the look that Uncle Vernon hated the most.

Uncle Vernon put on his best clothes. To some this might have been a sign of welcome, but Harry knew that his uncle was trying to impress others and was also a threat to others. Dudley, however, was not in such good spirits. Not because the new recipe finally worked, but because of fear. The last time he encountered a great wizard had a curly pigtail pierced through his seat and into his buttocks. He had to pay to have the pig's tail removed at a private hospital in London. Therefore, Dudley always walked nervously from one room to another while touching his buttocks with his hands, as if he would not let the same target be given to the enemy again.

Lunch went on quietly. Dudley didn't complain about the food either (cottage cheese, grated celery). Auntie doesn't eat anything. She held up her arms and pressed her lips tightly together, as if she was chewing her tongue. Although she wanted to scold Harry harshly, she retracted.

"Did they drive here?" My uncle spoke from the other side.

"Uh," said Harry.

He had thought about how they would pick him up? They didn't have a car either, the old Ford they had. Anria is currently running wild in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. But Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic last year, and maybe he will do the same today?

"I think so," said Harry.

Uncle Vernon scoffed. Usually, my uncle would ask Mr. Weasley what kind of car he drives. He tends to judge others based on the size of the car and how expensive the car is. But Harry doubted that even if Mr. Weasley arrived in a Ferrari, he would be indifferent.

Of course, the Fanlin family was an accident.

Mr. Al is much richer than the Dursleys, and Uncle Vernon has business dealings with them. It can be said that if it weren't for these businesses, the Dursleys' living standard would have dropped a lot.

However, Uncle Vernon was still very annoying. To be precise, he was very embarrassed when facing Mr. Al, but at least if Mr. Al invited Harry to go 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 the curtains, as if someone had warned me that a rhinoceros was on the loose. Harry just couldn't stand it. Finally, at four forty-five, Harry went downstairs and came to the living room.

Auntie roughly straightened the sofa cushions. His uncle was pretending to report, but his little eyes didn't move, and Harry was sure he was actually listening intently to see if a car was approaching.

Dudley was sitting on the armchair, his fat hands under his buttocks, clamping them firmly. Unable to resolve the tense situation, Harry left the room and sat on the stairs in the hall, staring at the door, his heart beating rapidly because of excitement.

But five o'clock came, and soon after five o'clock, my uncle's clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened the front door, looked up and down the street, and then came back soon.

"They're late," he said to Harry.

"I know." Harry said, "Maybe there's a traffic jam or something else."

It was five minutes past five...then ten minutes past five...Harry was now starting to feel uneasy. At half past five, he heard his uncle and aunt having a brief conversation in the living room.

"No consideration for others at all."

"We had a date."

"Maybe they thought we would treat them to dinner if it was later."

"They'd better not think about it," his uncle said, and Harry heard him stand up and pace back and forth in the living room. “They came to pick up the child and they had to leave right away, there was nothing to hang around.

That's if they come. Maybe the date was mistaken. I dare say that people like them don't know how to be meticulous in doing things. Either that or they drove a crappy car and it broke down on the road! "

However, from the door on the other side of the living room, the frightened screams of the three Dursleys could be heard. Then Dudley flew back into the hall, looking frightened.

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

But Dudley seemed speechless. Still protecting his butt with both hands, he walked into the kitchen as quickly as possible. Harry hurried to the living room.

There was a loud banging and scraping sound coming from behind the Dursleys' stove, and there was a coal fire blocking the front of the stove.

"What is that?" said her aunt, who was back on the other side of the wall, staring at the fire with her eyes motionless and frightened. "What is that? Vernon?"

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

"Oh, Fred, how about... go back, go back, something is wrong, tell George not to... Ouch! No, there is no place, go back right away and tell Ron..."

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

There was the sound of fists banging on wooden boards from behind the electric stove.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

The Dursleys surrounded Harry like several angry cans of wolves.

"What is this?" my uncle roared, "What's going on?"

"They want to floo powder here." Harry said, wanting to laugh. "They will advance in the flames, but you have sealed the exit from the fireplace...wait...wait..."

Harry stepped closer to the stove and yelled at the board.

"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 through."

"Damn it!" said Mr. Weasley, "Why on earth did they seal up the fireplace?"

"They have electric stoves," Harry explained.

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley, who was very excited. "Electricity, you say? Is there a plug?"

Gosh, I gotta see, let's see... Ouch, Ron! "

Ron's voice joined now.

"What are we doing here? Is there any problem? "Oh, no, Ron," Fred said, sounding a bit sarcastic. "This happens to be our destination. "

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

Mr. Weasley said vaguely, "Boys, I'm wondering what to do. Yes...the only way...stand back, Harry!"

Harry stepped back to the sofa. But my uncle walked forward.

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

Bang!

The wood-panelled fireplace exploded outwards, and electric fire shot across the room, covering Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron with stone fragments and wood chips scattered all over the floor. My aunt screamed and fell backwards against the coffee table. My uncle picked her up before she fell to the floor, stunned and speechless. These Dursleys all have red hair, including Fred and George, they are exactly the same.

"That's it," Mr. Weasley said breathlessly, brushing the dust off his green robe and adjusting his glasses, "Ah - you must be Harry's uncle and aunt! "

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

"Uh - I'm really - sorry," said Mr. Weasley, putting down his hands and looking down at the blown stove. "It's all my fault. We couldn't get out from the other end. I shouldn't have been like this." . I hooked up your stove to the floo for just one afternoon so we could pick up Harry, your stoves aren't supposed to be connected together, technically that's what it is, but I did some useful work beforehand The connection... I can put it back together in a moment. Don't worry. I'll get the kids back on the fire and I can fix the stove for you."

