Chapter 466 Only 198!
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 466 Only [-]!
"Ouch!"
"what happened?"
"Is there a mistake, Dad—"
"George, you go back first, don't let Fred come over..."
"Harry, Harry, do you hear that?"
Several people's voices came from the sealed fireplace.
Dursley stared at the fireplace angrily. Although he was still bewildered, he already knew that this must have something to do with Harry...and those wizards.
"What's going on? What are they doing?"
Suppressing a laugh, Harry came to the fireplace and shouted into it.
"Mr. Wesley, did you hear me?"
"Shh!"
The discussion in the fireplace fell silent, and then Mr. Weasley tried to ask, "Is that Harry?"
"It's me...the fireplace has been sealed, it is impossible for you to come out from here."
"Damn it! Why would they do that!"
At this time, McGuffin came to Harry's side.
"Let me do it! Mr. Weasley, step back a little."
"Oh, is it MacGuffin? I heard Xiao Tian... Well, I heard from Professor Snape, and I also received a letter from your father, Mr. Langman... Don't worry, you can live in our house. I remember there is a spare magic tent in the Ministry... Enough for everyone to live in. After all, don't you really want to go to the Quidditch World Cup? You invented those new brooms... Ouch, Ron!"
"It's too crowded, what's going on?"
"Ron? Mr. Weasley, you stand back! There's an electric stove here!" McGuffin turned his head and said, "Mr. Dursley, I'm sorry, I'll let Mr. Weasley fix it for you later. After all, I can't use a wand."
"What... what do you mean?" Dursley asked hesitantly.
McGuffin waved his hand... The electric stove in front of him and Harry was torn apart and suspended to the ceiling.
(At the same time, Mr. Weasley's excited voice came from inside - what kind of electric stove, is there a plug? The live one?)
Dursley took two steps back in fright, only then did he realize that the child he had been having a good time with just now...was also a wizard like Harry.
McGuffin ignored Dursley's shock, he put his palm on it, and said softly, "Collapse quickly!"
("Wait!" Mr. Weasley inside shouted hastily, only then did he remember that MacGuffins cannot cast spells, but it was too late...)
As a ray of light spread from the palm to the wall, the sealed fireplace wall suddenly turned into some kind of quicksand, and the sand flowed to the ground.
"Separate water and sand!"
Mr. Weasley pointed at the ground with his wand, and separated the piles of sand to the two sides at once. He coughed, and led Ron and the others out of here disheveledly.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley!" said McGuffin.
Weasley first looked at McGuffin's hand, and when he saw that the little wizard was not holding a wand, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Albert, I heard that you have been warned again by the Department of Misuse of Magic. Now you must be careful and try not to cast spells outside of Hogwarts... However, your unarmed spellcasting is really good."
"Harry, long time no see! Where's your box?"
"Upstairs!"
Then, Mr. Weasley greeted Harry, and then immediately looked at Vernon Dursley, who was hiding by the wall, protecting Dudley and Petunia.
He patted his sand-stained green robes, walked towards the Dursleys, held out a hand—
Dursley blushed and didn't move.
"Hi, Harry, MacGuffin!"
Ron and the twin brothers were staggering to pull out their shoes from the sand. When they squeezed out together just now, they accidentally plunged into them with too much force.
Harry hurried over to help several people.
And MacGuffin gently waved the electric stove down from the sky.
Mr. Weasley put down that hand. He stared blankly at the electric stove with excitement on his face, "That's the electric stove, right? It's really strange, strange."
"Mr. Weasley, the two of us will stay for a while and help Mr. Dursley...to restore this place to its original state..." McGuffin walked over and said.
"Oh, yes, yes." Mr. Weasley said cheerfully. He looked around at the Dursleys' electrical appliances, and when he saw something with electricity and a plug, he showed a particularly eager look.
Especially in the VCR and TV, he even showed a face like he won the lottery.
In Dursley's eyes, the guy was definitely insane.
"Mr. Dursley, it was a pleasure talking to you!"
At this moment, McGuffin leaned over to Dursley, with a false smile on his face... Vernon Dursley knew this smile well, it was the same smile he used when he was selling drilling machines to others.
