HP Magic Biography

Build momentum?

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

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

Before twelve o'clock the next day, Harry's suitcase was full of school supplies and all the prizes - the invisibility cloak he inherited from his father, the broom he got from Sirius, last year's Fry The Marauder's Map of Hogwarts given by Dick and George.

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

The atmosphere at number four Priwhite Street was particularly tense. A group of wizards was coming to their house, and the Dursleys were restless and irritable. Harry told him the Weasleys would be arriving at five, and Vernon looked completely terrified.

I hope you've told them to dress respectably, these people, he snapped at once. I've seen you folks dressed like that, and they'd better be respectable in their normal clothes. That's all.

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

During the holidays, their children might wear Muggle clothes, but the Weasleys usually wore 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 were dressed in what Uncle Vernon hated the most.

Uncle Vernon put on his best clothes. To some, it might have been a gesture of welcome, but Harry knew that his uncle was trying to impress others, as well as being a threat. Dudley wasn't in the same spirits. Not because the new recipe finally worked, but because of fear. The last time he met a big wizard with a curly pigtail impaled on his seat and into his ass. He had to pay a fortune to have the tail removed at a private hospital in London. So Dudley was always walking nervously from room to room, rubbing his ass with his hands, as if he would not let the same target be given to the enemy again.

Lunch proceeded quietly. Dudley didn't complain about the food either (cottage cheese, grated celery). My aunt doesn't eat anything. She stretched her arms, her lips pressed together like she was chewing her tongue, and though she wanted to lash out at Harry, she drew back.

Did they come here by car? said the uncle on the other side.

Er, said Harry.

he thought

How will they take him away? They didn't have a car either, the old Ford they used to have. Anlia is now running wild in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest. But Mr. Weasley had borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic last year, and perhaps the same today?

I think so, said Harry.

Uncle Vernon snorted. Usually, the uncle would then ask Mr. Weasley what kind of car he drives, he tends to judge people based on the size of the car and how expensive the car is. But Harry doubted Mr. Weasley would be bothered if he came in a Ferrari.

Of course, Fan Lin's family was an accident.

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

However, Uncle Vernon is still very annoying, to be precise, he is very embarrassed when facing Mr. Al, but at least Uncle Vernon will not stop Mr. Al from inviting Harry to go out.

Harry spent most of the afternoon in his bedroom. Every once in a while my aunt looked out of the curtains, as if someone had warned that a rhino was fleeing. Harry couldn't stand it. Finally, at four forty-five, Harry came downstairs and into the drawing room.

My aunt straightened the sofa cushion roughly. Uncle was pretending to report, but his small eyes didn't move, and Harry was sure he was actually listening intently to see if a car was coming.

Dudley was sitting in the armchair with his fat hands under his hips, clamping them firmly. There was nothing Harry could do to break 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 it was five o'clock, and soon after five o'clock, and my uncle's clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened the front door, looked up and down the street, and came back soon.

They're late, he said to Harry.

I know, said Harry. Maybe, the traffic jam, or something.

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

No consideration for other people at all.

We had a date.

Maybe they thought we'd treat them to dinner later.

They better not think about it, said the uncle, and Harry heard him get up and pace the living room. They had to go as soon as they picked up this kid, there was nothing around to hang around.

That's saying they came. Maybe the date was wrong. I bet they are the kind of people who don't know how to do things exactly. Either way, they took a crappy car and it broke down on the road!

However, from the door on the other side of the living room, there were three terrified screams from the Dursley family. Then Duli Fei returned to the hall like a ghost, looking frightened.

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

But Dudley seemed speechless. Still covering his buttocks with his hands, he walked into the kitchen as soon as possible. Harry hurried into the living room.

There was a loud bang and scrape from behind the Dursleys' warming stove, blocked by a coal fire in front of it.

What's that? said my aunt, who was back on the other side of the wall, her eyes still, terrified at the fire. What's that, Vernon?

But soon they knew the truth, and there was a voice in the fireplace.

Oh, Fred, how about . . . go back, go back, there's something wrong with it, tell George not to . . . ouch! No, there's no room, go right back, tell Ron . . .

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

Behind the electric stove came the sound of fists beating against planks.

Harry? Harry, can you hear me?

The Dursleys surrounded Harry like several angry wolf cans.

What's this? growled my uncle. What's the matter?

They're trying to Floo here, said Harry, wanting to laugh. They're going to go through the flames, it's just that you sealed the exit from the fireplace... wait... wait a minute...

Harry moved closer to the stove, yelling at the planks.

Mr Weasley, can you hear me?

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

Mr. Weasley, it's Harry. The fireplace is blocked and you can't get through.

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

They have electric stoves, Harry explained.

Really? said Mr. Weasley, excitedly. Electricity, you say? Got a plug?

Gosh, I gotta see, let's see... ouch, Ron!

Ron's voice is now added.

What are we doing here? Is there a problem? Oh no, Ron, said Fred, sounding a little sarcastic. This happens to be where we're going.

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

Mr. Weasley said vaguely, I was wondering what to do, boys. Yes...the only way...Stand back, Harry!

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

Wait! he said to the fire, what on earth are you going to do?

Boom!

The wood fireplace burst out, the electric stove shot across the room, and Weasley, Fred, George, Ron were covered with stone fragments and sawdust scattered all over the floor. The aunt screamed and fell backwards on the coffee table, and the uncle helped her up before she fell to the ground, stunned and unable to utter a word. These Dursley family members all have red hair, including Fred and George, they are exactly the same.

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

The tall and thin Mr. Weasley walked towards his uncle and held out his hand, but the uncle took a few steps back and held his aunt, and the uncle was completely speechless. His best clothes were dusty, as was his hair and beard, making him look thirty years older.

