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〃They're late！〃 he snarled at Harry。
I know；〃 said Harry。 〃Maybe … er … the traffic's bad； or something。〃
Ten past five 。。。 then a quarter past five 。。。 Harry 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 might've had an engagement。〃
〃Maybe they think they'll get invited to dinner if they're late。〃
〃Well； they most certainly won't be；〃 said Uncle Vernon； and Harry heard him stand up and start pacing the living room。 〃They'll take the boy and go； there'll be no hanging around。 That's if they're ing at all。 Probably mistaken the day。 I daresay their kind don't set much store by punctuality。 Either that or they drive some tin…pot car that's broken d… 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。 〃What's the matter？〃
But Dudley didn't 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 ing from behind 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； there's been some kind of mistake … tell George not to … OUCH！ George； no； there's no room； go back quickly and tell Ron…〃
〃Maybe Harry can hear us； Dad … maybe he'll 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。 〃What's going on？〃
〃They … they've tried to get here by Floo powder；〃 said Harry； fighting a mad desire to laugh。 〃They can travel by fire … only you've blocked the fireplace … hang on …〃
He approached the fireplace and called through the boards。
〃Mr。 Weasley？ Can you hear me？〃
The hammering stopped。 Somebody inside the chimney piece said； 〃Shh！〃
〃Mr。 Weasley； it's Harry 。。。 the fireplace has been blocked up。 You won't be able to get through there。〃
〃Damn！〃 said Mr。 Weasley's voice。 〃What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for？〃
〃They've got an electric fire；〃 Harry explained。
〃Really？〃 said Mr。 Weasley's voice excitedly。 〃Eclectic； you say？ With a plug？
Gracious； I must see that。。。。 Let's think 。。。 ouch； Ron！〃
Ron's voice now joined the others'。
〃What are we doing here？ Has something gone wrong？〃
〃Oh no； Ron；〃 came Fred's voice； very sarcastically。 〃No； this is exactly where we wanted to end up。〃
〃Yeah； we're having the time of our lives here；〃 said George； whose voice sounded muffled； as though he was squashed against the wall。
〃Boys； boys。 。 。〃 said Mr。 Weasley vaguely。 〃I'm trying to think what 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 boarded…up 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 the last freckle。
〃That's better；〃 panted Mr。 Weasley； brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses。 〃Ah … you must be Harry's 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 and mustache and made him look as though he had just aged thirty years。
〃Er … yes … sorry about that；〃 said Mr。 Weasley； lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace。 〃It's all my fault。 It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't 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 aren't supposed to be connected； strictly speaking … but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me。 I can put it right in a jiffy； though； don't worry。 I'll 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 hadn't 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？〃
〃It's upstairs；〃 said Harry； grinning back。
〃We'll get it；〃 said Fred at once。 Winking at Harry； he and George left the room。 They knew where Harry's bedroom was； having once rescued him from it in the dead of night。
Harry suspected that Fred and George were hoping for a glimpse of Dudley； 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 you've got here。〃
As the usually spotless living room was now covered in dust and bits of brick； this remark didn't go down too well with the Dursleys。 Uncle Vernon's face purpled once more； and Aunt Petunia started chewing her tongue again。 However； they seemed too scared to actually say anything。
Mr。 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 yes； I can see the plugs。 I collect plugs；〃 he added to Uncle Vernon。 〃And batteries。 Got a very large collection of batteries。 My wife thinks I'm 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 suddenly 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 Vernon's bulk； while sufficient to hide bony Aunt Petunia； was nowhere near enough to conceal Dudley。
〃Ah； this is your cousi