HP Parallel World

(Occupy the seat first and make up for it tomorrow morning. I am too sleepy tonight and my brain is a mess.) Mr. Weasley is a tall, thin and bald man. He stretched out a hand and walked towards Uncle Vernon.

But Uncle Vernon pulled Aunt Petunia and took a few steps back. Uncle Vernon was completely speechless. His best suit was covered with white dust, and his hair and beard were also stained.

It's like I've aged thirty years all of a sudden.

"Oh - yes - I'm sorry." Mr. Weasley said, lowering his hand and turning to look at the exploding fireplace, "It's all my fault for being dizzy. I never expected that we wouldn't be able to get out when we arrived at our destination.

You know, I connected your fireplace to the Floo network - just for one afternoon, you know, in order to pick up Harry. Strictly speaking, Muggle fireplaces are not supposed to be connected to the Internet - but

I have a very useful acquaintance in the floo management group who helped me get it done. Don't worry, I'll get it done for you in a minute. I'm going to light a fire, send the kids back, and then I'll apparate

I can help you repair the fireplace before you leave."

Harry dared to say that the Dursleys did not understand a word of what was said. They both stared at Mr. Weasley dumbfounded. Aunt Petunia stood up straight and staggered behind Uncle Vernon.

"Hello, Harry!" Mr. Weasley said cheerfully, "Has your suitcase been packed?"

"It's upstairs." Harry smiled at him and said.

"Let's move it down." Fred volunteered immediately. He and George winked at Harry and left the living room. They knew where Harry's bedroom was. Once, they took him out of the bedroom in the middle of the night.

They rescued him from Harry. Harry suspected that Fred and George wanted to see Dudley. They had heard a lot about Dudley from Harry.

"Okay," said Mr. Weasley. He waved his hands slightly, trying desperately to find the right words to break the uncomfortable silence. "The place you live in is very - well - very beautiful."

The usually spotless living room was now filled with dust and broken bricks, so the compliment was unlikely to be welcomed by Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. Uncle Vernon's face suddenly turned red, and Aunt Petunia started again.

Bite her tongue. However, they seemed to be too frightened to say another word.

Mr. Weasley was looking around the room. He liked anything related to Muggles. Harry could tell that he was particularly eager to go over and take a closer look at the television and VCR.

"They're powered by electricity, aren't they?" he said knowingly, "Ah, yes, I saw the plugs. I collect plugs," he said to Uncle Vernon, "and batteries. I collect lots and lots of them.

Batteries. My wife thought I was crazy, but look, I was right."

Uncle Vernon obviously thought Mr. Weasley was crazy too. He almost imperceptibly moved a little to the right, blocking Aunt Petunia with his body, as if he thought Mr. Weasley would suddenly jump up and attack them.

Similar.

Suddenly, Dudley appeared in the room again. Harry could hear the sound of boxes being dragged on the stairs. He knew that it was the sound that scared Dudley and fled from the kitchen. Dudley moved against the wall, using extremely frightened expressions.

He stared at Mr. Weasley, trying desperately to hide behind his parents. Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon's big body could more than cover the skinny Aunt Petunia, but it was impossible to block Dudley.

of.

"Ah, this is your cousin, isn't it, Harry?" Mr. Weasley plucked up the courage again and tried to talk to them.

"Yes," said Harry, "that's Dudley."

He and Ron exchanged glances and quickly looked away. They wanted to laugh so much that they couldn't restrain themselves. Dudley still covered his butt tightly, as if he was afraid that his butt would fall off. Wes

Mr. Leigh was genuinely worried about Dudley's weird behavior. Indeed, judging from the tone of his next words, Harry could be sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was crazy, just as the Dursleys thought Mr. Weasley was crazy.

It was crazy, but Mr. Weasley felt sympathy rather than fear.

"How was your holiday, Dudley?" he asked kindly.

Dudley whimpered. Harry saw him cover his fat butt tighter with both hands.

