Old Blood at Hogwarts

"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 stretched out a hand and walked towards Harry's uncle, but Harry's uncle took a few steps back.

"Oh - yes - I'm sorry." Mr. Weasley said, lowering his hand and turning to look at the exploding fireplace, "It's all my fault. I never expected that we wouldn't be able to get out when we arrived at our destination. You know what? 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 was flying I have a helpful acquaintance on the road management team 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 and send the kids back before I apparate away. , I can help you fix the fireplace.”

Aaron dared to say that Harry's aunt and uncle didn't understand a word of what was said.They all stared at Mr. Weasley, dumbfounded.Harry's aunt straightened up and staggered behind her uncle.

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

"It's upstairs." Harry smiled back at him.

"Let's move it down," Fred volunteered immediately.He and George winked at Harry and left the living room.

"Okay." Mr. Weasley 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."

Although Mr. Weasley said compliments, they didn't sound so good when combined with the dust and broken bricks now everywhere in the living room, and thinking about who caused all this.Aaron saw Uncle Harry's face turn red immediately, and Aaron almost thought he would rush forward and fight with Mr. Weasley.But perhaps because he was still afraid of the wizards' unknown methods, Harry's uncle did nothing in the end.

Mr. Weasley looked around the room.Aaron could tell that he liked anything that had to do with Muggles.He watched the television and VCR with particular interest.

"They're powered by electricity, aren't they?" he said to Harry's uncle, looking very knowledgeable. "Ah, yes, I saw the plug. I collect plugs, and batteries. I collect lots and lots of batteries. .My wife thought I was crazy, but you see, I was right."

Harry's uncle also apparently thought Mr. Weasley was crazy.Almost imperceptibly, he moved a little to the right, blocking his wife with his body, as if he expected Mr. Weasley to jump up and attack them.

At this time, a chubby boy walked into the living room.He has a big pink silver face, a short neck, a pair of blue eyes and thick blond hair.He moved close to the wall, staring at Mr. Weasley with extremely frightened eyes, trying desperately to hide himself behind Harry's aunt and uncle.But unfortunately, he was too fat. Aaron visually judged that his width even exceeded his height. Even if Harry's uncle was a big man, it was impossible to block him.

"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."

"How was your holiday, Dudley?" he asked Harry's cousin kindly.

But Harry's cousin whimpered and covered his fat butt tightly with both hands.

At this time, Fred and George returned to the living room carrying Harry's school boxes.They looked around as soon as they arrived, 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 drew his wand.Aaron saw Harry's uncle and his family retreating to the wall in the same posture.

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

A fire suddenly burst into flames in the fireplace, crackling and burning brightly, as if it had been burning for hours.Mr. Weasley took out a small bag with a drawstring from his pocket, opened it, pinched a little powder from it and threw it into the fire. The flames immediately turned green and the flames jumped higher than before.

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

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

A bag of candy slipped out of Fred's pocket, and the candy inside rolled everywhere - big, round toffees, 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!”

Harry's aunt 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, then raised the box upright so that George could hold it more securely.Then George shouted, "The Burrow!" There was another whoosh, and it disappeared.

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

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

Only Aaron, Harry and Mr. Weasley were still alive.

"Okay... then goodbye." Harry said to his uncle's family.

They didn't say a word.

Harry walked toward the flames, and as soon as he reached the hearth, Mr. Weasley stretched out a hand and pulled him back.Mr. Weasley was looking at Harry's uncle's family in shock.

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

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

Mr. Weasley did not release his hands from Harry's shoulders. He said to Uncle Vernon slightly angrily: "You won't be able to see your nephew until next summer. You have to say goodbye, right?"

Uncle Harry's face was distorted with rage.It seemed to cause him great pain that a man who had just blown up half the wall of his living room was here to teach him respect.But Mr. Weasley still had the wand in his hand, and Uncle Harry glanced at the wand with his little eyes, and then said very annoyed: "Okay, bye."

"Goodbye," Harry said, sticking one foot into the green flames.

But just then, there was a terrible sound of retching in the living room, and then Harry's aunt screamed.

Aaron quickly turned around to look.Harry's cousin Dudley was no longer hiding behind his parents. Instead, he was kneeling by the coffee table, with a foot-long sticky purple-red stuff coming out of his mouth, making him uncomfortable. He kept retching and whining.Aaron only wondered for a moment before he understood that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue. There was a piece of colorful toffee paper on the floor in front of Dudley.

Harry's aunt lunged at Dudley, grabbed the tip of his distended tongue, and tried desperately to pry it out of his mouth.Dudley immediately screamed loudly and purred louder than before, while trying hard to get away from her.Harry's uncle was waving his hands wildly and getting 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 raised his wand and walked towards Dudley.But Harry's aunt screamed even louder and threw herself on Dudley, fearing that Mr. Weasley would hurt him.

"Oh, don't be like this!" Mr. Weasley said desperately, "This can be easily solved. It's all the toffee's fault. My son Fred likes to play pranks all day long, but it doesn't matter, it's just a prank. A kind of expansion magic, at least I think so. Please step aside and I can correct it."

But instead of relaxing, Harry's aunt and uncle became even more nervous.Harry's aunt, sobbing hysterically, tugged at Dudley's tongue as if determined to pluck it out by the roots.Dudley seemed to be suffocating under the combined pressure of his mother's tongue and his.Harry's uncle had completely lost control, grabbed a porcelain statue on top of the sideboard, and threw it at Mr. Weasley.Mr. Weasley ducked, and the ornament shattered on the blown fireplace.

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

Harry's uncle roared like a wounded hippopotamus and grabbed another ornament.

"Harry, let's go! Let's go!" Mr. Weasley pointed his wand at Harry's uncle and shouted, "And you, Aaron, let's go too! I'll take care of this!"

Harry originally seemed to want to stay and watch the excitement, but when the second ornament thrown by his uncle flew past his left ear, he changed his mind.Harry quickly stepped into the flames, said, "The Burrow!" and then disappeared with a whoosh.

Aaron also felt that it was best to let Mr. Weasley deal with this situation alone. He followed Harry and hurriedly stepped into the flames, shouting: "The Burrow!"

His last quick glance into the living room saw Mr. Weasley blowing the third ornament flying out of Uncle Harry's hand to smithereens with his wand.Harry's aunt leaned over Dudley and screamed, Dudley's tongue hanging out of his mouth like a slippery python.Then, Aaron began to spin rapidly in the blazing green flames, and the living room of Uncle Harry's house disappeared.