Chapter 437 The Fireplace Blows Up

In this silent, tense atmosphere, time gradually passed.

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

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

Ivan does know a spell that can conjure wine, but he can't cast it here.

But it didn't bother him. The cloth pouch he carried with him, which had been enlarged with the traceless stretching spell, contained a lot of drinks.

They are all the juices he brought back from France. Under the light, these juices will reflect colorful and dreamy light, which is very famous in the French magic circle.

Ivan took out the juice, poured a glass for himself, Harry, and Hermione, and filled Dudley's glass opposite.

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

"Oh, no, little Dudley!" Harry's Aunt Petunia said loudly, "Don't touch that thing, put it down."

"Don't worry, this juice is fine!" Aiwen said, "But you'd better not put things in your mouth that other wizards give you, especially the twins who will come later, you have to be extra careful, They like to play tricks."

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

Of course, the awkward atmosphere in the room didn't get any better.

Ivan told Harry and Hermione what he had seen in Beauxbatons, and on the opposite side, the Dursleys were also whispering.

Dudley stared at the half-filled bottle of juice on the table, licked his lips, and his eyes gleamed greedily.

In this way, when the time came to five o'clock, it quietly walked over again!

For whatever reason, the Weasleys were late.

Because of the sweltering weather and wearing a lot of clothes, Mr. Dursley in a suit and leather shoes has begun to sweat slightly.

He stood up impatiently, opened the front door, looked around the road, and immediately retracted his head.

"They're late!" he shouted gruffly at Harry.

"I know!" Harry responded, "Maybe, um, maybe there's too much traffic, it must be this one!"

Even so, he was a little restless.

Harry turned his head and looked at Ivan uneasily, and Ivan shook his head.

In his opinion, Mr. Weasley and the others must have come through the Floo Network or Apparation.

No matter how you think about it, traffic jams are unlikely to happen.

Wait a minute, Floo? !

Aiwen suddenly thought that if they came here through the Floo network, they must come out of the fireplace.

The Dursleys had a sealed fireplace with a fake coal-fired electric stove in front of it.

Ivan stood up hurriedly, walked to the fireplace, and observed carefully.

He seemed to hear something. Behind Ivan, the Dursleys were still muttering unhappily in the living room.

"No respect for others at all!"

"We may have other appointments."

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

"Well, don't even think about it!" said Mr. Dursley. "They'll take those three kids and go away, and they're not allowed to stay here."

Then he called out to Harry and Hermione, who were sitting on the sofa, "I mean, if they could come. They must have got the day wrong, and I bet their kind have no sense of time at all. "

At this moment, Ivan heard a voice coming from the fireplace, someone was inside!

He guessed right, the Weasleys had come here via the Floo network.

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

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Dudley yelled.

Curious about what Ivan was doing in front of the fireplace, he followed him just now, and was startled by the sound inside the fireplace.

To be honest, Ivan was startled by his yelling.

"What's the matter, what happened?" Harry rushed over immediately.

In the corner of the living room, there was the sound of the three Dursleys crawling around the room in panic.

Dudley kept wiping the sweat from his brow, his expression extremely horrified.

He seemed speechless, covering his buttocks tightly with both hands.

"They seem to have arrived, right inside the fireplace!" Ivan said.

At this very moment, from behind the Dursleys' fireplace came the sound of heavy banging and grinding.

"Oh! No, Fred, go back, go back, I must have made a mistake, tell George not to come! No, George, there is no room here, go back and tell Ron not to come"

"Dad, I heard Ivan and Harry talking, they are outside." Fred shouted.

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

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

"Ivan, 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 covered with fire. Sealed."

"I heard, Hermione is outside!" said Mr. Weasley happily.

"Maybe we can"

Before Ivan finished speaking, the Dursleys rushed over like two angry wolverines and attacked the three of them.

"What's going on?" Mr. Dursley growled loudly. "What are they doing?"

"They're trying to get here on Floo powder," said Harry, trying to keep from laughing out loud, "They can travel on fire, but you've got the fireplace sealed up, wait a minute"

At this time, Ivan and Hermione were talking inside through the wallboard.

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

"Damn it!" said Mr. Weasley's voice, "why did they seal up the good fireplace?"

"They got an electric stove," Hermione explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley's voice became excited. "Live, you mean? Got a plug? That's great, I've got to see it, and let me think ouch, Ron!"

Then Ron's voice joined them.

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

"It's all right!" came Fred's voice, sarcastically. "This is exactly where we're going."

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

"Children, children!" Mr. Weasley said in a vague voice, "I'm thinking about what to do, well, that's the only way, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, you three stand back."

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

"Wait!" he yelled into the fire, "what on earth are you trying to do?"

There was a loud bang, and before he could say anything, the fireplace in his house was blown apart! (To be continued.)