Hogwarts Lion Girl

Chapter 149 The Fireplace Exploded

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden spot of light beside Harry's bed.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes. The lingering fear from last night's dream still left him feeling a little tired.

I opened the window and a gust of fresh air blew in my face, bringing with it the fragrance of grass and soil, dispelling any remaining sleepiness.

After a quick wash, Harry went downstairs.

The Dursleys were already sitting in the living room.

Uncle Vernon's corpulent frame took up most of the sofa, a newspaper in his hand and mumbling comments.

Aunt Petunia was concentrating on watching the morning show on TV, occasionally letting out a few sharp laughs.

Dudley was slumped on another sofa like a mountain of flesh, holding a large bowl of cereal in his hands, his mouth stuffed full, but his eyes were still greedily staring at the TV screen.

No one noticed Harry's arrival. He walked to the dining table quietly, poured himself a glass of milk, and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible.

A sudden scratching sound came from the fireplace, interrupting the original tranquility in the room.

It felt like something was scratching the bricks in the fireplace with its claws, over and over again, sharp and piercing.

Dudley nearly threw his cereal bowl away, Aunt Petunia let out a short scream, and Uncle Vernon shot up from the sofa, his beard quivering with fear.

Harry's heart began to beat faster involuntarily, and he had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.

There was a growing noise in the fireplace, and with it a sharp grinding sound, the green flames leaped up sharply, illuminating Uncle Vernon's face which was distorted with fear.

"Damn it! Those guys!" Uncle Vernon cursed under his breath, snatched the decorative plate from the mantelpiece and threw it into the fireplace.

The plate exploded in flames, fragments flying everywhere, but the harsh scratching sound did not stop, but became more and more intense.

"What's happening here?"

“Why is it so dark?”

"Are we in the wrong place?"

"No, I'm definitely not mistaken. It must be here."

"So what's going on now?"

"Get out of the way and let me come!"

"Ron what are you doing?"

"Oh, wait!"

"Do not impulse!"

The noise in the fireplace became more and more intense, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and bricks, stones and dust exploded like a bomb, with debris flying and thick smoke billowing.

A large hole was blown in the fireplace, debris shattered the window glass, and wood chips and ashes were scattered all over the room.

Then, a head popped out from the fireplace, with messy red hair and a burnt face. It was one of the Weasley twin brothers, Fred, or was it George?

Harry couldn't remember clearly, but it was always so hard to tell the twins apart.

"Oh, sorry, I think we're in the wrong place," one of the twins grinned, revealing a sly smile, "Excuse me, where is this..."

"Get out! Get out!" Before he could finish his sentence, Uncle Vernon interrupted him with a roar, waving the umbrella in his hand and poking at him like he was driving away a stray dog.

"Wait," a woman's voice came from the fireplace, and then Mrs. Weasley, with her plump body, squeezed out of the fireplace with difficulty. She struggled to pat the dust on her body and shouted anxiously, "Don't get excited, we are just here to pick up Harry..."

"I think you've got one thing wrong," Uncle Vernon interrupted her with gritted teeth. "Harry's not going anywhere! He's not going anywhere!"

"But," Mrs. Weasley explained patiently, "the Quidditch World Cup..."

"I don't care about the World Cup! I told you, he's not going anywhere!" Uncle Vernon interrupted her rudely, pointing in the direction of the door and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Get out! Get out now!"

"Oh! That's so rude!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, blushing.

"Politeness? You freaks, you still have the nerve to talk to me about politeness?" Uncle Vernon roared in frustration, spitting out his saliva. "Take your magic tricks and get out of my house! Now!"

"But...Uncle..." Harry couldn't help but speak, but was frightened by Uncle Vernon's fierce look and shut his mouth.

"Shut up! You have no right to speak here!" Uncle Vernon roared. Then he turned around and pointed at the Weasley family who were coming out one after another, and said sternly, "Listen, I warn you, don't harass us again! Otherwise I will call the police!"

Mrs. Weasley was shaking with anger. She took a deep breath and tried to suppress her anger, but before she could say anything, there was another noise in the fireplace.

"Wait, let me do it!" A loud voice rang out, and then a tall figure appeared in the fireplace. It was Mr. Weasley.

"Listen, we're sorry. We didn't want this to happen. After all, who knew you would block the fireplace?" Arthur spread his hands helplessly.

Molly waved at Harry, "Harry, come here quickly."

Harry hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Where are we going? I haven't packed my luggage yet."

Ron walked over and pulled Harry over, "Don't bother packing. Just ask me for anything you need."

Fred pushed Harry into the fireplace with a grin, "You can also ask us for it. Come on, get ready."

George handed over a handful of Floo powder, "You know the location, our house."

The Dursleys watched helplessly as green flames burst out of the fireplace again and took Harry and the Weasleys away.

But what made him feel a little relieved was that before Arthur left, he used magic to restore the messy living room to its original state.

While the Dursleys were cursing, Harry had already arrived at the Burrow again.

He was surprised to find that Hermione had also arrived here and was chatting and laughing with Ginny.

Harry sat down on a low stool and asked, "So, where are we going?"

Ron said excitedly, "Of course I'm going to watch the Quidditch World Cup! This is the most luxurious and grand event in the past ten years, and there will be many star players participating!"

Fred came over and said, "It's Bulgaria versus Ireland."

George said as he buttered his toast, "Ron loves Bulgaria! But Fred and I are still undecided about who to support. After all, this is related to whether our gold galleons will increase."

Ginny whispered to Hermione: "These boys are so boring..."

Hermione nodded in agreement, "But I also prefer the Bulgarian team. The star player, Viktor Krum, is really charming."

Ginny nodded, "That's true."

Harry nodded blankly and couldn't help asking, "Oh... then, will Salina go too?"

Fred shook his head. "Not sure. She seems to be busy with some research recently. She didn't respond to the letters we sent her before."

George followed up, “Actually, we went to her house before we came to find you, but we only saw her housekeeper.”

Harry nodded with some regret, "Is that so..."

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