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Time passed slowly in this silent and tense atmosphere.
The cups in front of Elwyn, Harry and Hermione had already been emptied, but no one gave them a refill.
Neither Harry's uncle nor his aunt seemed to have the same intention.
Elwyn knew a spell that could make wine appear, but he could not cast it here.
However, this was not a problem for him. He carried a cloth bag that had been enlarged by the Traceless Stretching Spell. There were many drinks in it.
They were all fruit juices that he had brought back from France. Under the illumination of the light, the fruit juices would reflect a colorful, dreamy glow. They were very famous in the French magic circle.
Elwyn took out the juice and poured a cup for himself, Harry and Hermione. He also filled up Dudley's cup.
Dudley could not wait to pick up the cup when he smelled the sweet fragrance of the juice.
"Oh, no, Dudley my sweetheart!" Harry's aunt Petunia stopped him loudly. "Don't touch that thing, put it down."
"Don't worry, this juice is fine!" Elwyn said, "But you better not put anything that other wizards give you into your mouth, especially the twins who are coming. Be extra careful, they like to play pranks."
Perhaps it was because of Elwyn's identity or his attitude, but Aunt Petunia finally allowed Dudley to drink the juice.
Of course, the awkward atmosphere in the room did not improve because of this.
Elwyn told Harry and Hermione about what he had seen in Boothbottom. Opposite him, the Dursleys were also whispering to each other.
Dudley stared at the half-empty bottle of juice on the table and licked his lips, his eyes shining with greed.
Just like that, when it was five o'clock, they quietly walked over!
For some reason, Weasley and his family were late.
Because of the hot weather, Mr. Dursley, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, had started to sweat.
He rose impatiently, opened the front door, looked to the right and to the left of the road, and immediately drew his head back again.
'They're late! 'he shouted gruffly to Harry.
"I know!" Harry replied. "Probably, um, probably because the traffic is too heavy. It must be this!"
Although he said that, he was a little impatient.
Harry turned around and looked at Elwyn uneasily. Elwyn shook his head.
In his opinion, Mr. Weasley and the others must have come through the Flying Net or Phantom Teleportation.
No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible for there to be a traffic jam.
Wait a minute, the Space Network?
Elwyn suddenly thought that if they came here through the flying net, then they must come out from the fireplace.
The Dursleys' fireplace was bolted up, and there was a dummy electric coal stove in front of it.
Elwyn hurriedly stood up and walked to the fireplace to observe it carefully.
He seemed to hear something. Behind Elwyn, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were still grumbling in the living room.
"Not a bit of respect!"
"We might have other appointments."
"They probably think that if they come a little late, we'll invite them to dinner."
"Hmph, don't even think about it!" Mr. Dursley said. "They'll take the three children and leave. They're not allowed to stay here."
Then he shouted to Harry and Hermione, who were sitting on the sofa. "I mean, if they can come. They probably got the date wrong. I bet people like them have no sense of time. "
Just then, Elwyn heard voices coming from the fireplace. Someone was inside!
He was right. Weasley and his family had come here through the Space Network.
Before he could think of what to do, he heard a terrified scream from beside him.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Dudley shouted.
Curious about what Elwyn was doing in front of the fireplace, Dudley had walked over and was startled by the noise.
To tell the truth, Elwyn was also startled by his scream.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Harry immediately rushed over.
From the corner of the living room came the sound of the Dursleys crawling around in fear.
Dudley kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, his expression extremely horrified.
He seemed to be speechless, and his hands were tightly covering his buttocks.
"I think they're here. They're inside the fireplace!" Elwyn said.
At that moment, a heavy knocking and scraping sound came from behind the Dursleys' fireplace.
"Oh no! No, Fred, go back, go back. There must be a mistake. Tell George not to come! Oh no! No, George, this place is too crowded. Go back and tell Ron not to come here! "
"Dad, I heard Elwyn and Harry talking. They're outside!" Fred shouted.
"I heard them too. They might be able to let us out!"
Just as George finished his sentence, the sound of several fists hitting the wall behind the electric fireplace could be heard.
"Elwyn, Harry, can you hear me?!"
"It's Mr. Weasley! He's inside!" Hermione ran over. "They must have come here through Floo fans, but they don't know that unlike wizards, the fireplaces of Muggle homes are usually sealed."
"I heard them. Hermione is outside too!" Mr. Weasley said happily.
"Maybe we can..."
Before Elwyn could finish, the Dursleys charged at the three of them like two angry wolverines.
"What's going on?" Mr. Dursleys asked, growling. "What are they doing?"
"They're trying to get here on Floo fans," said Harry, trying to hold back his laughter. Said Harry, trying desperately not to laugh aloud. 'They can travel by fire, but you've sealed up the fireplace. Wait a minute!'
Meanwhile, Elwyn and Hermione were talking through the wall.
"Mr. Weasley, it's Elwyn!" he shouted. "The fireplace is sealed!"
"Damn it!" said Mr. Weasley. "Why would they seal a perfectly fine fireplace?"
"They've got an electric fireplace," explained Hermione.
"Really?" Mr. Weasley sounded excited. "You mean, with electricity? Is there a plug? That's great, I must see it. Let me think. Ouch, Ron! "
Then Ron's voice joined them.
"What are we doing here? Is something wrong? "
"Nothing's wrong!" Fred's voice came back, sarcastically. "This is where we want to come."
"Oh, we're all wasting time here!" said George, his voice muffled, as if he were pressed against the wall.
"Children, children!" Mr. Weasley's muffled voice said. "I'm trying to figure out what to do. Well, that's all we can do. Elwyn, Harry, Hermione, stand back."
They hurried back to the sofa in the living room. Mr. Dursleys took a few steps forward.
"Wait!" he shouted at the fire. "What the hell do you want?"
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