Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Back to the Burrow

           "I’mtryingtothinkwhattodo....Yes...onlyway...Standback,Harry."

           Harryretreatedtothesofa.UncleVernon,however,movedforward.

           "Waitamoment!"hebellowedatthefire."Whatexactlyareyougoingto-"

           BANG.

           Theelectricfireshotacrosstheroomastheboarded-upfireplaceburstoutward,expellingMr.Weasley,Fred,George,andRoninacloudofrubbleandloosechippings.AuntPetuniashriekedandfellbackwardoverthecoffeetable;UncleVernoncaughtherbeforeshehitthefloor,andgaped,speechless,attheWeasleys,allofwhomhadbrightredhair,includingFredandGeorge,whowereidenticaltothelastfreckle.

           "That’sbetter,"pantedMr.Weasley,brushingdustfromhislonggreenrobesandstraighteninghisglasses."Ah-youmustbeHarry’sauntanduncle!"

           Tall,thin,andbalding,hemovedtowardUncleVernon,hishandoutstretched,butUncleVernonbackedawayseveralpaces,draggingAuntPetunia.WordsutterlyfailedUncleVernon.Hisbestsuitwascoveredinwhitedust,whichhadsettledinhishairandmustacheandmadehimlookasthoughhehadjustagedthirtyyears.

           "Er-yes-sorryaboutthat,"saidMr.Weasley,loweringhishandandlookingoverhisshoulderattheblastedfireplace."It’sallmyfault.Itjustdidn’toccurtomethatwewouldn’tbeabletogetoutattheotherend.IhadyourfireplaceconnectedtotheFlooNetwork,yousee-justforanafternoon,youknow,sowecouldgetHarry.

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