Vol 2 Chapter 437: The fireplace was blown up

In this silent, tense atmosphere, time has passed.
The tea in the cups of Evan, Harry, and Hermione had already dried up, but no one renewed them.
Whether it is Harry's coward or aunt, it doesn't seem to mean this.
Ai Wen knows a spell that can change wine, but he can't play it here.
But this is hard to beat him. He carries a lot of drinks in the bag that he has carried with his inexhaustible stretch.
They are the juices that he brought back from France. Under the illumination of the light, these juices will reflect the colorful dreamy light and are very famous in the French magic world.
Ai Wen took out the juice and gave himself, Harry, Hermione a cup, and the Dudley cup on the opposite side.
Smell the sweet taste of the juice, Dudley can't wait to pick up the cup.
"Oh, no, Dudley!" Harry's Aunt Petunia shouted out loud. "Don't move that thing, let go."
"Don't worry, this juice is no problem!" said Ai Wen. "But what other wizards give you, you better not put it in your mouth, especially the twins who are going to come, especially extra care. They like to play tricks."
Perhaps the identity of Ai Wen, or his attitude, Aunt Petunia finally allowed Dudley to drink the juice.
Of course, the atmosphere in the room did not improve.
Ai Wen told Harry and Hermione about his knowledge of Booth Barton. On the opposite side, the Dursleys were whispering.
Dudley stared at the bottle of juice on the top of the table, licking his lips, and his eyes were shining with greed.
In this way, the time came to five o'clock, and quietly went over!
I don't know why, the Weasleys are late.
Because of the sultry weather and the wear of many people, Mr. Dursley in suits and suits has begun to sweat slightly.
He stood up impatiently, opened the front door, looked around on the road, and immediately retracted his head.
"They are late!" he shouted Harry in a foul voice.
"I know!" Harry replied. "Probably, um, probably the traffic is too crowded, it must be this!"
Even so, he is a bit unsettled.
Harry turned his head and looked at Aiwen uneasy. Avon shook his head.
In his view, Mr. Weasley must have come through the way of flying nets or phantoms.
No matter how you think, there is no possibility of traffic congestion.
Wait a minute, fly the net? !
Ai Wen suddenly thought that if they came here through the flying net, they must come out of the fireplace.
The fireplace of the Dursleys was sealed, with a coal-fired electric stove in front.
Evan hurriedly stood up and walked over to the fireplace and observed it carefully.
He seemed to hear something. Behind Ai Wen, the Dursleys still muttered in the living room.
"Not respecting others at all!"
"We may have other dates."
"They probably thought that if they came later, we would invite them to dinner."
"Hey, don't even think about it!" said Mr. Dursley. "They took the three children and left, not allowed to stay here."
Then, he shouted to Harry and Hermione sitting on the sofa. "I mean, if they can come. They probably made a mistake, and I dare say that they have no idea of ​​time."

Just then, Ai Wen heard a voice coming from inside the fireplace, someone was inside!
He guessed it, the Weasleys came here through the flying net.
Before he even thought about what to do, there was a scream of horror.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Dudley shouted.
Because curious Ivan was doing what he was doing in front of the fireplace, he just followed and walked over and was shocked by the sound inside the fireplace.
To be honest, his screaming also made Ai Wen startled.
"What's wrong, what happened?" Harry rushed over.
In the corner of the living room, there was a voice from the Dursley family who was horrified in the room.
Dudley kept rubbing the sweat on his forehead, his expression was terrible.
He seems to have been unable to speak, using his hands to hold his tightly.
"They seem to be there, just inside the fireplace!" said Avon.
At this moment, heavy knocks and rubbing sounds came from behind the fireplace of the Dursleys.
"Oh! No, Fred, go back, go back, probably got it wrong, call George, don't be jealous! No, George, can't squeeze here, go back and tell Ron not to come over"
"Dad, I heard the words of Avon and Harry, they are outside," Fred shouted.
"I heard it too, they might let us go out!"
When George's voice just fell, there were several fists that slammed into the wall behind the electric stove.
"Avon, Harry, can you hear?!"
"It's Mr. Weasley, he's inside!" Hermione ran over. "They must have come here through the flying powder, but they don't know. Unlike the wizards, the Muggle family's fireplaces are usually Sealed."
"I heard, Hermione is also outside!" Mr. Weasley said with delight.
"Maybe we can"
Ai Wen hasn't finished yet. The Dursleys rushed over like two angry wolverines and attacked the three of them.

What happened?
Mr. Dursley snarled and asked,
What are they doing?

"They want to rely on flying powder to come here." Harry said, couldn't help but want to laugh, he tried to restrain himself. "They can travel on the fire, but you have sealed the fireplace, wait a minute."
At this point, Ai Wen and Hermione are talking to each other through the siding.
"Mr. Weasley, I am Avon!" he shouted. "The fireplace was sealed!"
"Damn!" said Mr. Weasley's voice. "Why do they want to seal the good fireplace?"
"They got an electric stove." Hermione explained.

Really?
Mr. Weasley’s voice was excited.
You mean, charged? Is there a plug? It’s great, I have to be knowledgeable, let me think about it, Ron!

Then, Ron’s voice was added to them.
"What are we doing here? What happened?"
"Nothing happened!" Fred's voice came out, a sarcasm, "This is where we are coming."
"Oh, we are all wasting time here!" George said, his voice was boring, as if he was squeezed to the wall.
"Children, children!" Mr. Weasley said in a vague voice, "I am thinking about what to do, okay, the only way, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, you three are standing back."
They hurried back to the sofa in the living room, and Mr. Dursley made a few steps forward.
"Wait!" he shouted at the fire. "What do you want to do?"
A loud bang, his words have not been said, the fireplace of his home was blasted! (To be continued.)