Fred and George carried Harry's school boxes back to the living room. They had been looking around, and when they saw Dudley, they both had identical evil smiles on their faces.

"Ah, well," said Mr. Weasley, "we'd better get moving."

He rolled up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. Harry saw the three Dursleys retreating to the wall in the same posture.

"Fire is raging!" said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.

The fire immediately burst out in the fireplace, crackling and burning brightly, as if it had been burning for several hours. Mr. Weasley took out a small bag with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, and opened it from the inside.

Pinch out a little powder and throw it into the fire. The flame immediately turns green and the flames jump higher than before.

"Fred, you're on your way," said Mr. Weasley.

"Let's go," said Fred. "Oh, crap—wait a minute—"

A bag of candy slipped out of Fred's pocket, and the candy inside rolled everywhere - big, round toffee candies, wrapped in colorful icing.

Fred lay on the ground, hurriedly picked up the candy, stuffed it back into his pocket, then waved happily to the Dursleys, took a few steps forward, walked straight into the flames, and said: "

The Burrow!" Aunt Petunia gasped and shuddered. There was a whoosh and Fred was gone.

"Okay, George," said Mr. Weasley, "take the suitcase and go."

Harry and George carried the box toward the flames together, and then stood the box upright so that George could hold it more securely. Then, George shouted: "The Burrow!" There was another whoosh, and it disappeared all of a sudden.

"Ron, it's your turn." Mr. Weasley said.

"Goodbye," Ron said happily to the Dursleys. He smiled at Harry, stepped into the fire, shouted: "The Burrow!" and then disappeared.

Only Harry and Mr. Weasley have not left yet.

"Okay...goodbye then," Harry said to the Dursleys.

They didn't say a word. Harry walked toward the flames. As soon as he reached the fireplace, Mr. Weasley stretched out a hand and pulled him back. Mr. Weasley was looking at the Dursleys in surprise.

"Harry said goodbye to you," he said, "didn't you hear?"

"It doesn't matter," Harry whispered to Mr. Weasley, "to be honest, I don't care."

Mr. Weasley did not take his hands off Harry's shoulders.

"You won't see your nephew until next summer," he said to Uncle Vernon, slightly angrily. "You have to say goodbye, right?"

Uncle Vernon was so angry that his face changed. A man who had just blown up half the wall of his living room came to teach him how to respect people. This seemed to bring him great pain. But Mr. Weasley still had the

Holding the wand, Uncle Vernon glanced at the wand with his little eyes, and then said very annoyed: "Okay, bye."

"Goodbye." Harry said, and put one foot into the green flame, feeling it like warm breath. At this moment, there was a terrible sound of retching behind him, and Aunt Petunia screamed in surprise.

cried out.

Harry turned around. Dudley was no longer hiding behind his parents. Instead, he was kneeling by the coffee table. A foot long, sticky purple-red stuff came out of his mouth, which made him stop.

He was retching and grunting. Harry only wondered for a moment before he understood that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue - there was a colorful toffee paper on the floor in front of Dudley.

Aunt Petunia rushed towards Dudley, grabbed the tip of his swollen tongue, and tried desperately to pull it out of his mouth. Naturally, Dudley screamed loudly and purred louder than before.

While trying to get away from her, Uncle Vernon waved his hands wildly and became so angry that Mr. Weasley had to shout at the top of his lungs to make them hear him.

"Don't worry, I'll solve this problem!" he shouted, raising his wand and walking towards Dudley, but Aunt Petunia screamed even louder and threw herself on Dudley, fearing that Mr. Weasley would hurt him

he.

"Oh, don't be like this!" said Mr. Weasley desperately, "the solution is very simple - it's all the toffee's fault - my son Fred - likes to make mischief all day long - but it doesn't matter

, just a kind of expansion magic - at least I think so - please get out of the way, I can correct it - "

But instead of relaxing, the Dursleys became even more nervous. Aunt Petunia was sobbing hysterically as she tugged on Dudley's tongue, as if determined to pluck it out.