Harry bet the Dursleys had no idea what Weasley meant. They were stunned. Auntie was swaying and uneasy, so she 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, of whom they had heard a lot about him.

"Oh," Mr. Weasley waved his hand, searching his brain for something to say to break the uncomfortable silence. "It's a very, very good place. Your place is pretty good."

The usually spotless living room was now covered in dust and bricks, which didn't sit well with the Dursleys. My uncle's face turned purple again, and my aunt started chewing her tongue again.

However, they seemed too scared to say anything.

Mr. Weasley looked around. He loved all things Muggle. Harry could tell he wanted to check out the TV, the VCR.

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

"Huh! I can see plugs and I collect plugs," he said to Aunt Vernon. "And batteries. Collect a bunch of batteries. My wife thinks there's something wrong with me, but there's no such thing as that."

Uncle Vernon also thought Weasley was crazy. He slowly leaned to his right, out of his way, as if he expected Mr. Weasley to pounce on them.

Dudley suddenly reappeared in the room. Harry heard the sound of a suitcase closing upstairs and knew that the sound scared Dudley so much that he ran out of the kitchen. Dudley was walking against the wall, staring at Mr. Weasley with fear in his eyes, trying to hide behind his mother and father. Unfortunately, his father's body was big enough to cover his mother, but it couldn't cover him.

"Ha! Is this your cousin, Harry?" Mr. Weasley tried.

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

He exchanged glances with Ron and then left, because it was hard to resist the temptation to laugh. Dudley still protected his buttocks for fear of falling. Mr. Weasley was really concerned about Dudley's special move. Judging by the tone of his next words, Harry was pretty sure Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was crazy, just as Dudley thought he was crazy, except that Weasley felt sympathy rather than fear.

"How was your holiday, Dudley?" he said kindly.

Dudley began to sob. Harry saw his hands tightening around his huge ass.

Fred and George returned to the room, Harry's suitcase in hand. They looked around as they came in, recognized Dudley, and smiled evilly.

"Ah, well," said Weasley, "Better laugh."

He smoothed his sleeves and took out his wand. Harry saw the three Dursleys leaning against the wall, crowded together like one person.

Just like Hagrid was sitting on the sofa in the island cabin, Mr. Weasley clicked his wand, and the stove that had not been used for a long time was suddenly lit.

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

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

"Apparating is not safe for you," Mr. Weasley said. "Fred, come on."

"Okay," Fred nodded, leaning closer to the fire... "No, wait a minute."

While talking, Fred pulled out a lot of candies from his pocket. A bag of candies came out and rolled all over the floor. There were big, fat toffees, beautifully packaged.

Fred crawled around and stuffed the candy back. Then she waved happily to Dudley, walked forward, walked into the fire, and said "Go back to the cave." Auntie trembled, held her breath, and with a "whistle", Fred disappeared.

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

Harry helped George take the suitcase over the fire. George said "Back to the cave" and "Swish"

With a bang, George disappeared too.

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

"Goodbye," Ron said happily to Dudley. He smiled at Harry, walked into the fire, said "Go back to the cave" and disappeared.

Now it's just Harry, Mr. Weasley.

"Well, goodbye," Harry said to his uncle's family.

They said nothing. Harry walked towards the fire. Just as he was almost reaching the fireside, Weasley reached out and pulled him back, surprised at the reaction of the Dudleys.

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

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

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

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

My uncle's face was filled with anger. It seemed hard for him to be lectured by someone who blew up half of his living room.

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

"goodbye". Harry said, stepping into the green flames, it felt like a warm breath. Just then, there was a terrible sound of vomiting coming from behind. Auntie began to scream.

Harry turned around. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling at the coffee table and vomiting, a foot-long purple sliver sticking out of his mouth. After a moment of panic, Harry realized 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 attempt to die? Can he just eat Fred's food?

Well, Dudley has turned into a pig tail because of stealing cake.

This can't be blamed on him, a pig's self-cultivation.

The aunt threw herself desperately on the floor beside Dudley. He grabbed the end of Dudley's swollen tongue in his mouth and tried to pull it out of his mouth. Not surprisingly, Dudley screamed harder and spat harder, trying to push his mother away. Uncle Vernon was yelling and waving his arms in circles, and Weasley had to yell to be heard.

"Don't worry, I can find a way," he stretched out his wand and walked towards Dudley, but his aunt screamed even louder and lay on top of Dudley, not wanting Weasley to get close to Dudley.

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

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

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

Auntie cried hysterically, pulling Dudley's tongue as if she was determined to pull it out, and Dudley almost suffocated under the double pressure of his mother and tongue. Uncle had completely lost control, grabbed a porcelain statue from the kitchen cabinet and threw it at Mr. Weasley. Weasley ducked his head to avoid it, but the decoration shattered in the fireplace.

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

Uncle Vernon yelled like a wounded hippo, grabbing another decoration.

"Harry, go," Weasley roared, hitting his uncle with his wand.

Harry didn't want to miss the fun. But his uncle's second decoration passed by his left ear, and after weighing the pros and cons, he thought it best to leave this situation to Mr. Weasley. He walked towards the fire, said "Back to the hole", and finally saw Mr. Weasley use his wand to make the third decoration in his uncle's hand fly out and explode. Auntie screamed, lying on top of the Dursleys, Dudley's tongue exhausted against her, like a huge slimy python.

But Harry had already started spinning rapidly, and in a flash he was flying out of the Dursley living room in a burst of green flames. (To be continued)