HP Magic Biography

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Harry didn't quite understand it anyway. In fact, he didn't really want to understand, but only useful.

The Ron family is coming to the Dursley's to pick him up, and leaving this place has 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 Fly A map of Hogwarts by De and George.

He emptied all the food under the floor, carefully inspected every corner, every gap, don’t forget the spelling textbooks and quill pen, took it down from the wall until the timetable on September 1st-Harry drew it off Yes, in order to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

The atmosphere inside No. 4 Puriwhite Street was particularly tense. A group of wizards are coming to their house, and Dursley's family is fidgeting and irritable. Harry told him that the Weasleys were arriving at five o'clock, and Vernon looked completely panicked.

"I hope you told them to dress decently, these people," he said sharply. "I have seen the kind of clothes you guys wear. They'd better wear normal clothes decently. That's all."

Harry had a hunch. He has never seen the Weasleys wear what the Dursleys call normal clothes.

During the holidays, their children may wear Muggle clothes, but the Weasleys usually wear very dirty robes.

Harry didn't worry 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 the way that Uncle Vernon hated the most.

Uncle Vernon put on his best clothes. For some people, this might be a welcome, but Harry knew that his uncle was trying to impress others, and it was also a threat to others. Dudley was not that good. Not because the new recipe finally worked, but because of fear. The last time he met a great wizard pierced his seat with a curly pigtail and pierced his **** ten strands. For this reason, he had to pay for the pigtails to be taken out in a private hospital in London. Therefore, Dudley always walked nervously from one room to another while feeling farts with his hands, as if he would not let the same target be given to the enemy again.

The lunch went quietly. Dudley also doesn't complain about the food (farm cheese, grated celery). Aunt did not eat anything. She propped her arms, her lips closed, as if chewing her tongue, and although she wanted to scold Harry fiercely, she drew back.

"Did they come by car?" the uncle opposite said.

"Uh." Harry said.

He had thought about how they would pick him up? They also don't have a car, the old Ford that they once had. Anlia is now running wild in the Hogwarts Forbidden Forest. But Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic last year, maybe the same today?

"I think so." Harry said.

Uncle Vernon sneered. Normally, the 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 suspects that even if Mr. Weasley drives Ferrari, he will be indifferent.

Of course, Fanlin'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 weren't for these businesses, the Dursleys' standard of living would drop by a large level.

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 him if Mr. Al invites Harry to go out.

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 that a rhino was running away. Harry couldn't stand it. Finally, at 4:45, Harry went downstairs to the living room.

Aunt straightened the sofa cushion roughly. The uncle was pretending to report, but his little eyes didn't move, and Harry was sure he was actually listening attentively for a car coming.

Dudley was sitting on the armchair, his fat and fat hands were placed under the ass, and he clamped firmly. Harry couldn't get rid of the tension. He left a room and sat on the stairs in the hall, looking at the door, his heart beating fast because of excitement.

But it was five o'clock, and after five o'clock soon, his uncle's clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened the front door, looked at both ends of the street, and then returned soon.

"They are late," he said to Harry.

"I know." Harry said, "maybe, traffic jam, or something else."

After five o'clock five o'clock,... then ten ten o'clock five o'clock... Harry began to feel uneasy now. At half past five, he heard a brief conversation between his uncle and aunt in the living room.

"Not considering others at all."

"We had an appointment."

"Maybe they think we will invite them to dinner later."

"They'd better not think about it," said the uncle, and Harry heard him stand up, pacing back and forth in the living room. "They have to leave as soon as they come to pick up the child. There is nothing to stay around.

That said they came. Maybe the date is wrong. I dare say that people like them don't know how to be meticulous in doing things. Either way, they drove a broken car and it broke down on the road! "

However, from the door on the other side of the living room, there was a terrified cry of three Dursleys. Then Dudley flew back to the lobby as usual, looking frightened.

Harry jumped up and said, "What's the matter? What's wrong?"

But Dudley seemed speechless. With his hands still protecting his fart, he walked into the kitchen as soon as possible. Harry hurried to the living room.

There was a loud "bang" and "scratch" noise from the back of the Dursley's stove, and the stove was blocked by coal fire.

"What is that?" said the aunt, she had returned to the wall, her eyes motionless, and she was frightened by the fire. "What's that? Vernon?"

But soon they knew the truth, and a sound came from the fireplace.

"Oh, Fred, or... go back, go back, something is wrong, tell George not to... Ouch! No, there is no place, go back now and tell Ron..."

"Maybe Harry can hear us, maybe he will let us out."

Behind the electric stove came the sound of beating a wooden board with a fist.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

The Dursleys surrounded Harry like a few angry wolf jars.

"What is this?" the uncle roared, "what's the matter?"

"They want to use Floo powder to get here." Harry said, really wanting to laugh, "They will advance in the flames, but you blocked 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 beating 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 are they sealing up the fireplace?"

"They have electric stoves." Harry explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley said, he was very excited. "Electricity, you say? There is a plug?

Gosh, I have to see, let's think...Ouch, Ron! "

Ron's voice joined now.

"What are we doing here? Is there any problem?" Oh, no, Ron," said Fred, with a sarcasm." This is our destination. "

"Hey, we are enjoying life," George said, his voice low, as if his head hit a wall.

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

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

"Wait a minute!" He said to the burning stove, "What are you going to do?"

Bang!

The wooden fireplace burst out, and the electric stove shot through the room. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron were full of stone shards, and sawdust scattered all over the floor. Aunt screamed and fell back to the coffee table. The uncle helped her up before she fell to the ground, dumbfounded, unable to say a word. These Dursley family members all have red hair, including Fred and George, they are exactly the same.

