By twelve o'clock the next day, Harry's school trunk was packed with his school things and all his most prized possessions - the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had gotten from Sirius, the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Fred and George Weasley last year. He had emptied his hiding place under the loose floorboard of all food, double-checked every nook and cranny of his bedroom for forgotten spellbooks or quills, and taken down the chart on the wall counting down the days to September the first, on which he liked to cross off the days remaining until his return to Hogwarts. .Giuseppe Zanotti replica.
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Aunt Petunia was compulsively straightening cushions. Uncle Vernon was pretending to read the paper, but his tiny eyes were not moving, and Harry was sure he was really listening with all his might for the sound of an approaching car. Dudley was crammed into an armchair, his porky hands beneath him, clamped firmly around his bottom. Harry couldn't take the tension; he left the room and went and sat on the stairs in the hall, his eyes on his watch and his heart pumping fast from excitement and nerves. .bvlgari rings replica.
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â€œI know,â€ said Harry. â€œMaybe - er - the traffic's bad, or something.â€
Ten past fiveâ€¦then a quarter past fiveâ€¦Harry was starting to feel anxious himself now. At half past, he heard Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia conversing in terse mutters in the living room.
â€œNo consideration at all.â€
â€œWe might've had an engagement.â€
â€œMaybe they think they'll get invited to dinner if they're late.â€
â€œWell, they most certainly won't be,â€ said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard him stand up and start pacing the living room. â€œThey'll take the boy and go, there'll be no hanging around. That's if they're coming at all. Probably mistaken the day. I daresay their kind don't set much store by punctuality. Either that or they drive some tin-pot car that's broken d -AAAAAAAARRRRRGH!â€
Harry jumped up. From the other side of the living room door came the sounds of the three Dursleys scrambling, panic-stricken, across the room. Next moment Dudley came flying into the hall, looking terrified.
â€œWhat happened?â€ said Harry. â€œWhat's the matter?â€
But Dudley didn't seem able to speak. Hands still clamped over his buttocks, he waddled as fast as he could into the kitchen. Harry hurried into the living room.
Loud bangings and scrapings were coming from behind the Dursleysâ€™ boarded-up fireplace, which had a fake coal fire plugged in front of it.
â€œWhat is it?â€ gasped Aunt Petunia, who had backed into the wall and was staring, terrified, toward the fire. â€œWhat is it, Vernon?â€
But they were left in doubt barely a second longer. Voices could be heard from inside the blocked fireplace.
â€œOuch! Fred, no - go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake - tell George not to - OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron -â€
â€œMaybe Harry can hear us, Dad - maybe he'll be able to let us out -â€
There was a loud hammering of fists on the boards behind the electric fire.
â€œHarry? Harry, can you hear us?â€
The Dursleys rounded on Harry like a pair of angry wolverines.
â€œWhat is this?â€ growled Uncle Vernon. â€œWhat's going on?â€
â€œThey - they've tried to get here by Floo powder,â€ said Harry, fighting a mad desire to laugh. â€œThey can travel by fire - only you've blocked the fireplace - hang on -â€
He approached the fireplace and called through the boards.
â€œMr. Weasley? Can you hear me?â€
The hammering stopped. Somebody inside the chimney piece said, â€œShh!â€
â€œMr. Weasley, it's Harryâ€¦the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there.â€
â€œDamn!â€ said Mr. Weasley's voice. â€œWhat on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?â€
â€œThey've got an electric fire,â€ Harry explained.
â€œReally?â€ said Mr. Weasley's voice excitedly. â€œEclectic, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see thatâ€¦.Let's thinkâ€¦Ouch, Ron!â€
Ron's voice now joined the others'.
â€œWhat are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?â€
â€œOh no, Ron,â€ came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. â€œNo, this is exactly where we wanted to end up.â€
â€œYeah, we're having the time of our lives here,â€ said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.
â€œBoys, boysâ€¦â€ said Mr. Weasley vaguely. â€œI'm trying to think what to doâ€¦.Yesâ€¦only wayâ€¦Stand back, Harry.â€
Harry retreated to the sofa. Uncle Vernon, however, moved forward.
