Hogwarts: The opening game binds the Lie into God system

Chapter 225: Don’t Eat!.

Mr. Weasley was so nervous that he knew that the Dursleys were angry. But he didn’t understand, why were they angry?

Is it because he debunked Dudley’s IQ? Mr. Weasley was puzzled.

But he knew that every speck of dust here, including the Dursleys, was not welcome to him. He sighed.

“We’re ready to leave.”

He waved his wand, and a fire rose from inside the fireplace.

He took out the Floo powder from the small bag he carried with him, and threw some into it.

“Okay, kids, you guys leave quickly, little Evan, you’re the first!”

He didn’t really want Evan to have a connection with the Dursleys, and he didn’t think this family would be good for Little Evan.

“No, Dad, I want to wait before leaving!”

Evan smiled wickedly.

He saw Fred and George throw a few pieces of fat-tongued toffee on the ground, where Dudley was jumping around. He wanted to stay and see the results.

“Alas, little Evan! Then Fred and George go first! ”

Fred and George squeezed their eyes at him, pretending to do nothing, and walked through the fireplace.

“And then Harry!”

Mr. Weasley threw another handful of Floo powder.

Harry carried his suitcase and greeted the Dursleys.

“Goodbye then, we’ll see you next year at 723.”

He stepped into the fire with his luggage.

But the next second, he was pulled back by Evan.

“He’ll say goodbye to you again!”

Evan looked at the Dursleys seriously. The Dursleys looked at him with a frown.

“No, no, little Evan, I don’t need to…”

“I know you don’t need it, but after all, it’s a relative, don’t you even need a goodbye?”

Evan said seriously.

Harry’s heart warmed.

“It’s okay, I don’t care…”

Evan pressed Harry’s shoulder and he raised his eyebrows to look at the Dursleys.

“You won’t see him until next year!” Is it really not a single hello? ”

Mr. Weasley picked up his wand just in time.

The Dursleys’ faces turned livid.

They couldn’t even resist the urge to curse, but after seeing Mr. Weasley’s wand again, they held back their anger.

“Goodbye, boy!”

That’s enough.

Harry stepped into the stove.

He shouted out “Burrow”.

As he approached reaching the Burrow, Harry seemed to hear a burst of vomiting. At the same time, Evan grinned out loud.

Because Dudley was picking up the fat-tongued toffees that Fred and they threw off from the ground, and stuffed them into his mouth. Of course, in order not to make it difficult for Dad to do, when Dudley was ready to eat, Evan also called out.

“That can’t be eaten! Can’t eat… Oops, this is not a good food! ”

The voice was full of worry, and in fact, the smile was almost unbearable.

Dudley started vomiting.

He knelt on the ground, his tongue sticking out, about a foot long, and could only fall to the ground. Aunt Petunia screamed and pounced, panicking to help pick Dudley’s tongue up.

Uncle Vernon yelled at Mr. Weasley.

“Sorry!”

Mr. Weasley exclaimed.

“I can fix it…”

He yelled and pulled out his wand.

But Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia refused to allow him to use his wand on Dudley. They shouted, crying and shouting.

Mr. Weasley’s face was dripping with sweat. He wiped the sweat from the door of his head.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, I’ll come…”

“Get out!”

Uncle Vernon yelled.

He threw his fork at Mr. Weasley, but Mr. Weasley waved his wand and caused the fork to change direction. The fork smashed on top of the electric stove.

The distressed Aunt Petunia cried.

She cried while hugging Dudley, who was already suffocating under her arms.

“No, I have to…”

Mr. Weasley wiped his face uneasily, then he waved his wand, and Dudley finally returned to his original state.

“Sorry…”

He also wanted to explain.

“These are supposed to be my two sons…”

“Get out, get out of my house!”

Uncle Vernon yelled.

“But I said, let him not eat it! You really should take care of your children, how can you eat whatever is on the ground?” said Evan with a smile. ”

Aunt Petunia looked at him with a complicated expression, but thinking of her child, she turned her head and stopped looking at him.

“Let’s go!”

Mr. Weasley was also a little helpless. He pulled Evan.

“Don’t move, daddy takes you to the phantom transfiguration…”

In the next second, Evan appeared from the door of the Burrow.

Mr. Weasley told him to go first, and he had to go back to the Dursleys. There’s still a lot of stuff left unpacked.

When Evan walked into the manor, Fred and they all greeted them.

“How? Did he eat it? ”

Evan nodded.

They urged him to quickly describe the scene.

When Dudley’s performance was known, the two of them cheered.

“It worked!”

“We studied for a summer!”

Seeing that Harry still didn’t understand, Ron whispered next to him: “They have been working on these things all summer, and they have taken a lot of orders and even sold them outside.” Mom found out their trick and threw them all away, not allowed to do these in the future, let them study hard first. ”

“But they told mom they didn’t want to go to school, they were going to specialize in that, and even open a magic joke shop later.”

“Isn’t that great?”

Harry thought it was nice. Ron shrugged his shoulders.

“We also feel good, but my mother still thinks that the most important thing now is to study.”

In particular, Fred and George failed several classes last semester, and after the professors wrote letters to her mother, she was very cranky

“She’s always like this, we…”

Fred squeezed over to talk to them.

But before the words were finished, Mr. Weasley had already returned. He looked at Fred and George with a grim expression.

“What’s going on with you guys? Why did you give him that kind of food? ”

Fred and George quibbled.

“We didn’t mean to.”

“The sugar was spilled and we didn’t pick it up.”

Mr. Weasley didn’t want to believe a word of the two of them.

“I don’t believe it, you two are doing it on purpose, less quibbling.”

“You know what? It’s against the law, it’s going to cause friction between Muggles and wizards, and your dad works at the Ministry of Magic, if anyone else knows about it…”

“How come? They won’t have access to the Ministry at all, besides, don’t you hate them, Dad? They treated Harry so badly, and they looked down on us all, as if we were all maggots in the toilet! ”