Arthur Weasley saw Dursley's sullen and silent expression on his defensive expression, he knew that he was very unwelcome here, and he was happy to have McGuffins communicate with these Muggles. Although he liked Muggles very much, he would not make fun of himself. Compared to this, he was more interested in these Muggle electrical appliances in the house.
So after he briefly introduced his family members to Vernon Dursley, he went to the TV and VCR and wandered around as if nothing happened.
Vernon Dursley looked at MacGuffin vigilantly. After seeing the little wizard cast a spell, there was no friendly situation between them just now.
Dudley was squatting hard behind his mother, Penny Dursley, his fat face scrunched up, avoiding McGuffin's sight in a panic.
"Dudley, eh? I heard Harry say...you're in a difficult situation right now?"
Dudley huddled his bulky body behind his parents in vain, clutching his hip with one hand, weirdly.
"What do you want to do?"
Dursley's tone was very severe, and he kept looking at the back room, as if he was looking for a weapon to defend himself.
"Slimming potion! It only costs 198, and a bottle only costs 190! You can bring beauty and dignity home!"
McGuffin suddenly took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket, and loudly promoted it (scaring the three of the Dursleys to jump).
"As long as you drink a small spoon before eating, you can suppress your appetite, empty your stomach, and burn calories... In just half a month, it can help you lose your troubles, eliminate fat... lose weight! It's no longer a painful thing, it's very easy, very easy."
"Ms. Petunia, you don't want such a kind, weak child like Dudley to suffer like this all the time, do you?"
"Lose weight, only by losing weight... can Dudley have the respect of others!"
"Dudley, don't you want to have a muscular body like Schwarzenegger and Stallone? This is the first step... Think about it, once you have a fit body, you can charm the girls in the whole school... By the way, I heard from Harry, haven't you always been interested in boxing? If you want to participate in official competitions, this body shape is not enough. Don't worry? It's not poisonous... Let me show you..."
McGuffin was eloquent, with a smile on his face, and he promoted his products to them in an irresistible tone. While talking, he pulled out the stopper of the crystal bottle and took a sip.
"Mmm, creamy!"
Indeed, there was also a very strong milk fragrance coming from the crystal bottle.
Dudley didn't know when, he had already pulled his parents away, and put his head in front of McGuffin, with a look of longing and fear on his face.
"Dudley, Dudley Dursley, get down here, back off... back off!"
Vernon Dursley's face was so angry that he couldn't even care about Mr. Weasley who was lying on the video recorder and touching his wand.
He turned around and tried his best to block the lump of fat——his stupid son, and moved closer to McGuffin.
After rushing the crying Dudley to the other side of the room with all his energy, Vernon Dursley was ready to teach the little wizard a lesson.
His family will never have anything to do with strange things.
- absolutely impossible!
But when he turned around, he saw——
His wife, Petunia Dursley, was already holding the small crystal bottle tightly in her hands.
"Petunia, what the hell are you doing?" Vernon Dursley growled loudly.
The sound was so loud that almost everyone's scalps were shaken... Harry and the others were so frightened that they went upstairs to carry their luggage, and almost dropped the suitcase and themselves.
Even Mr. Weasley, who was addicted to the TV and VCR, woke up and turned his head to watch this scene.
"My Dudley... my lively and lovely child... I can't suffer like that anymore, even if it's the temptation of the devil, I admit it." Penny cried with tears in his eyes.
"Mr. Dursley, this thing is free! There will be no payment."
McGuffin pointed to the small bottle of potion in Petunia's hand, "Try it to see the effect, and then decide whether you want to buy it in the future. I can guarantee...as a British gentleman...this thing is absolutely harmless. Didn't I also take a sip?"
"Don't say it's free, even if you pay for it...We don't want it, Petunia, put that thing down...We won't use this kind of extremely evil witchcraft, magical things, who knows what effect it will have...Haven't you made up your mind not to have any connection with these strange things since you severed ties with your sister?"
Vernon's eyes widened, his face turned red and then white and roared loudly.
