HP Parallel World

(I'm too sleepy. I'll go to bed first and get up to write tomorrow morning.) He hadn't thought about this problem. How were the Weasleys going to pick him up? They didn't have a car anymore. It turned out they had a Ford Anglia.

A car, but that car is currently racing and crashing in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. Last year, Mr. Weasley borrowed a car from the Ministry of Magic. Maybe he will do the same today?

"Probably," Harry said.

Uncle Vernon snorted and sprayed his breath on his beard. As usual, Uncle Vernon would have asked Mr. Weasley what kind of car he drove. He always liked to judge the number of cars driven by other men.

They were judged by how spacious they were and how expensive they were. But Harry suspected that even if Mr. Weasley drove a Ferrari, Uncle Vernon wouldn't like him.

Harry spent most of the afternoon in his bedroom. He couldn't stand the way Aunt Petunia peered through the mesh curtains every few seconds, as if she had been warned that a rhinoceros was coming from the zoo.

It was as if he had escaped. Finally, at a quarter to five, Harry walked down the stairs and came to the living room.

Aunt Petunia was moving the cushions around like she was suffering from an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Uncle Vernon pretended to be reading a newspaper, but his little eyes didn't move. Harry was sure that he was actually reading the newspaper.

Harry pressed his hands under his body and grasped his butt tightly. Unable to bear the tense atmosphere, Harry left the living room and came out to sit on the stairs in the foyer. His eyes were fixed on his watch, and his heart was filled with excitement and nervousness.

And jump very fast.

However, five o'clock came and went, and Uncle Vernon, who was wearing a suit and tie, was already sweating slightly. He opened the front door, looked left and right on the road, and then immediately retracted his head.

"They're late!" he said to Harry in a harsh voice.

"I know," said Harry, "Maybe - well - maybe there's too much traffic."

Five-ten...five-fifteen...Harry himself began to lose his temper. At half-past five, he heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia disappear in the living room.

He muttered angrily.

"No respect for others at all!"

"We may have other dates."

"They probably thought that if they came a little later, we would invite them to dinner."

"Well, don't even think about it," said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard him stand up and pace around the living room. "They're taking the boy and leaving, and they're not allowed to stay here. That means if they come

If so, they probably got the date wrong. I dare say people like them have no sense of time at all. Or maybe the classic car they were driving broke down in the middle of the road - ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Harry jumped up. From behind the living room door, there was the sound of the three Dursleys crawling in the room in terror. Then Dudley rushed into the hall with an expression of extreme horror.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, "What happened?"

Dudley seemed speechless. He covered his hips tightly with his hands and stumbled into the kitchen as quickly as possible. Harry quickly walked into the living room.

The Dursley's fireplace was sealed, and a fake coal-burning electric stove was placed in front of it. At this moment, heavy knocking and rubbing sounds were heard from behind the fireplace.

"What is that?" Aunt Petunia had retreated to the wall, staring at the electric stove in fear, and asked breathlessly, "What is that, Vernon?"

Their questions were soon answered. The voices of several people came from behind the sealed fireplace.

"Ouch! No, Fred - go back, go back, it's probably a mistake - tell George not to - Ouch! No, George, we can't squeeze in here, go back and tell Ron -"

"Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad - maybe he can let us out -"

Then, several fists hit the wall panel behind the electric stove hard.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"

The Dursleys suddenly attacked Harry like two angry wolverines.

"What's going on?" Uncle Vernon growled. "What are they doing?"

"They - they want to floo over here," said Harry, trying to hold back the urge to burst into laughter, "They can travel on fire - you just seal the fireplace -

Wait a minute——"

He went to the fireplace and shouted through the wainscot.

"Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"

The pounding of fists on the wall stopped. A man on the mantelpiece said, "Hush!"

"Mr. Weasley, this is Harry...the fireplace is sealed. There is no way you can get out of here."

"Damn it!" said Mr. Weasley's voice, "Why would they seal up a good fireplace?"

"They got an electric stove," Harry explained.

"Really?" Mr. Weasley's voice became excited, "You mean, live? Is there a plug? That's great, I must see it... Let me think...

.Ouch, Ron!"

Ron's voice joined them.

"What are we doing here? What happened?"

"Oh, no, Ron," Fred's voice came out with a sarcastic tone, "Nothing happened, this is exactly where we came from."

"Gee, we're all wasting time here." George said, his voice muffled, as if he was pressed against the wall.

"Children, children..." Mr. Weasley said in a vague voice, "I was thinking about what to do...well...I just got dizzy...

..Harry, stand back."

Harry retreated to the sofa, but Uncle Vernon took a few steps forward.

"Wait!" he shouted into the fire, "what do you want to do-"

Bang!

The sealed fireplace suddenly exploded, and the electric stove suddenly flew to the other end of the room. Mr. Weasley, Fred, George and Ron were thrown out along with a large pile of rubble. Petunia

Auntie screamed and fell backwards on the coffee table. Uncle Vernon reached out and grabbed her to keep her from falling to the ground. Uncle Vernon gasped, speechless, and just stared at Wes.

The Lay family. They all have red hair, and Fred and George, the two brothers are exactly the same, even the freckles on their faces are exactly the same.

"It's much better now." Mr. Weasley gasped, dusting off the dust on his green robe and adjusting his glasses, "Ah - you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!"

Mr. Weasley is a tall, thin, 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.

When he said that, his best suit was covered with white dust, as was his hair and beard, making him seem to have aged thirty years.

"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.

Harry rescued him. 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."