â€œWait a moment!â€ he bellowed at the fire. â€œWhat exactly are you going to -â€
The electric fire shot across the room as the boarded-up fireplace burst outward, expelling Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her before she hit the floor, and gaped, speechless, at the Weasleys, all of whom had bright red hair, including Fred and George, who were identical to the last freckle.
â€œThat's better,â€ panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. â€œAh - you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!â€
Tall, thin, and balding, he moved toward Uncle Vernon, his hand outstretched, but Uncle Vernon backed away several paces, dragging Aunt Petunia. Words utterly failed Uncle Vernon. His best suit was covered in white dust, which had settled in his hair and mustache and made him look as though he had just aged thirty years.
â€œEr - yes - sorry about that,â€ said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. â€œIt's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate.â€
Harry was ready to bet that the Dursleys hadn't understood a single word of this. They were still gaping at Mr. Weasley, thunderstruck. Aunt Petunia staggered upright again and hid behind Uncle Vernon.
â€œHello, Harry!â€ said Mr. Weasley brightly. â€œGot your trunk ready?â€
â€œIt's upstairs,â€ said Harry, grinning back.
â€œWe'll get it,â€ said Fred at once. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room. They knew where Harry's bedroom was, having once rescued him from it in the dead of night. Harry suspected that Fred and George were hoping for a glimpse of Dudley; they had heard a lot about him from Harry.
â€œWell,â€ said Mr. Weasley, swinging his arms slightly, while he tried to find words to break the very nasty silence. â€œVery - erm - very nice place you've got here.â€
As the usually spotless living room was now covered in dust and bits of brick, this remark didn't go down too well with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon's face purpled once more, and Aunt Petunia started chewing her tongue again. However, they seemed too scared to actually say anything.
Mr. Weasley was looking around. He loved everything to do with Muggles. Harry could see him itching to go and examine the television and the video recorder.
â€œThey run off eckeltricity, do they?â€ he said knowledgeably. â€œAh yes, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs,â€ he added to Uncle Vernon. â€œAnd batteries. Got a very large collection of batteries. My wife thinks I'm mad, but there you are.â€
Uncle Vernon clearly thought Mr. Weasley was mad too. He moved ever so slightly to the right, screening Aunt Petunia from view, as though he thought Mr. Weasley might suddenly run at them and attack.
Dudley suddenly reappeared in the room. Harry could hear the clunk of his trunk on the stairs, and knew that the sounds had scared Dudley out of the kitchen. Dudley edged along the wall, gazing at Mr. Weasley with terrified eyes, and attempted to conceal himself behind his mother and father. Unfortunately, Uncle Vernon's bulk, while sufficient to hide bony Aunt Petunia, was nowhere near enough to conceal Dudley.
â€œAh, this is your cousin, is it, Harry?â€ said Mr. Weasley, taking another brave stab at making conversation.
â€œYep,â€ said Harry, â€œthat's Dudley.â€
He and Ron exchanged glances and then quickly looked away from each other; the temptation to burst out laughing was almost overwhelming. Dudley was still clutching his bottom as though afraid it might fall off. Mr. Weasley, however, seemed genuinely concerned at Dudley's peculiar behavior. Indeed, from the tone of his voice when he next spoke, Harry was quite sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was quite as mad as the Dursleys thought he was, except that Mr. Weasley felt sympathy rather than fear.
â€œHaving a good holiday, Dudley?â€ he said kindly.
Dudley whimpered. Harry saw his hands tighten still harder over his massive backside.
Fred and George came back into the room carrying Harry's school trunk. They glanced around as they entered and spotted Dudley. Their faces cracked into identical evil grins.
â€œAh, right,â€ said Mr. Weasley. â€œBetter get cracking then.â€
He pushed up the sleeves of his robes and took out his wand. Harry saw the Dursleys draw back against the wall as one.
â€œIncendio!â€ said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.
Flames rose at once in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours. Mr. Weasley took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the powder inside, and threw it onto the flames, which turned emerald green and roared higher than ever.
â€œOff you go then, Fred,â€ said Mr. Weasley.
â€œComing,â€ said Fred. â€œOh no - hang on -â€
A bag of sweets had spilled out of Fred's pocket and the contents were now rolling in every direction - big, fat toffees in brightly colored wrappers.
Fred scrambled around, cramming them back into his pocket, then gave the Dursleys a cheery wave, stepped forward, and walked right into the fire, saying â€œthe Burrow!â€ Aunt Petunia gave a little shuddering gasp. There was a whooshing sound, and Fred vanished.