"I...I..." Petunia hesitated, clutching the bottle of potion tightly, she kept shaking her head to look at her husband's face that was about to burst out of his beard due to anger, and looked back at her precious son Dudley's yearning for "delicate" eyes from time to time.
—she couldn't make up her mind.
(Dudley was sprawling at the door, drooling, staring at the vial of potion, Harry could assure you that it wasn't because of the weight-loss effect, but because of the good smell)
After an earth-shattering quarrel that nearly knocked the ceiling down, Vernon Dursley still couldn't hold back his wife. He pulled off his beard, stared at McGuffin fiercely, and reluctantly agreed to the matter, allowing Petunia to temporarily accept the potion.
"I'm telling you...boy, although you look different from those wizards, I've seen people like you a lot in my life. We...wouldn't pay a dime for that thing from you." Dursley yelled angrily at McGuffin.
"Mr. Dursley, you are absolutely right. But for Dudley's sake, let him try." McGuffin said with a smile.
Petunia wiped her tears and sobbed over there.
Harry and Ron stood on the stairs with their luggage, watching this scene for half an hour... He even asked Ron to pinch himself hard to prevent himself from falling into another nightmare.
How can it be?
The Dursleys actually accepted a bottle of strange potion.
It seems that the world is after all——
crazy!
At this time, Mr. Arthur Weasley finally found an opportunity to pull McGuffin aside, and asked with a very serious face, "McGuffin, you should know what I do, right?"
"Mr Weasley, you work for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division."
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"It is to prohibit casting magic on things made by Muggles, for fear that such things will cause harm to Muggles and have a great impact on the Muggle world... exposing the existence of the magical world.
"Well, that's right, but it's not that simple...Uncontrolled magic items will greatly damage the relationship between wizards and Muggles! This is strictly prohibited by the law..." Weasley carefully glanced at the potion bottle in Petunia's hand (it was tightly held by her, and Petunia was afraid that it would be snatched away by Dursley), "I will never allow you to sell these potions to Muggles...Any item with universal magical effect is not allowed to be in the Muggle society..."
"Mr. Weasley, you are a bit biased." McGuffin argued, "Strictly speaking, Harry's uncle and aunt do not belong to the Muggle society at all... Even according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic five or six years ago, they are also Muggle magic insiders, relatives of wizards... The existence on the fringes of the magic society is that they can own a small amount of magic items that will not cause too much harm."
"What's more, my magic potion is not a potion. It doesn't have the kind of magic power that is effective immediately... It just relies on the unique magic power produced by the combination of herbs to change the system that Muggles are prone to gain weight... This will help promote the mutual relationship between Muggles and wizards in a friendly direction, and of course it will not expose the existence of the wizarding world."
"What's more, the current world is about to undergo major changes. I think you know this, Mr. Weasley. I'm just at the forefront of the trend."
"Really? Where did you hear..."
McGuffin and Mr. Weasley looked together and discussed quietly, which aroused great dissatisfaction from Dursley. He shouted at several people, "Harry! How long do you want to stay in my house!"
Apparently, Vernon Dursley couldn't take it any longer, and tried his best to drive away several people.
"Ah! Alright!" Mr. Weasley realized that they had taken too long, "We'd better act quickly."
With that, he rolled up the sleeves of his robes and drew out his wand. (The Dursley looks horrified, and immediately steps back.)
"Burning flames!"
The fire burst into flames in the fireplace, crackling and burning vigorously.
Soon, the twins, Harry, and Ron all disappeared in the green flames. (Dursley and the three of them were even more terrified when they saw this scene)
After arguing with McGuffin, Mr. Weasley seemed to have been greatly shocked, and he didn't care much about the Dursleys' rudeness to Harry. He cooperated with McGuffin to restore the fireplace, reinstalled the electric stove according to the little wizard's suggestion, and cleaned the living room again. He looked at the vial of potion in Petunia's hand with complicated eyes.
Then to the MacGuffin, "Hold on, Albert!"
After a loud bang, the two disappeared into the living room of No. 4 Privet Drive.
