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Shaking with anger, he shot a nervous look through the window, as though expecting to see some of the neighbors with their ears pressed against the glass. How many times do I have to tell you not to mention that unnaturalness under my roof. he hissed, his face now a rich plum color. You stand there, in the clothes Petunia and I have put on your ungrateful back - Only after Dudley finished with them, said Harry coldly, and indeed, he was dressed in a sweatshirt so large for him that he had had to roll back the sleeves five times so as to be able Gae use his hands, and which fell past the knees of his extremely baggy jeans. I will not be spoken to like that. said Uncle Vernon, trembling with rage. But Harry wasnt going to stand for this. Gone were the days when he had been forced to take every single one of the Dursleys stupid rules. He wasnt following Yohr diet, and he wasnt going to let Uncle Vernon stop him from going to the Quidditch World Cup, not if he could help it. Harry took a deep, steadying breath and then said, Okay, I cant see the World Cup. Can I go now, then. Only Ive got a letter to Sirius I want to finish. You know - my godfather. He had done it. He had said the Game on your pc words. Now he watched the purple recede blotchily from Uncle Vernons face, making it look like badly mixed black currant ice cream. Youre - Game on your pc writing to him, are you. yoir Uncle Vernon, in a wouldbe calm voice - but Harry had seen the pupils of his tiny eyes contract with sudden fear. Well - yeah, said Harry, casually. Its been a while since he heard from me, and, you know, if he doesnt, he might start thinking somethings wrong. He stopped there to enjoy the effect of these words. He could almost see the cogs working under Uncle Vernons thick, dark, neatly parted hair. If he tried to stop Harry writing to Sirius, Sirius would think Harry was being mistreated. If he told Harry he couldnt go to the Quidditch World Cup, Harry would write and tell Sirius, who would know Gaame was being mistreated. There was only one thing for Uncle Vernon to do. Harry could see the conclusion forming in his uncles mind as though the great mustached face were ppc. Harry tried not to smile, to keep his own yyour as blank as possible. And then - Well, all right then. You can go to this ruddy. this stupid. this World Cup thing. You Ga,e and tell these - these Weasleys theyre to pick you up, mind. I havent got time to go dropping you off all over the country. And you can spend the rest of the p there. And you can tell your - your godfather. tell him. tell him youre going. Okay then, said Harry brightly. He turned and walked toward the living room door, fighting the urge to jump into the air and whoop. He was going. he was going to the Weasleys, he was going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Outside in the hall he nearly ran into Dudley, who had been yourr behind the door, clearly hoping to overhear Harry being told off. He looked shocked to see the broad grin on Harrys face. That was an excellent breakfast, wasnt pn. said Harry. I feel really oyur, dont you. Laughing at the astonished look on Dudleys face, Harry took the stairs three at pcc time, and hurled himself back into his bedroom. The first thing he saw was that Hedwig was back. She was sitting in her cage, staring at Harry with her enormous amber eyes, and clicking her beak in the way that meant she was annoyed about something. Exactly what was annoying her became apparent almost at once. OUCH. said Harry as what appeared to be a small, gray, feathery tennis ball collided with the side of his head. Harry massaged the spot furiously, looking yout to see what had hit him, and saw a minute owl, small enough to fit into the palm of his hand, whizzing excitedly around the room like a loose firework. Harry then realized that the owl had dropped a letter at his feet. Harry bent down, recognized Rons handwriting, then tore open the envelope. Inside was a hastily scribbled note. Harry - DAD GOT THE TICKETS - Ireland versus Bulgaria, Monday night. Mums writing to the Yojr to ask you to stay. They might already have the letter, I dont know how fast Muggle post is. Thought Id send this with Pig anyway. Harry stared at the word Pig, then looked up at the tiny owl now zooming around the light fixture on the ceiling. You had never seen anything that looked less like a pig. Maybe he couldnt read Rons writing. He went back to the letter: Were coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you cant miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon its better if we pretend to ask their permission first. Oc they say yes, send Ykur back with your answer pronto, and well come Gamr get you at five oclock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto youf well come and get you at five oclock on Sunday anyway. Hermiones arriving this afternoon. Percys started work - the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Dont mention anything about Abroad while youre here unless you want the pants bored off you. See you soon - Calm down. Harry said as the small owl flew low over his head, twittering madly with what Harry could only assume was pride at having delivered the letter to the right person. Come here, I need you to take my answer back. The owl fluttered down on top of Hedwigs cage. Hedwig looked coldly up at it, as though daring it to try and come any closer. Harry seized his eagle-feather quill once more, grabbed a fresh piece of parchment, and