Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

In this atmosphere of silence and tension, time gradually passes.

Ivan, Harry and Hermione drank tea from their cups long ago, but no one gave them a refill.

Neither Harry's uncle nor his aunt seemed to mean that.

Ivan knows a spell that can turn into wine, but he can't do it here.

But it's hard to beat him, because he carries a lot of drinks in a cloth bag that has been expanded with a seamless stretch spell.

It's all the juices he brings back from France, and under the illumination of light, these juices reflect a fantastic glow of colour, very famous in French magic.

Evan took out the juice and filled himself, Harry and Hermione with a cup, and filled Dahlia's cup across the street.

Smell the sweetness of the juice and Dahlia can't wait to take the cup.

“Oh, no, Dudley, sweetheart!” Aunt Harry Penny stopped loudly, "Don't move that thing, put it down. ”

“Don't worry, this juice is fine!” Evan said, "But you better not put anything in your mouth that other wizards give you, especially the twins who are coming later, even more careful, because they like to play tricks. ”

Maybe it was Ivan's identity, or his attitude, and Aunt Penny finally allowed Dulley to drink that juice.

Of course, the awkwardness in the room hasn't improved.

Ivan told Harry and Hermione about his meeting in Boosbaton, and across the street, the Desirees were whispering.

Daryl stared dead at the remaining half of the juice on the table, licking his lips and gleaming greedy light in his eyes.

That's it, it's five o'clock, and you walk over quietly again!

I don't know why the Weasley family is late.

Mr. Desiree, in a suit of leather, has begun to sweat slightly because the weather is dull and overdressed.

He stood impatiently, opened the front door, looked to the left and right of the street and immediately retracted his head.

“They're late!” He shouted loudly and maliciously at Harry.

“I know!” Harry replied, "Probably, uh, probably too crowded, this must be it! ”

That being said, he was also a little restless.

Harry turned around and looked anxiously at Evan, who shook his head.

In his view, Mr. Weasley, they must have come through a flying network or a phantom shift.

No matter what you think, there can be no traffic congestion.

Wait a minute, Fly Network?!

Evan suddenly thought that if they came here through the network, they had to come out of the fireplace.

The Dusty's fireplace was sealed with a coal-fired fake electric stove in front of it.

Ivan stood up hastily, walked up to the fireplace and watched carefully.

He seemed to hear something, and behind Ivan, the Desirees were still slurping in the living room.

“No respect at all! ”

“We may have another date. ”

“They probably thought that if they came later, we would invite them to dinner. ”

“Huh, don't even think about it!” Mr. Desiree said, "They take the three children and leave, and they are not allowed to stay here. ”

Then he yelled at Harry and Hermione sitting on the couch, "I mean, if they could come. They probably made a mistake, and I bet people like them don't have a time perspective at all. ”

That's when Ivan heard a whisper coming from inside the fireplace. Someone was inside!

He's right, the Weasley family came here through a flying network.

Before he could figure out what to do, there was a shout of panic.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh” Dali shouted out loud.

Because of his curiosity about what Ivan was doing in front of the fireplace, he had just followed along and was shocked by the sound in the fireplace.

To be honest, Ivan was also surprised by this shout.

“What happened?” Harry rushed right over.

In the corner of the living room, there were three terrifying sounds of the Desirees crawling around the room.

Dulley continued to wipe the sweat on his forehead, expressing horror.

He seemed speechless and held his buttocks tight with his hands.

“They seem to be here, in the fireplace!” Ivan said.

At this moment, a heavy banging and friction sound came from behind the fireplace of the Desiree family.

“Ouch! No, Fred, go back, go back, it's probably a mistake, tell George not to... Oops! No, George, there's no more room here. Go back and tell Ron not to come..."

“Dad, I heard Ivan and Harry talking, they're right outside.” Fred shouted loudly.

“I heard it too, they might be able to get us out! ”

As soon as George's voice fell, several fists hit the wall panel behind the electric furnace.

“Evan, Harry, can you hear me?! ”

“It's Mr. Weasley, he's in there!” Hermione ran over, "they must have come here by flying powder, but they didn't know that, unlike wizards, the fireplaces of Muggles families were usually sealed. ”

“I heard Hermione outside!” Mr. Weasley was pleased to say.

“Maybe we can...”

Ivan wasn't finished yet, and the Dusty couple rushed in like two angry badgers and attacked the three of them.

“What's going on?” Mr. Desiree shouted and asked, "What are they doing? ”

“They want to come here with flying powder.” Harry said he couldn't help but laugh out loud, he was desperate to restrain, “They could travel on fire, just you sealed the fireplace, wait..."

At this time, Ivan and Hermione were facing each other across the wall and inside.

“Mr. Weasley, it's Ivan!” He shouted loudly, “The fireplace is sealed! ”

“Damn it!” Mr. Weasley's voice said, "Why would they seal a good fireplace? ”

“They built an electric stove.” Hermione explained.

“Really?” Mr. Weasley's voice excited, “You mean, charged? Do you have a plug? Awesome, I have to see it, let me think... Oops, Ron! ”

Immediately afterwards, Ron's voice joined them.

“What are we doing here? Is something wrong? ”

“Nothing happened!” Fred's voice came out, a sarcastic tone, “that's exactly where we're going. ”

“Oops, we're all wasting time here!” George said his voice was boring, as if he had been squeezed against the wall.

“Kids, kids!” Mr. Weasley's blurred voice said, "I'm thinking about what to do, okay, that's it, Ivan, Harry, Hermione, you three stand back. ”

They hurried back to the sofa in the living room and Mr. Desiree took a few steps forward.

“Wait!” he shouted at the furnace fire, "What exactly do you want...”

loud bang, his words had not been said, his fireplace was blown up!