“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!”
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