Chapter 486 (1/2)

Build momentum?

Anyway, Harry didn't know much about it. In fact, he didn't really want to understand it, but only if it was useful.

The Ron family will come to the Dursleys to pick him up and leave here, which has always been Harry's dream.

By 12 o'clock the next day, Harry's suitcase was packed with school supplies and all the prizes - the invisibility cloak he inherited from his father, the broom he got from Sirius, the map of Hogwarts that Fred and George gave last year.

He emptied all the food under the floor, carefully examined every corner, every crevice, not forgetting the spelling textbooks and quills, and took the timetable from the wall to September 1, which Harry had scratched out, in order to return to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

There was a lot of tension in 4 privet street. A group of witches was coming to their house, and the Dursleys were restless and irritable. Harry told him that the Weasleys would arrive at five o'clock, and Vernon looked completely frightened.

”I hope you've told them to dress well, these people,” he snapped at once. ”I've seen the kind of clothes you people wear, and they'd better wear normal clothes with dignity. That's all. ”

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

During the holidays, their children may wear Muggle clothes, only the Weasleys usually wear dirty gowns.

Harry didn't worry about what the neighbors would think. He worried about how rude Uncle Vernon would be to the Weasleys when they were dressed in the way Uncle Vernon hated most.

Uncle Vernon put on his best clothes. For some, it may be a gesture of welcome, but Harry knew that his uncle was trying to make a deep impression on others, and it was also a threat to others. Dudley wasn't that spirited. It's not because the new recipes are finally working, it's because of fear. The last time he met a great wizard, he stabbed his seat with a curly pigtail and stabbed him in his fart. He had to pay him to remove the pigtail at a private hospital in London. As a result, Dudley always walked nervously from room to room, touching his fart with his hand, as if he would not let the same target be given to the enemy again.

Lunch went on quietly. Dudley doesn't complain about food (farmhouse cheese, ground celery). My aunt doesn't eat anything. She held her arms, her lips closed, as if she were chewing her tongue, and though she tried to berate Harry hard, she drew back.

”Did they drive here?” Talk to my uncle.

”Er.” Said Harry.

He thought, how would they pick him up? They don't have a car, the old Ford they used to have. Amelia is now running through the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. But Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of magic last year, and maybe today?

”I think so.” Said Harry.

Uncle Vernon scoffed. Usually, his uncle would ask Mr. Weasley what kind of car he drove. He tended to judge others according to the size and the cost of the car. But Harry suspects that even if Mr. Weasley drives a Ferrari, he won't budge.

Of course, the fanlins were an accident.

Mr. Al was much richer than the Dursleys, and Uncle Vernon had business relations with them, and it could be said that if it had not been for these businesses, the Dursleys' standard of living would have dropped by a large degree.

However, Uncle Vernon was still very annoying. To be sure, he was very embarrassed in the face of Mr. Al, but at least if Mr. al invited Harry 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 of the curtains as if someone had warned that a rhinoceros was running. Harry couldn't stand it. Finally, at four forty-five, Harry came downstairs to the living room.

My aunt straightened the sofa cushion roughly. His uncle was pretending to report, but his little eyes did not move, and Harry was sure that he was actually listening intently to see if a car was coming.

Dudley sat in his armchair, his big fat hand under his fart and held it firmly. Harry couldn't get rid of the tension. He left a room and sat on the stairs in the hall, his eyes looking at the door, his heart racing with excitement.

But five o'clock arrived, and soon after five o'clock, his uncle's clothes were soaked with sweat. He opened the front door, looked at both sides of the street, and soon came back.

”They are late.” He said to Harry.

”I know.” Harry said, ”maybe, traffic jams, or something.”

Five past five Then ten past five Harry is beginning to feel uneasy now. At half past five, he heard his uncle and aunt talking briefly in the living room.

”No consideration at all.”

”We had an appointment.”

”Maybe they think we'll invite them to dinner later.”

”They'd better not think about it.” Said his uncle. Harry heard him stand up and pace up and down the living room. ”They have to go as soon as they come to pick up the child. There is nothing to linger about.That's when they came. Maybe the wrong date. I'm sure they don't know how to be meticulous. Either way, they drove a broken car and broke down on the road! ”

however, from the door on the other side of the living room, the three members of the Dursleys' family screamed in horror. Then Dudley flew back into the hall, looking frightened.

Harry jumped up and said, ”what's going on? What's wrong with it? ”

But Dudley didn't seem to be able to speak. He walked into the kitchen as soon as he could. Harry hurried to the living room.

There was a big ”bang” and ”scraping” sound coming from behind the Dursleys' warm stove. There was a coal fire blocking in front of the stove.

”What is that?” Her aunt said that she had returned to the wall, her eyes still, and she was terrified at the fire. ”What is that? Vernon

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

”Oh, Fred Go back. Go back. There's something wrong. Tell George not to Ouch! No, there's no place. Go back and tell Ron... ”

”Maybe Harry can hear us. Maybe he'll let us out.”

From behind the electric stove came the sound of fists beating on the board.

”Harry? Harry, can you hear me

The Dursleys surrounded Harry like angry wolf jars.

”What is this?” ”What's going on?” growled his uncle

”They want to get here with floo.” Harry said he wanted to laugh. ”They're going to move through the fire, but you're blocking the exit from the fireplace Wait for Wait a minute... ”

Harry approached the stove and yelled at the board.

”Mr. Weasley, can you hear me?”

The beating stopped. Someone in the chimney said, ”yes.”.

”Mr. Weasley, it's Harry. The fireplace is sealed. You can't make it. ”

”Damn it!” Mr. Weasley said, ”why on earth do they want to seal the fireplace?”

”They have electric stoves.” Harry explained.

”Really?” Mr. Weasley said he was excited, ”electricity, you say? There's a plug?

Oh, my God, I have to see. Let's think Oh, Ron! ”

Ron's voice is now added.

”What are we doing here? ”Oh, no, Ron,” said Fred, with a sarcastic tone This is our destination. ”

” Gee, we're enjoying life, ”said George, in a low voice, as if he had hit his head against a wall.

Mr. Weasley said vaguely, ”children, I'm trying to figure out what to do. Yes The only way Stand back, Harry

Harry stepped back to the sofa. But my uncle went up.

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

Bang!