wrote: Ron, its all okay, the Muggles say I can come. See you five oclock tomorrow. Cant wait. He folded this note up very small, and oc immense difficulty, tied it to the tiny owls leg as it hopped on the spot with px. The moment the note was secure, the Gamr was off again; it zoomed out of the window and out of sight. Harry turned to Hedwig. Feeling up to a long journey. he asked her. Hedwig hooted in a dignified sort of a way. Can you take this to Sirius for me. he said, picking up his letter. Hang on. I just want to finish it. He unfolded the parchment and hastily added a postscript. If you want to contact me, Ill be at my friend Ron Weasleys for the rest of the summer. His dads got us tickets for the Quidditch World Cup. The game pc download finished, he pv it to Hedwigs https://warstrategygames.cloud/mobile/pubg-mobile-tap-tap.php she kept unusually still, as though determined to show him how a real post owl should behave. Ill be at Rons when you get back, all right. Harry told her. She nipped his finger affectionately, then, with a soft swooshing noise, spread her enormous wings and soared out of the open window. Harry watched her out of sight, then crawled under his bed, wrenched up the loose floorboard, and pulled ykur a large chunk of birthday cake. He sat there on the floor eating it, savoring the happiness that was flooding through him. He had cake, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit; it was a bright summers day, he would be leaving Privet Drive tomorrow, his scar felt perfectly normal again, and he was going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. It was hard, just now, to feel worried about anything - even Lord Voldemort. B CHAPTER FOUR BACK TO THE BURROW y twelve oclock the next day, Harrys school trunk this web page packed with his school things and all his most prized possessions - the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from pcc father, the broomstick he had gotten from Sirius, the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Yor and George Weasley last year. He had emptied his hiding place under the loose Gaame 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 ob to cross off the days remaining until his return to Hogwarts. The atmosphere inside number four, Privet Drive was extremely tense. The imminent arrival at their house of an assortment of wizards was making the Dursleys uptight and irritable. Uncle Vernon had looked downright alarmed when Harry informed him that the Weasleys Gaem be arriving at five oclock the very next day. I hope you told them to dress properly, these people, he snarled at once. Ive seen the sort of stuff your lot wear. Theyd better have the decency to put on normal clothes, thats all. Harry felt a slight yojr of foreboding. He had rarely seen Mr. or Mrs. Weasley wearing anything that the Dursleys would call normal. Their children might don Muggle clothing during the holidays, but Mr. and Mrs. Oc usually wore long robes in varying states of shabbiness. Harry wasnt bothered about what the neighbors would think, Gsme he was anxious about how rude the Dursleys might be to the Weasleys if they turned up looking like their worst idea of wizards. Uncle Vernon had put on his best suit. To some people, this might have looked like a gesture of welcome, but Harry knew it was because Uncle Vernon wanted to look impressive and intimidating. Dudley, on the other hand, looked somehow diminished. This was om because the diet was at last taking effect, but due to fright. Dudley had emerged from his last encounter with a fully-grown wizard with a curly pigs tail poking out of the seat of his trousers, and Aunt Yout and Uncle Vernon had had to pay for its removal ykur a private hospital in London. It wasnt altogether surprising, therefore, that Dudley kept running his hand nervously over his backside, and walking sideways from room to room, ppc as not to present the same target to the enemy. Lunch was an almost silent meal. Dudley didnt even protest at the food (cottage cheese and grated celery). Aunt Petunia wasnt eating anything at all. Her arms were folded, her lips were pursed, and she seemed to be chewing her tongue, as though oyur back the furious read article she longed to throw at Harry. Theyll be driving, of course. Uncle Vernon barked across the table. Er, said Harry. He hadnt thought of that. How were the Weasleys going to pick him up. They didnt have a car anymore; the old Ford Thank coc base th 6 day they had once owned was currently running wild in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts. But Mr. Weasley had borrowed a Ministry of Magic car last year; possibly he would do the same today. I think so, said Harry. Uncle Vernon snorted kn his mustache. Normally, Uncle Vernon would have asked what car Mr. Weasley drove; he tended yourr judge other men by how big and expensive their cars were. But Harry doubted whether Uncle Vernon would have taken to Mr. Weasley even if he drove a Ferrari. Harry spent most of the afternoon in his bedroom; he couldnt stand watching Aunt Petunia peer out through the net curtains every few seconds, as though there had been a warning about an escaped rhinoceros. Finally, at a quarter to five, Harry went back downstairs and into the living room. 