Under the double pressure of his mother and his sweetness, he seemed to be suffocating. Uncle Vernon had completely lost control. He grabbed a porcelain statue on the top of the sideboard and threw it towards Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley

He lowered his head and ducked, and the ornament fell to pieces on the blown-out fireplace.

"Okay, stop it!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, waving his wand, "I really want to help you!"

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

"Harry, come on! Go on!" Mr. Weasley pointed his wand at Uncle Vernon and shouted, "I'll take care of this!"

Harry didn't want to miss the excitement, but the second ornament thrown by Uncle Vernon flew past his left ear. He weighed the pros and cons and felt that it was best to let Mr. Weasley deal with the situation alone. Harry stepped over

He stepped into the flames and said, "The Burrow!" while still looking over his shoulder. He took one last quick look at the living room and saw Mr. Weasley blowing the third ornament in Uncle Vernon's hand to pieces with his wand.

Aunt Petunia leaned on Dudley and screamed, and Dudley's tongue stuck out of his mouth, like a slippery python. Then Harry began to spin rapidly in the blazing green flames, and Des.

Li's living room disappeared.

Chapter 5 Weasley’s Magic Wheezes

Harry turned faster and faster, his elbows pressed tightly to his sides, and countless fireplaces flashed past so fast that he could hardly see clearly. Finally, he felt a little sick and closed his eyes. Then, just as he felt that he

When he was about to vomit, he stretched out his hands suddenly and stopped in time. Fortunately, he almost fell face down outside the fireplace in the Weasley's kitchen.

"Has he eaten?" Fred asked excitedly, reaching out a hand to pull Harry up.

"Eat it," Harry said, standing up. "What was that?"

"Fat Tongue Toffee," said Fred, beaming, "George and I invented it, and all summer we've been trying to find someone to try it..."

There was a burst of laughter in the small kitchen. Harry looked around and saw Ron and George sitting at the clean wooden table. There were two red-haired people next to them. Harry had never seen them before.

But he knew immediately that they must be the two eldest Weasley brothers: Bill and Charlie.

"How are you, Harry?" The one closest to Harry grinned and stretched out his big hand. Harry shook it and felt that his fingers touched many calluses and blisters. This must be

It's Charlie, he's studying fire dragons in Romania. Charlie's build is similar to that of the twins. He's shorter, fatter, and sturdier than Percy and Ron, who are as big as bean sprouts. He has a broad, weather-beaten face like a good gentleman.

His face was covered with dense freckles, which looked almost brown-black. His arms were muscular, and there was a large shiny scar on one arm that was burned by fire.

Bill stood up, smiled, and shook hands with Harry. Bill's appearance was somewhat surprising. Harry knew that he worked at Gringotts, the wizarding bank, and that he was still at Hogwarts when he was a student.

President of the Boys' Student Council. Harry had always thought that Bill was the replica of Percy, only a few years older. He also made a fuss about breaking school rules and liked to give orders to everyone around him. After seeing it today, he realized that this was not the case. Bill looked like -

- There is no other word to describe it - he looks very "cool". He is tall, with long hair tied into a ponytail on the back of his head, and an earring on his ear, with a small hanging on it.

Something like a fan. Bill's clothes would not look out of place even for a rock concert. But Harry could tell that his boots were not made of cowhide but dragonhide.

Before anyone could say anything, there was a slight crackling sound and Mr. Weasley suddenly appeared next to George. He was furious. Harry had never seen him so angry.

"This is no joke, Fred!" he shouted, "What on earth did you feed that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," Fred said with a bad smile on his face, "I just accidentally scattered it on the ground... Who told him to pick it up and eat it by himself? You can't blame me."

"You spilled it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley growled. "You knew he would eat it. You knew he was losing weight -"

"How big is his sweet spot?" George asked eagerly.