(End of this chapter)
"Ouch!"
"what happened?"
"Is there a mistake, Dad—"
"George, you go back first, don't let Fred come over..."
"Harry, Harry, do you hear that?"
Several people's voices came from the sealed fireplace.
Dursley stared at the fireplace angrily. Although he was still bewildered, he already knew that this must have something to do with Harry...and those wizards.
"What's going on? What are they doing?"
Suppressing a laugh, Harry came to the fireplace and shouted into it.
"Mr. Wesley, did you hear me?"
"Shh!"
The discussion in the fireplace fell silent, and then Mr. Weasley tried to ask, "Is that Harry?"
"It's me...the fireplace has been sealed, it is impossible for you to come out from here."
"Damn it! Why would they do that!"
At this time, McGuffin came to Harry's side.
"Let me do it! Mr. Weasley, step back a little."
"Oh, is it MacGuffin? I heard Xiao Tian... Well, I heard from Professor Snape, and I also received a letter from your father, Mr. Langman... Don't worry, you can live in our house. I remember there is a spare magic tent in the Ministry... Enough for everyone to live in. After all, don't you really want to go to the Quidditch World Cup? You invented those new brooms... Ouch, Ron!"
"It's too crowded, what's going on?"
"Ron? Mr. Weasley, you stand back! There's an electric stove here!" McGuffin turned his head and said, "Mr. Dursley, I'm sorry, I'll let Mr. Weasley fix it for you later. After all, I can't use a wand."
"What... what do you mean?" Dursley asked hesitantly.
McGuffin waved his hand... The electric stove in front of him and Harry was torn apart and suspended to the ceiling.
(At the same time, Mr. Weasley's excited voice came from inside - what kind of electric stove, is there a plug? The live one?)
Dursley took two steps back in fright, only then did he realize that the child he had been having a good time with just now...was also a wizard like Harry.
McGuffin ignored Dursley's shock, he put his palm on it, and said softly, "Collapse quickly!"
("Wait!" Mr. Weasley inside shouted hastily, only then did he remember that MacGuffins cannot cast spells, but it was too late...)
As a ray of light spread from the palm to the wall, the sealed fireplace wall suddenly turned into some kind of quicksand, and the sand flowed to the ground.
"Separate water and sand!"
Mr. Weasley pointed at the ground with his wand, and separated the piles of sand to the two sides at once. He coughed, and led Ron and the others out of here disheveledly.
"Hello, Mr. Weasley!" said McGuffin.
Weasley first looked at McGuffin's hand, and when he saw that the little wizard was not holding a wand, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Albert, I heard that you have been warned again by the Department of Misuse of Magic. Now you must be careful and try not to cast spells outside of Hogwarts... However, your unarmed spellcasting is really good."
"Harry, long time no see! Where's your box?"
"Upstairs!"
Then, Mr. Weasley greeted Harry, and then immediately looked at Vernon Dursley, who was hiding by the wall, protecting Dudley and Petunia.
He patted his sand-stained green robes, walked towards the Dursleys, held out a hand—
Dursley blushed and didn't move.
"Hi, Harry, MacGuffin!"
Ron and the twin brothers were staggering to pull out their shoes from the sand. When they squeezed out together just now, they accidentally plunged into them with too much force.
Harry hurried over to help several people.
And MacGuffin gently waved the electric stove down from the sky.
Mr. Weasley put down that hand. He stared blankly at the electric stove with excitement on his face, "That's the electric stove, right? It's really strange, strange."
"Mr. Weasley, the two of us will stay for a while and help Mr. Dursley...to restore this place to its original state..." McGuffin walked over and said.
"Oh, yes, yes." Mr. Weasley said cheerfully. He looked around at the Dursleys' electrical appliances, and when he saw something with electricity and a plug, he showed a particularly eager look.
Especially in the VCR and TV, he even showed a face like he won the lottery.
In Dursley's eyes, the guy was definitely insane.
"Mr. Dursley, it was a pleasure talking to you!"
At this moment, McGuffin leaned over to Dursley, with a false smile on his face... Vernon Dursley knew this smile well, it was the same smile he used when he was selling drilling machines to others.