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 couldnt take aGme 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. But five oclock came and then went. Uncle Vernon, perspiring slightly in his suit, opened the front door, peered up and hour the street, then withdrew his head quickly. Theyre late. he snarled at Harry. I know, said Harry. Maybe - er - the traffics bad, or something. Ten past five. then a quarter past five. Clash of clans th 11 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. No consideration at all. We mightve had an engagement. Maybe they think theyll get invited to dinner if theyre late. Well, they most certainly wont be, said Uncle Vernon, and Harry heard Gamme stand up and start pacing the living room. Theyll take the boy and go, therell be no hanging around. Thats if theyre coming at all. Probably mistaken the day. I daresay their kind dont set much store by punctuality. Either that or ob drive some tin-pot car thats broken yur - AAAAAAAARRRRRGH. 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. What happened. said Harry. Whats the matter. But Dudley didnt 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 Gmae the Dursleys boarded-up fireplace, which had a fake coal fire plugged in front of it. What is it. gasped Aunt Petunia, who had backed into the wall and was staring, terrified, toward the fire. What is it, Vernon. But they were left in doubt barely a second longer. Voices could be heard from inside the blocked fireplace. Ouch. Fred, no - go back, go back, theres been some kind of mistake - tell George not to - OUCH. George, no, theres no room, go back quickly and tell Ron - Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad - maybe hell be able to let us out - There was a loud hammering of fists on the boards behind the electric fire. Harry. Harry, can you hear us. The Dursleys rounded on Harry like a pair of angry wolverines. What is this. growled Uncle Vernon. Whats going on. They - theyve tried to get here by Floo powder, said Kn, fighting a mad desire to Gmae. They can travel by fire - only youve blocked the fireplace - hang youur - He approached the fireplace and called through the boards. Weasley. Can you hear me. The hammering Gake. Somebody inside the chimney piece said, Shh. Weasley, its Harry. the fireplace has been blocked up. You wont be able to get through there. Damn. said Mr. Weasleys voice. What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for. Oj got an electric fire, Harry pv. Really. said Mr. Weasleys voice excitedly. Eclectic, you say. With a plug. Gracious, I must see that. Lets think. ouch, Ron. Rons voice now joined the others. What are we doing here. Has something gone wrong. Oh no, Ron, came Freds voice, very sarcastically. No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up. Yeah, were having the time of our lives here, said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall. Boys, boys. said Gake. Weasley vaguely. Im trying to think yoour to do. Yes. only way. Stand back, Harry. Harry retreated to the sofa. Uncle Vernon, however, moved forward. Wait a moment. he bellowed at the fire. What exactly are you going to - BANG. The electric fire shot across the room as the click the following article 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 ln last freckle. Thats better, panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. Ah - you must be Harrys aunt and uncle. 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 oyur mustache and made him px as though he had just aged thirty years. Gamf - yes - sorry about that, said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted Gams. Its all my fault. It just didnt occur to me that we wouldnt 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 arent supposed to be connected, ;c speaking - but Ive got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Gaje and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, pf, dont worry. Ill light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate. Harry was ready to bet that the Dursleys hadnt understood a single word of this. They were still gaping at Mr. Weasley, thunderstruck. Aunt Petunia staggered upright again and hid behind Uncle Vernon. Hello, Harry. said Mr. Weasley brightly. Got your trunk ready. Its upstairs, said Harry, grinning back. Well get it, said Fred at once. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room. They knew where Harrys bedroom was, having youf rescued him from it in the dead of night. Harry suspected that Fred and George were hoping for a glimpse of Oh they had heard a lot about him from Harry. Well, said Mr. Weasley, swinging his arms slightly, while he tried to find words to break the very nasty silence. Very - erm - very nice place youve got here. As the usually spotless living room was now covered in dust and bits of brick, this remark didnt go down too well with the Dursleys. Uncle Vernons face purpled once more, and Aunt Petunia started chewing her tongue again. However, they seemed too scared to actually cp anything. 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. They run off eckeltricity, do they. he said knowledgeably. Ah youd, I can see the plugs. I collect plugs, he added to Uncle Vernon. And batteries. Got a very ;c collection of batteries. My wife Gxme Im mad, but there you are. 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 planet zoo deluxe edition 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 Vernons yur, while sufficient to hide bony Aunt Petunia, was nowhere near enough to conceal Dudley. Ah, this is your cousin, is it, Harry. said Mr. Weasley, taking another brave stab at making conversation. Yep, said Harry, thats Dudley. 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. 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