I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

That day, Vernon Dursley growled above everything else, and he let all his anger out.

This made Mr. Weasley feel that he was being rude, so he refrained from attacking.

Let his sons take Harry's luggage and leave through the fireplace floo network first. I don't know if it was intentional or not. Before leaving, Fred spilled taffy all over the floor.

He pretended to be anxious and exclaimed to clean up quickly, but left a piece on purpose.

Dudley couldn't do anything else, but he was always the first to respond when it came to food.

Before stepping into the fireplace, Harry thought the Dursleys had treated him well this holiday, and said goodbye to them.

It's a pity that Vernon, in a state of rage and panic, ignored it at all.

Mr. Weasley muttered with some dissatisfaction: "Didn't you hear, you have to wait until next summer to see your nephew, you have to say goodbye, right?"

The people of Vernon are going to blow up, you're blowing up my living room, and now you're forcing me to say goodbye to Harry.

He wanted to have a fit, but when he saw the wand in Mr. Weasley's hand, he said aggrievedly, "Okay, goodbye!"

His whole face turned into a pig's liver color, and it could be seen that he was very angry.

"Goodbye," said Harry, one foot already in the green flame of the fireplace.

At this moment, the terrible sound of retching sounded.

Aunt Petunia screamed.

Harry saw Dudley kneeling by the coffee table, a foot-long sticky purple tongue sticking out of his mouth.

Dudley was gagged with his tongue, retching, and purring, unable to make a sound.

At his feet, there was a piece of colorful taffy paper, which was the taffy that Fred dropped and didn't pick up.

Harry knew it was Fred's fault right away, and was on the verge of smiling, held back by him.

Dudley was in pain, he felt like he was going to suffocate.

Petunia pounced on Dudley, grabbing her precious son's tongue, trying to pull it out.

Vernon waved his hands wildly, yelling at Weasley and the others to get out, while looking at his son, his small eyes were full of worry.

Mr. Weasley also felt that this was a prank by his son and wanted to help solve it.

But Vernon felt that he would hurt his son, so he picked up the only thing left in the room and threw it at him.

Mr. Weasley was only able to smash these things with his wand.

"Oh, come on!" said Mr. Weasley desperately. "The solution is very simple. It was the toffee that caused the trouble. My son Fred likes to play tricks all day long. I can correct it."

Vernon was angry at first, and when he heard that his son did it, he almost didn't rush to get the shotgun.

"Go away! You all go away!"

Vernon's stubby fingers trembled, looking at the uncomfortable Dudley, he said to Petunia, "Go to the Wick boy and ask him to save Dudley."

John was the only person he could think of who was not so malicious towards his family. In his opinion, these wizards were bullies, especially the Weasleys in front of him.

Blow up half of his living room and make Dudley look like this.

Petunia helped Dudley up, and ran outside.

Mr. Weasley stretched out his hand, but still did not stop them.

Like a wild boar protecting its calf, Vernon blocked the door and said viciously, "Unless you step over my dead body!"

Mr. Weasley was dumbfounded and had no choice but to leave angrily.

At the same time, he was also angry. As the director of the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts, Mr. Weasley devoted his life to eliminating wizards' abuse of Muggles.

As a result, his son became a bully of Muggles instead.

He stepped into the fireplace and hurried back to teach his son a lesson.

Seeing him leave, Vernon hurried out to find his wife and son.

...

John was going to do some research in the basement, but there was a knock on the door.

Petunia knocked quickly, and when John opened the door, he was startled by the purple tongue that was nearly four feet long.

"Dudley?"

Staring dumbfounded at Dudley's dying appearance, Petunia cried, "Please, please save my son, he is dying."

John frowned and brought the man into the house.

Take out the wand and point to the tongue, "FubuteUbcabtaten"

Dudley's tongue was returning to its normal size, and John frowned and asked, "What happened?"

Seeing her precious son survive the catastrophe, Penny's hanging heart finally let go.