Arthur Weasley saw Dursley's sullen and silent expression on his defensive expression, he knew that he was very unwelcome here, and he was happy to have McGuffins communicate with these Muggles. Although he liked Muggles very much, he would not make fun of himself. Compared to this, he was more interested in these Muggle electrical appliances in the house.
So after he briefly introduced his family members to Vernon Dursley, he went to the TV and VCR and wandered around as if nothing happened.
Vernon Dursley looked at MacGuffin vigilantly. After seeing the little wizard cast a spell, there was no friendly situation between them just now.
Dudley was squatting hard behind his mother, Penny Dursley, his fat face scrunched up, avoiding McGuffin's sight in a panic.
"Dudley, eh? I heard Harry say...you're in a difficult situation right now?"
Dudley huddled his bulky body behind his parents in vain, clutching his hip with one hand, weirdly.
"What do you want to do?"
Dursley's tone was very severe, and he kept looking at the back room, as if he was looking for a weapon to defend himself.
"Slimming potion! It only costs 198, and a bottle only costs 190! You can bring beauty and dignity home!"
McGuffin suddenly took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket, and loudly promoted it (scaring the three of the Dursleys to jump).
"As long as you drink a small spoon before eating, you can suppress your appetite, empty your stomach, and burn calories... In just half a month, it can help you lose your troubles, eliminate fat... lose weight! It's no longer a painful thing, it's very easy, very easy."
"Ms. Petunia, you don't want such a kind, weak child like Dudley to suffer like this all the time, do you?"
"Lose weight, only by losing weight... can Dudley have the respect of others!"
"Dudley, don't you want to have a muscular body like Schwarzenegger and Stallone? This is the first step... Think about it, once you have a fit body, you can charm the girls in the whole school... By the way, I heard from Harry, haven't you always been interested in boxing? If you want to participate in official competitions, this body shape is not enough. Don't worry? It's not poisonous... Let me show you..."
McGuffin was eloquent, with a smile on his face, and he promoted his products to them in an irresistible tone. While talking, he pulled out the stopper of the crystal bottle and took a sip.
"Mmm, creamy!"
Indeed, there was also a very strong milk fragrance coming from the crystal bottle.
Dudley didn't know when, he had already pulled his parents away, and put his head in front of McGuffin, with a look of longing and fear on his face.
"Dudley, Dudley Dursley, get down here, back off... back off!"
Vernon Dursley's face was so angry that he couldn't even care about Mr. Weasley who was lying on the video recorder and touching his wand.
He turned around and tried his best to block the lump of fat——his stupid son, and moved closer to McGuffin.
After rushing the crying Dudley to the other side of the room with all his energy, Vernon Dursley was ready to teach the little wizard a lesson.
His family will never have anything to do with strange things.
- absolutely impossible!
But when he turned around, he saw——
His wife, Petunia Dursley, was already holding the small crystal bottle tightly in her hands.
"Petunia, what the hell are you doing?" Vernon Dursley growled loudly.
The sound was so loud that almost everyone's scalps were shaken... Harry and the others were so frightened that they went upstairs to carry their luggage, and almost dropped the suitcase and themselves.
Even Mr. Weasley, who was addicted to the TV and VCR, woke up and turned his head to watch this scene.
"My Dudley... my lively and lovely child... I can't suffer like that anymore, even if it's the temptation of the devil, I admit it." Penny cried with tears in his eyes.
"Mr. Dursley, this thing is free! There will be no payment."
McGuffin pointed to the small bottle of potion in Petunia's hand, "Try it to see the effect, and then decide whether you want to buy it in the future. I can guarantee...as a British gentleman...this thing is absolutely harmless. Didn't I also take a sip?"
"Don't say it's free, even if you pay for it...We don't want it, Petunia, put that thing down...We won't use this kind of extremely evil witchcraft, magical things, who knows what effect it will have...Haven't you made up your mind not to have any connection with these strange things since you severed ties with your sister?"
Vernon's eyes widened, his face turned red and then white and roared loudly.