Er - really - sorry, said Mr Weasley, putting his hand down and looking down at the blown stove, it's all my fault we couldn't get out the other end, I shouldn't have .I hooked up your stove to the Floo network for one afternoon only so we could pick up Harry, your stoves are not supposed to be connected together, that's technically the way it is, but I did a useful Connect... I can restore it in a split second. Don't worry. I'll build a fire and send the boys back. I can fix the stove for you before I go.

Harry would bet the Dursleys had no idea what Weasley meant. They were dumbfounded. My aunt wobbled and stood restlessly, so she simply hid behind my uncle.

Hey, Harry, said Mr. Weasley, get your trunk ready!

Upstairs, said Harry, laughing.

Let's get it, said Fred quickly, 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'd heard a lot about him from him.

Oh, Mr. Weasley shook his hand, searching his brain for words to break the unpleasant silence. Very, very good place, your place is good.

The normally spotless living room was now full of dust and bricks, which wasn't too good for the Dursleys. The uncle's face turned purple again, and the aunt began to chew her tongue again.

Yet they seemed too frightened to say anything.

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

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

Oh! I can see the plugs, I collect them, he said to Uncle Vernon. And batteries. Collect a bunch of them. My wife thinks there's something wrong with me, but there's no way.

Uncle Vernon also thought Weasley was crazy. He leaned slowly to the right, out of the way of his aunt, as if he thought Mr. Weasley would suddenly pounce on them and attack them.

Suddenly Dudley reappeared in the room. Harry heard the shutting of the trunk upstairs and knew that it had scared Dudley 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 hide his mother, but not him.

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

Yes, said Harry, he's Dudley.

He exchanged glances with Ron and left, because it was hard to resist the temptation to laugh. Dudley was still covering his ass, so as not to fall off. Mr. Weasley really cared about Dudley's special move. Judging from the tone of his next sentence, Harry was pretty sure Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was crazy, just as Dudley thought he was, except that Weasley felt sympathy instead of fear.

Have a good holiday, Dudley? he said kindly.

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

Fred and George returned to the room, Harry's suitcase in hand. They looked around as they entered, recognized Dudley, and all smiled wickedly at the same time.

Oh, well, said Weasley, better laugh.

He smoothed his sleeves and took out his wand, and Harry saw the Dursleys all three leaning against the wall, packed as one.

Just like Hagrid was sitting on the sofa of the wooden house on the island, Mr. Weasley clicked his wand, and the stove that had not been used for a long time was ignited.

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

Some off-white powder was sprinkled into the stove, and the orange-red flame turned emerald green in no time.

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

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

While speaking, Fred pulled out a large pile of candies from his pocket, and a bag of candies came out, rolling all over the floor, big and fat taffy, beautifully packaged.

Fred scrambled around and stuffed the candy back. Then he waved happily to Dudley, walked forward, walked into the fire, said back to the cave, the aunt was shaking and held her breath, and with a whiz, Fred was gone.

Come, George, said Mr. Weasley, you and the trunk.

Harry helped George carry the suitcase over the fire and George said back hole and whish

With a bang, George disappeared.

You're next, Ron, said Mr. Weasley.

Goodbye, said Ron cheerfully to Dudley. He gave Harry a sigh, walked into the fire, said back to the cave, and disappeared.

It was just Harry, Mr. Weasley, now.

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

They didn't say anything. Harry walked towards the fire. Just as he was fast approaching the fire, Weasley reached out and pulled him back, surprised by the Dudleys' reaction.

Harry is saying goodbye to you, he said, can't you hear me?

Never mind, 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 righteous indignation. Of course you're going to say goodbye to him.

Uncle's face was sullen. He seemed to be having a hard time being lectured by a guy who blew up half his living room.

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

goodbye. Harry said, stepping into the green flame was like feeling warm breath. Just then, there was a horrible vomiting sound behind him. Auntie started screaming.

Harry turned around. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling by the coffee table and throwing up, a foot-long purple streak protruding from his mouth crackling. It took a moment of panic before Harry realized that the foot-long object was Dudley's tongue, and that beautiful taffy wrapper was on the floor in front of him.

This is really Dudley's death, and Fred can eat whatever he wants?

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

It can't blame him, a pig's self-cultivation.

Desperately, the aunt threw herself on the floor beside Dudley. Grabbing the end of Dudley's swollen tongue in his mouth and trying to get it out of his mouth, not surprisingly, Dudley screamed harder and spat harder, trying to push his mother away. Uncle Vernon was yelling and flailing his arms in circles, and Weasley had to yell for them to hear.

Don't worry, I can help, he held out his wand and walked towards Dudley, but his aunt yelled harder and lay on top of Dudley, not wanting Weasley to get close to Dudley.

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

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

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

Aunt was crying hysterically, grabbing Dudley's tongue as if determined to pull it out, and Dudley was almost suffocating under the double pressure of his mother and tongue. Uncle completely lost control, grabbed a ceramic statue in the kitchen cabinet and threw it at Mr. Weasley. Weasley ducked and ducked, but the decoration smashed into pieces in the fireplace.

Now, really, said Weasley, annoyed and waving his wand, I'll try.

Uncle Vernon yelled like a wounded hippopotamus and grabbed another ornament.

Harry, let's go, Weasley roared, hitting his uncle with his wand.

Harry didn't want to miss the excitement. But his uncle's second ornament was just past his left ear, and on balance he decided it was best to leave the 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 ornament fly out of his uncle's hand and explode. Aunt screamed and lay on top of Dursley, Dudley's tongue weary against her like a giant slimy boa constrictor.

But Harry had begun to spin rapidly, flying out of the Dursley's living room in a flash of green flame.