At this time, the door was knocked again, and John waved his hand directly when he heard Vernon's wheezing.

The door opened.

Vernon ran in panting heavily, and he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that his son was fine.

The husband and wife both changed into decent clothes, and they are a little bit embarrassed now, especially Vernon, who was cut by pieces when he smashed the decorations.

Mrs. Wick appeared calmly and poured a cup of tea for the Dursleys, who had never been in close contact with each other.

"That little... Harry!" Vernon suppressed his anger when he saw John, and said, "We kindly put on our best clothes to welcome that Weasley, but they blew up my house."

Vernon was talking aloud about what the Weasleys had done.

John also understood what had happened.

To be honest, this time it was really the Weasleys who did something wrong.

They wanted to take Harry away, Vernon didn't object to that, on the contrary he agreed.

The Weasley family probably never thought that someone would seal up the fireplace, so they asked a friend to open a Floo network, and ended up in the sealed fireplace.

Mr. Weasley had no idea, he broke out of the wall directly, and the power was too great to blow up half of the living room.

The Dursleys even dressed decently to welcome Harry's classmate's parents. If they got closer, the whole family might have a meal today.

Rubbing his aching head, John could tell that it was Vernon who was complaining.

I just tried to persuade him to be nice to Harry last semester, but the living room was blown up when I turned around.

"This matter is something that the Weasleys have done wrong. I will fix the living room for you."

John sighed and said, "Wizards have a biased understanding of the world of ordinary people. Mr. Weasley probably didn't expect that ordinary people's houses need to be repaired by workers."

Hearing John's words, Vernon's anger finally subsided a little.

John looked at Dudley, and Dudley shrank away from Petunia with some fear.

"Dudley is losing weight. I have a set of very effective training methods, which are best paired with diet."

When Dudley heard about the diet, he immediately thought of those emerald green salads. He wanted to refuse, but he heard John say: "In fact, it is not the best diet to lose weight, but a balanced diet. Both beef and chicken breast can help you lose weight."

Dudley didn't hear much else, and when he heard that there was meat to eat, he immediately acted like a baby to Petunia to get her to agree.

Petunia had no choice but to agree.

John went to help their family repair the house as promised.

When he walked into the Dursleys' house, John really wanted to complain that it's okay for children to be ignorant, and Mr. Weasley still lacks common sense.

Raising his hand and waving, the things in the living room began to be repaired.

In less than half a minute, everything inside was repaired, including the fireplace.

Leaving the Dursleys' house, John was warmly sent off by the family.

Especially Vernon, his image of John at the beginning was an evil wizard who helped Harry get ahead, but now it seems that he is not only helping Harry, but also a reasonable person.

After returning home, John saw Mrs. Wick holding a basket of broken plates, teacups and the like.

"John." Mrs. Wick looked at John, and John understood.

Under John's magical restoration, these things are all intact.

John, who was a little tired, still didn't forget to write a letter to Percy, hoping that he could have a good talk with the twins, as pranks like Muggles have a very big security risk.

Muggles are different from wizards, and their physical fitness cannot withstand the pranks of twins.

The next day.

After John got up to wash, he told Mrs. Wick that he was going out for a few days.

When Watson learned that John was going to the Quidditch World Cup, he almost knelt down to his son and begged him to take him there.

"Are you done with your business?" John said casually.

Watson lost his temper. He still has a lot of things to do now.

When the time is up, John is ready to go out.

To check what to bring, he needs a tent for the night at the Quidditch World Cup camp.

Fortunately, he had already asked Tang Mi to bring his things there, so he only needed to bring some other things.

Walking out the door, John used Apparition to disappear directly.

When he reappeared, he was in what appeared to be a desolate, misty swamp.

Going forward through the thick fog, a door appeared in front of you, followed by a small stone house.

Having obtained his own tent from Mr. Roberts, the Muggle administrator in the Stone House, John went to the back of the Stone House.

There were already hundreds of tents of all kinds of strange shapes, and the camp stretched all the way to a dark forest on the horizon.

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