"I...I..." Petunia hesitated, clutching the bottle of potion tightly, she kept shaking her head to look at her husband's face that was about to burst out of his beard due to anger, and looked back at her precious son Dudley's yearning for "delicate" eyes from time to time.
—she couldn't make up her mind.
(Dudley was sprawling at the door, drooling, staring at the vial of potion, Harry could assure you that it wasn't because of the weight-loss effect, but because of the good smell)
After an earth-shattering quarrel that nearly knocked the ceiling down, Vernon Dursley still couldn't hold back his wife. He pulled off his beard, stared at McGuffin fiercely, and reluctantly agreed to the matter, allowing Petunia to temporarily accept the potion.
"I'm telling you...boy, although you look different from those wizards, I've seen people like you a lot in my life. We...wouldn't pay a dime for that thing from you." Dursley yelled angrily at McGuffin.
"Mr. Dursley, you are absolutely right. But for Dudley's sake, let him try." McGuffin said with a smile.
Petunia wiped her tears and sobbed over there.
Harry and Ron stood on the stairs with their luggage, watching this scene for half an hour... He even asked Ron to pinch himself hard to prevent himself from falling into another nightmare.
How can it be?
The Dursleys actually accepted a bottle of strange potion.
It seems that the world is after all——
crazy!
At this time, Mr. Arthur Weasley finally found an opportunity to pull McGuffin aside, and asked with a very serious face, "McGuffin, you should know what I do, right?"
"Mr Weasley, you work for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division."
"You know what that means, don't you?"
"It is to prohibit casting magic on things made by Muggles, for fear that such things will cause harm to Muggles and have a great impact on the Muggle world... exposing the existence of the magical world.
"Well, that's right, but it's not that simple...Uncontrolled magic items will greatly damage the relationship between wizards and Muggles! This is strictly prohibited by the law..." Weasley carefully glanced at the potion bottle in Petunia's hand (it was tightly held by her, and Petunia was afraid that it would be snatched away by Dursley), "I will never allow you to sell these potions to Muggles...Any item with universal magical effect is not allowed to be in the Muggle society..."
"Mr. Weasley, you are a bit biased." McGuffin argued, "Strictly speaking, Harry's uncle and aunt do not belong to the Muggle society at all... Even according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic five or six years ago, they are also Muggle magic insiders, relatives of wizards... The existence on the fringes of the magic society is that they can own a small amount of magic items that will not cause too much harm."
"What's more, my magic potion is not a potion. It doesn't have the kind of magic power that is effective immediately... It just relies on the unique magic power produced by the combination of herbs to change the system that Muggles are prone to gain weight... This will help promote the mutual relationship between Muggles and wizards in a friendly direction, and of course it will not expose the existence of the wizarding world."
"What's more, the current world is about to undergo major changes. I think you know this, Mr. Weasley. I'm just at the forefront of the trend."
"Really? Where did you hear..."
McGuffin and Mr. Weasley looked together and discussed quietly, which aroused great dissatisfaction from Dursley. He shouted at several people, "Harry! How long do you want to stay in my house!"
Apparently, Vernon Dursley couldn't take it any longer, and tried his best to drive away several people.
"Ah! Alright!" Mr. Weasley realized that they had taken too long, "We'd better act quickly."
With that, he rolled up the sleeves of his robes and drew out his wand. (The Dursley looks horrified, and immediately steps back.)
"Burning flames!"
The fire burst into flames in the fireplace, crackling and burning vigorously.
Soon, the twins, Harry, and Ron all disappeared in the green flames. (Dursley and the three of them were even more terrified when they saw this scene)
After arguing with McGuffin, Mr. Weasley seemed to have been greatly shocked, and he didn't care much about the Dursleys' rudeness to Harry. He cooperated with McGuffin to restore the fireplace, reinstalled the electric stove according to the little wizard's suggestion, and cleaned the living room again. He looked at the vial of potion in Petunia's hand with complicated eyes.
Then to the MacGuffin, "Hold on, Albert!"
After a loud bang, the two disappeared into the living room of No. 4 Privet Drive.
(End of this chapter)