"This is all right," Mr. Weasley said breathlessly, brushing the dust on his green robe and straightening his glasses, "Ah-you must be Harry's uncle and aunt! "

The tall and thin Mr. Weasley walked towards the uncle and stretched out his hand, but the uncle stepped back and held the aunt, the uncle was completely speechless. His best clothes are covered with dust, even in his hair and beard, making him look thirty years old.

"Uh—really—sorry," Mr. Weasley said, putting his hands down and looking down at the fried stove. "It's all my fault. We can't get out from the other end. I shouldn't be like this. I connected your stove to the Floo network, only one afternoon, so that we can pick up Harry, your stoves should not be connected together, strictly speaking, this is the case, but I did it beforehand. Connect...I can restore it to its original state in an instant. Don’t worry. I’ll set up a fire to send the children back. I can fix the stove for you before I leave."

Harry bet the Dursleys didn't understand Wesley at all. They were dumbfounded. The aunt swayed, standing restlessly, and simply hid behind her uncle.

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

"Upstairs." Harry said with a smile.

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

"Oh," Mr. Weasley shook his hand. He wanted to search his brain and find something to break the unpleasant silence. "Very, very good place, your place is good."

This normally spotless living room is now full of dust and bricks, which is not great for 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 loves everything about Muggles. Harry could see that he wanted to see the TV, the VCR.

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

"Heh! I can see the plugs, I collect the plugs." He said to Uncle Vernon. "There are batteries. Collect a lot of batteries. My wife thinks I have something wrong, but there is no such thing."

Uncle Vernon also thought Weasley was crazy. He leaned slowly to the right, blocking his aunt, as if thinking that Mr. Weasley would suddenly rush to attack them.

Dudley suddenly appeared in the room again. Harry heard the sound of closing the suitcase upstairs, knowing that Dudley ran out of the kitchen in fright. Dudley leaned against the wall with fear in his eyes, staring at Mr. Weasley, trying to hide behind his mom and dad. Unfortunately, his father's body can cover his mother, but it can't cover him.

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

"Yes," Harry said, "He is Dudley."

He exchanged glances with Ron, and then left, because it was hard to resist the temptation to laugh. Dudley still guarded his fart for fear of falling. Mr. Weasley really cared about Dudley's special action. Judging by the tone of his next sentence, Harry was pretty sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was crazy, just as Dudley thought he was crazy, except that Weasley felt sympathy instead of fear.

"Have you had a good holiday, Dudley?" he said kindly.

Dudley began to weep. Harry saw his hand grip his huge fart tense tighter.

Fred and George returned to the room with Harry's suitcase in their hands. When they came in, they looked around and recognized Dudley, and they all smiled evilly.

"Oh, good," Weasley said, "better laugh."

He stroked his sleeves and took out his wand. Harry saw the three of the Dursleys leaning against the wall, squeezed like one person.

As if Hagrid was sitting on the sofa of the island cabin, Mr. Weasley tapped 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 flame turned into emerald green.

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

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

While talking, 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 toffee, beautifully packed.

Fred crawled around looking for it and stuffed the candy back again. Then he waved his hand to Dudley happily, walked forward, walked into the fire, and said "back to the hole". Aunt trembling all over, held his breath, and with a "swish", Fred was gone.

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

Harry helped George take the suitcase through the fire, and George said "back to the hole", "swish"

With a sound, George is gone.

"Ron, you are next." Mr. Weasley said.

"Goodbye." Ron said to Dudley happily. He grinned at Harry, walked into the fire, said "back the hole", and disappeared.

There is only Harry, Mr. Weasley now.

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

They didn't say anything. Harry walked into the fire. Just as he was walking to the fireside, Weasley reached out and pulled him back. He was surprised by the Dudley's reaction.

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

"It's okay." Harry murmured to Mr. Weasley, "I really don't care."

Mr. Weasley did not let go of his hand, but still placed it on Harry's shoulder.

"You won't see your nephew until next summer," he said to Uncle Vernon somewhat angrily. "Of course you have to say goodbye to him."

The uncle's face was sullen. Being taught by someone who blows up half of the living room seems to make him uncomfortable.

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

"Goodbye". Harry said, stepping into the green flame as if he felt a warm breath. At that moment, there was a terrible vomiting sound behind him. The aunt began to scream.

Harry turned around. Dudley no longer stood behind his parents. He knelt by the coffee table and was vomiting, a foot-long purple strip protruding from his mouth crackling. After a while of panic, Harry realized that the one-foot-long object was Dudley's tongue, and that beautiful toffee paper was on the floor in front of him.

This is really the death of Dudley, can Fred's food be eaten?

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

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

The aunt rushed to the floor beside Dudley desperately. Grasping one end of Dudley's swollen tongue and trying to poke it out of his mouth, it's not surprising that Dudley screamed more fiercely and vomited harder, he wanted to push his mother away. Uncle Vernon yelled and waved his arms in circles, and Weasley had to yell for them to hear.

"Don't worry, I can do something." He stretched out his wand and walked towards Dudley, but his aunt yelled even harder, lying on Dudley, not wanting Weasley to approach Dudley.

"No, really," Mr. Weasley said desperately. "It's a simple 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 did not let the Dursleys clear their doubts, and they became even more panicked.

Aunt crying hysterically, UU reading www.uukanshu.com pulled Dudley’s tongue as if determined to pull it out, and Dudley almost choked under the double pressure of his mother and tongue. The uncle had completely lost control. He grabbed a ceramic figure in the kitchen cabinet and smashed it at Mr. Weasley. Weasley lowered his head and escaped, but the ornament was smashed in the fireplace.

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

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

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

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

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