â€œRight then, George,â€ said Mr. Weasley, â€œyou and the trunk.â€
Harry helped George carry the trunk forward into the flames and turn it onto its end so that he could hold it better. Then, with a second whoosh, George had cried â€œthe Burrow!â€ and vanished too.
â€œRon, you next,â€ said Mr. Weasley.
â€œSee you,â€ said Ron brightly to the Dursleys. He grinned broadly at Harry, then stepped into the fire, shouted â€œthe Burrow!â€ and disappeared.
Now Harry and Mr. Weasley alone remained.
â€œWellâ€¦'bye then,â€ Harry said to the Dursleys.
They didn't say anything at all. Harry moved toward the fire, but just as he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley put out a hand and held him back. He was looking at the Dursleys in amazement.
â€œHarry said good-bye to you,â€ he said. â€œDidn't you hear him?â€
â€œIt doesn't matter,â€ Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. â€œHonestly, I don't care.â€
Mr. Weasley did not remove his hand from Harry's shoulder.
â€œYou aren't going to see your nephew till next summer,â€ he said to Uncle Vernon in mild indignation. â€œSurely you're going to say good-bye?â€
Uncle Vernon's face worked furiously. The idea of being taught consideration by a man who had just blasted away half his living room wall seemed to be causing him intense suffering. But Mr. Weasley's wand was still in his hand, and Uncle Vernon's tiny eyes darted to it once, before he said, very resentfully, â€œGood-bye, then.â€
â€œSee you,â€ said Harry, putting one foot forward into the green flames, which felt pleasantly like warm breath. At that moment, however, a horrible gagging sound erupted behind him, and Aunt Petunia started to scream.
Harry wheeled around. Dudley was no longer standing behind his parents. He was kneeling beside the coffee table, and he was gagging and sputtering on a foot-long, purple, slimy thing that was protruding from his mouth. One bewildered second later, Harry realized that the foot-long thing was Dudley's tongue - and that a brightly colored toffee wrapper lay on the floor before him.
Aunt Petunia hurled herself onto the ground beside Dudley, seized the end of his swollen tongue, and attempted to wrench it out of his mouth; unsurprisingly, Dudley yelled and sputtered worse than ever, trying to fight her off. Uncle Vernon was bellowing and waving his arms around, and Mr. Weasley had to shout to make himself heard.
â€œNot to worry, I can sort him out!â€ he yelled, advancing on Dudley with his wand outstretched, but Aunt Petunia screamed worse than ever and threw herself on top of Dudley, shielding him from Mr. Weasley.
â€œNo, really!â€ said Mr. Weasley desperately. â€œIt's a simple process it was the toffee - my son Fred - real practical joker - but it's only an Engorgement Charm - at least, I think it is - please, I can correct it -â€
But far from being reassured, the Dursleys became more panic- stricken; Aunt Petunia was sobbing hysterically, tugging Dudley's tongue as though determined to rip it out; Dudley appeared to be suffocating under the combined pressure of his mother and his tongue; and Uncle Vernon, who had lost control completely, seized a china figure from on top of the sideboard and threw it very hard at Mr. Weasley, who ducked, causing the ornament to shatter in the blasted fireplace.
â€œNow really!â€ said Mr. Weasley angrily, brandishing his wand. â€œI'm trying to help!â€
Bellowing like a wounded hippo, Uncle Vernon snatched up another ornament.
â€œHarry, go! Just go!â€ Mr. Weasley shouted, his wand on Uncle Vernon. â€œI'll sort this out!â€
Harry didn't want to miss the fun, but Uncle Vernon's second ornament narrowly missed his left ear, and on balance he thought it best to leave the situation to Mr. Weasley. He stepped into the fire, looking over his shoulder as he said â€œthe Burrow!â€ His last fleeting glimpse of the living room was of Mr. Weasley blasting a third ornament out of Uncle Vernon's hand with his wand, Aunt Petunia screaming and lying on top of Dudley, and Dudley's tongue lolling around like a great slimy python. But next moment Harry had begun to spin very fast, and the Dursleysâ€™ living room was whipped out of sight in a rush of emerald-green flames.
The Goblet Of Fire
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