Chapter 439: Pork tail again?

When Ivan and the twins returned to the living room with the trunk, Dudley was trying to hide behind his mother.

He was clutching his bottom as if he was afraid he might drop it.

At the sight of Dudley, Fred and George's faces cracked with identical evil grins.

"What the hell did you do to him?" Ivan asked quietly.

Dudley was startled, which didn't really seem to be unusual.

"Just a few sweets, he hasn't eaten yet!" said Fred. "That's our latest product."

"Whenever he eats them, you'll definitely be impressed," George added.

Hearing both of their words, Ivan's heart lifted more worriedly than expected. Last term, he had seen the fast-baking candies researched by the Weasley brothers.

All of these products were the first to be developed because they didn't involve too much knowledge of magic.

At that time, there were only two types of candy: puking pills and nosebleed nougats.

Although there weren't many varieties, these candies were surprisingly effective.

Young wizards in Gryffindor used them to skip classes they didn't want, mainly Snape's Potions class.

Of course, after many people used it, it no longer worked for Snape.

No matter how badly you threw up or got a nosebleed, Snape wouldn't let you get out of class the way you wanted to.

Instead, what awaited the user was endless confinement.

Every night after dinner, in the cold subway office, as Snape ordered, they would clean buckets and buckets of slugs.

This was a nightmare. Over time, these fast-dissolving candies were rarely used.

Of course, it was still good to use them only occasionally in other teachers' classes.

The premise was that you didn't mind eating these messy things.

To achieve the effects of vomiting and nosebleeds, goodness knows what Fred and George had added.

In addition to the Snackbox Skiving, Ivan also saw the Ton-Tongue Toffee.

That was his advice. Eating this candy would allow the tongue to enlarge and spit.

It looked very funny.

However, Fred just said that they gave Dudley the last product, which should not be this one.

Like Ivan, Mr. Weasley was also concerned about Dudley's strange behavior that he grabbed his butt all the time.

"Having a nice vacation, Dudley?" he asked kindly.

From the tone of his voice, Ivan was sure that Mr. Weasley thought Dudley was as crazy as the Dursleys, but Mr. Weasley felt more sympathy than fear.

Dudley whimpered. His hands clenched even tighter over his massive backside.

"Ah, right, that looks good!" Mr. Weasley said jokingly. "Kids, you'd better get on with it."

He rolled up the sleeves of his robes and pulled out his wand.

"Fire!" said Mr. Weasley, pointing his wand at the hole in the wall behind him.

Flames immediately shot up the chimney, crackling merrily as if they had been burning for hours.

He took a small drawstring bag from his pocket, untied it, took a pinch of the gunpowder inside and threw it into the flames.

The flames immediately turned emerald green and roared louder than ever.

"Off you go then, Fred." Mr. Weasley said, "Then George, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ivan!"

"Coming!" Fred blinked, but didn't act.

He happily waved his hand at the Dursleys, apparently expecting Dudley to swallow the candy.

"Fred?!" Mr. Weasley frowned.

"Got it!" He stepped forward, and walked straight to the fire, saying "The Burrow!"

There was a whooshing sound, and Fred disappeared.

The Dursleys gave a little shuddering cry, shuddered, and stepped back.

"Now, George," said Mr. Weasley, "you and the trunk."

They all moved the trunk into the flames and got it ready so George could get it to safety.

"The Burrow!" there was another whistle, and George disappeared as well.

Next, it was Ron and Hermione.

After saying goodbye to the Dursleys, they disappeared into the fire.

Looking at this strange thing, the Dursleys' eyes were wide and their faces were full of amazement.

Now Ivan, Harry and Mr. Weasley were left alone.

"After you!" Ivan said to Harry who was still looking at Dudley.

He was hesitating, if Dudley wasn't going to eat the candy, he might as well get it back before he left.

Of course, how to talk to the Dursleys was very crucial.

Ivan believed there was no need to use magic, as it would set them off even more.

However, when he went downstairs, he had promised Fred and George not to stop him.

While Ivan hesitated, what happened next helped strengthen his resolve.

"Oh, all right!" Harry turned to the Dursleys and said, "Well.... goodbye!"

They said not a word, not a reply.

Harry seemed to expect it beforehand, and walked toward the flames.

When he reached the edge of the hearth, Mr. Weasley reached out a hand and held it.

At that moment, Mr. Weasley looked at the Dursleys in astonishment, feeling furious.

"Harry said goodbye to you!" he said, "Didn't you hear him?"

"Never mind." Harry muttered to Mr. Weasley. "Honestly, I don't care."

Despite Harry's statement, Mr. Weasley didn't take his hand off his shoulder.

"You're not going to see your nephew until next summer." He frowned slightly and said to Mr. Dursley with mild indignation, "Are you sure you're not going to say goodbye?"

After hearing this sentence, Mr. Dursley's face changed.

The thought of being taught consideration by another man, who had just blown half the wall out of his living room, seemed beyond what he could bear.

But Mr. Weasley's wand was still in his hand, and Mr. Dursley's little eyes darted to it at once, before he said, very resentfully, "Goodbye, then."

"Goodbye." Harry waved his hand.

Before he left, he saw an unbelievable scene.

Dudley suddenly screamed loudly, kneeling on the floor, screaming and grunting.

Ivan saw him stuff a piece of candy in his mouth. Needless to say, he was left by Fred and George.

Now his body was changing rapidly.

Quickly just like a pig, his nose began to tilt upward, and the two round nostrils became more and more evident.

Dudley's ears became large and round and his little eyes almost narrowed into a seam.

Behind his backside, a pink pig tail emerged.

I had not expected the candy left behind by Fred and George to have this effect.

This required an extremely thorough knowledge of Transfiguration and potions, and they seemed to have made great strides on their vacation.

Poor Dudley! It was the third time he had grown a pig's tail on his buttocks.

As for the change in his face, it wasn't as great as he imagined, probably because Dudley was already quite pig-like!