At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a green car stopped at the door of the Dursley's house.
Because there is no interference from a certain elf who seems to be good but is actually evil and is not mentally normal, Harry's communication with his friends has not been interrupted.
So this time when he was invited to the Burrow, the normal process was followed, and naturally the person sitting in the cab was no longer Fred.
"Aha, hello, Harry's uncle, right?" Standing outside the door of the Dursley's house, Mr. Weasley looked around like a curious baby.
He was fascinated by Muggle inventions that challenged his imagination. It was unimaginable that they could make life more colorful without the help of magic.
Vernon, who was about to go over and open the door, saw the other party's performance, and the mental construction he had just barely done collapsed in an instant, and he gave up the idea of opening the door cleanly.
The still fat body moved to the side, blocking Arthur's gaze from peeking inside.
"I'm sorry, but please wait outside for a while. Harry will be here soon." Vernon said in as gentle a tone as possible.
But even so, in Arthur's eyes, the unhospitable host opposite was still a bit vicious.
He just doesn't like to make too many calculations, but he's not stupid. He can naturally feel that he is not welcome here.
Mr. Weasley is not dissatisfied with this. There are always some Muggles who deny the existence of magic and don't like to be associated with wizards. As long as the purpose of coming here can be successfully achieved.
The two of them were separated by a door, one inside and one outside waiting for Harry to pack his luggage. It was more like a confrontation than waiting.
Of course, these were Mr. Dursley's thoughts. He bravely blocked the door so that strange people outside could not invade the room and harm his family.
But what about in reality?
If an adult wizard has malicious intentions, his funeral process can save several steps.
"Sorry, I'm here." Harry hurried out with his luggage.
Dali followed closely behind, holding an extended paper bag.
Aunt Petunia just put a lot of things in. At the bottom is a bottle of red wine, and on top are various snacks.
"Stop, kid, don't go out." As his son passed by, Vernon grabbed his T-shirt.
He didn't want Dali to come into contact with the weirdos outside.
"Hi, Harry, do you remember me?" Mr. Weasley took the boy's luggage and glanced behind him.
"Of course, Uncle Arthur. I'm really troubling you this time." Harry understood the wizard's hint. After thanking him, he turned around and took the bag from his cousin.
Harry naturally heard his uncle's growl, and felt that it would be difficult to eliminate his prejudice against wizards.
Although he didn't know what his father had done, Hagrid bent his uncle's courageous shotgun as soon as they met, and even gave him a pig tail as a gift.
Fortunately, in their hearts, they are always different.
"Goodbye, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Dudley. I'll be back in a few days." After settling his luggage, Harry rolled down the window and waved goodbye to his relatives.
"Be polite when visiting other people's homes, kid." Vernon seemed to want to say hello to Mr. Weasley, but after much hesitation, he still didn't say anything.
"Come back early, Harry. We still have many levels to pass." Dally shouted to Harry in his mother's arms. Petunia didn't say anything, she just kept looking at him, her lips pursed tightly.<
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"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley took out his wand and waved it forward. He winked at the Dursleys who were still watching at the door.
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Where did that big Ford Anglia just go?
"Relax, Harry, you won't get hit." Seeing the shivering boy holding a birdcage in the back seat, Arthur turned around and consoled him from the driver's seat.
If you don't look back at me, it will be more convincing if you put your hands on the steering wheel!
Why am I afraid? Uncle Arthur, don’t you have any idea?
Ever since he got in the car, Arthur turned around and asked endlessly about everything about Muggles. When he was excited, he rubbed his lower back dishonestly and the steering wheel swayed left and right. This old Ford had long stopped driving in a straight line.
Fortunately, there are no cars on the road now, otherwise the two of them would have become a bad example of not wearing seat belts while driving.
Harry suddenly remembered that his aunt and uncle had lied to him that his parents died in a car accident.
Am I going to set a precedent in the wizarding world today?
"Turn back, quickly, there's someone, there's someone!" Harry pointed in front and shouted in horror.
At the speed of the Ford, we soon arrived at a traffic intersection. Between the front of the car and the red light, a staggering old man was walking tremblingly on the crosswalk.
He doesn't want to lose his life because of dangerous driving, and he also doesn't want others to lose their lives because of dangerous driving.
Not at all!
It was too late to brake now. Harry desperately wanted to close his eyes, but in his excitement, his brain could not send any instructions.
It's over, you shouldn't accept Ron's invitation.
Harry glanced back when he saw Arthur, and then turned around again with a smile on his face, paying no attention to the upcoming collision.
He could only watch helplessly as the car hit the old man, and then he jumped to the side with inhuman agility, perfectly avoiding the impact.
"Ah!?"
With his mouth wide open, Harry looked at the vehicles coming from the opposite direction, the streetlight poles, and the pedestrians who were sneaking across the road. One by one, they moved to the side with great skill, causing their car to turn on.
The Ford car in free driving mode traveled smoothly.
"Haha, what do you think of the new gadget I added, which is based on the Knight Bus? It works well, right?" Arthur leaned over and patted Harry's shoulder as he was about to shrink into the trunk.
"But don't tell Molly, just think of it as a little secret between us, a secret between men."
Seeing the greasy old man opposite blinking like Dumbledore, Harry wished he had a video recorder in his hand to record everything just now, including his horrified expression, and show it to Ron's mother.
Even though he was a little embarrassed, he admitted it, just asking Aunt Molly to free her hands and punish the bad uncle in front.
Even if they are completely different from the previous three brothers, Fred and George are definitely Uncle Arthur's biological children. Harry can guarantee it with his heart that is about to pop out of his throat!
"Okay, okay, sorry kid." Looking at the boy's still shocked expression, Arthur rubbed his nose, "It's just a little joke, there won't be another time, I promise."
Mr. Weasley felt embarrassed. Oh no, he was too serious. If Molly found out, he would be dead.
I was already thinking about how to deal with the twins when I went back. God knows how I listened to the instigation of these two boys.
In the burrow, the twins suddenly shuddered together. After looking at each other, they felt that the word "danger" was written all over the other's face.
Could it be that their hidden gadgets were discovered by their mother?
I have a bad feeling, but when my father comes back later I will stay closer so that my mother can ask for help when she gets angry.