Harry had no idea how George and Fred felt as they took the sweets back.
All he knew was that the twins wore identical blank expressions as they awkwardly stuffed the toffees into their pockets.
And they kept shooting Harry frantic looks.
Mate, why is your cousin nothing like you described? Didn't you say he stole your cake and Hagrid gave him a pig's tail?
Harry had no idea how to explain. He could only put his arms around the twins and hurry them downstairs, whispering:
"I'll explain when we get to the Burrow."
Then he turned back, took two boxes of sweets from his bag, and pressed them into Dudley's hands.
"Fizzing Whizzbees and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Help yourself!"
Dudley stared blankly at the sweets in his hands. He opened his mouth, wanting to say that he had given up sugar, but Harry patted his shoulder, gave him an encouraging look, and hurried downstairs.
In the downstairs sitting room, Mr. Weasley had finished tidying up and was calling out cheerfully:
"Children, is everyone ready?"
Dudley quickly stuffed the sweets into his pockets and watched curiously as Arthur drew his wand.
"Incendio!"
Flames immediately sprang up in the fireplace, crackling merrily as though they had been burning for hours.
Mr. Weasley took a small velvet drawstring bag from his pocket, opened it, and tossed a pinch of Floo Powder into the fire. The flames immediately turned emerald green and leapt even higher.
"Now, who's first? Fred, off you go!"
He jerked his head at Fred.
Dudley watched without blinking, as though trying to memorize every step.
He watched Fred walk straight into the flames. The green fire burned around him, but seemed to have lost its heat, doing him no harm at all.
Fred waved to everyone and