"Harry, you are a good boy, you won't tell the truth, right?" When the boy's face improved, Arthur said again pleadingly.
Haha.
Harry rolled his eyes in his mind, now he was afraid that he would tell Aunt Molly, as he almost scared him to death just now.
If I hadn't dared to drink more water because I knew the journey would be long, my pants would be wet now.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Arthur, please let me take a moment." Harry stroked his heart with his hand. He was indeed overstimulated just now.
Especially when he was about to hit the old man, it was the first time he almost took someone else's life, even if he was just sitting in the car and not the one driving the car.
This joke was so real that it made him feel dizzy and sick.
He felt that perhaps George and Fred were the two most like Uncle Arthur.
Immediately afterwards, the fatigue after the adrenaline burst enveloped him again. As soon as the car drove out of Little Whinging, the boy hugged the snowy owl together with the cage, leaned on the back seat and fell asleep.
Seeing Harry's huge reaction, Arthur felt a little guilty, as he seemed to have gone too far.
Anguished, I scratched my hair that was on the verge of extinction. It seemed that I wanted to remedy the situation. What do boys of this age like?
After thinking about it, Arthur subconsciously reached out to a small button.
Even without the cover of night, the Muggles below were not aware of the old Ford flying into the sky.
It has to be said that the Weasley family is indeed a wizarding family with a long heritage, and its heritage is unfathomable. It is difficult to find a few people in England who can do better than the alchemical transformation Arthur has shown.
The scenery outside flashed by quickly, and Harry, who was sleeping soundly, would not have thought that Mr. Weasley's hard work had been wasted on the old car beneath him.
If the trajectory remained unchanged, Ron would not have thought that the old Ford that disappeared in the Forbidden Forest would cost at least a thousand galleons.
And if Ani were here, he would definitely be deeply puzzled by the poverty of the Weasley family.
Just think about Flamel. Although Arthur's craftsmanship is definitely not comparable to that one, which wizard who is proficient in alchemy is not a master of attracting money?
Compared to Ron, this classic old Ford was much more docile in his father's hands.
Even the driver was dozing off in a daze. After the car flew to its destination, it circled gently, and the seemingly heavy body landed silently in front of the door.
The feeling of weightlessness during the descent interrupted Mr. Weasley's rest. Just as he was about to wake Harry up and tell him not to tell Molly what happened today, he heard a loud "Duang" sound.
When he turned around, he found his wife standing on the left side of the front of the car, slapping her hand hard on the front hood. Her hair was a little messy, as if it had just been blown by a strong wind.
Mr. Weasley secretly complained that the car could become invisible, but the wind, which was also transparent and colorless, betrayed him. This time he was miserable.
"I guess it's you, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley, who was a bit fat, looked at the center of the car fiercely.
The boy in the back seat was shivering.
I was awakened by the sound of slapping, and saw a fierce gaze cast towards me. The other person was holding a rooster in his right hand. The unlucky chicken, which had already succumbed to its fate, felt the increasing strength on its neck and began to struggle again.<
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This also makes the witch's already "ferocious" face look even more...familiar?
It was only after Harry fell asleep that he realized that this was not Ron's mother?
But why are you staring at yourself like this?
Could it be that... I am hated by others again...
Harry was a little depressed, but when Mr. Weasley turned off the invisibility system, he realized that not only his aunt, but also Ron's mother had changed her face so quickly.
"Oh, Harry, it's great that you can come. Come down quickly. Ron and the others are all in the house. I thought it would take a while for you to come back, but I didn't expect..."
Mrs. Weasley took two steps closer, and when she looked at Harry, surprise and friendliness appeared on her face, making the boy almost think that the previous scene was all an illusion.
At this moment, where did Harry see a trace of ferocity and anger?
She is just a warm, hospitable and kind-hearted mother of a classmate.
But then Molly's tone changed, and she looked at the driver's seat again with a lethal look.
The rapid change in the tone almost made Harry think that the aunt outside had two sets of vocal organs. She used a soft tongue when speaking to him, and used her back molars when speaking to Mr. Weasley.
Hearing this, the boy quickly looked back at the pale Mr. Weasley. After hesitating for no more than a second, the image of Ron's mother's cheeks puffing up in his mind gave him extraordinary mobility.
Opening the car door with more agility than when he caught the Golden Snitch, Harry said hello to Mrs. Weasley, picked up Hedwig's cage and ran away, not even bothering with his luggage.
"Molly, Harry is asleep. I want to bring him back soon."
After the boy left, Arthur slowly opened the door and walked out, defending himself feebly.
Mrs. Weasley was unmoved at all. She casually dropped the suffocating cock on the ground and walked towards her husband with a sullen face. The sound of cracking joints could be heard from under the loose sleeves of her robe.
Arthur watched with envy as the rooster escaped from death and ran back to the shed, but he did not feel the joy of saving a living being.
On the contrary, a drop of cold sweat slid down Mr. Weasley's forehead. Before teaching Fred and George, the father of the twins is in danger!
"I was wrong, but I guarantee that no one saw it, no one, no one knew that a car just flew across the sky."
Mrs. Weasley still didn't speak, and stepped closer. When the sound of banging on the door frame was heard not far away, a right hand still covered with chicken feathers grabbed the man's ear.
"No, no, no, be gentle, Molly, I know I was wrong, there are still guests at home, please save me some face."
Mr. Weasley jumped in pain, but he still screamed in pain in a low voice. If Harry saw his embarrassing state, he would rub his face and take it off to wash the floor. p>
Molly had no intention of letting her husband lose his authority, and let go of her right hand before the twins pulled Harry back to watch the fun.
"Arthur, you have to think about your identity. I don't want to hear about the Director of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Items breaking the law. That would cause a lot of trouble for the family!" Molly also shouted in a low voice.<
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Of course Mr. Weasley knew that his wife was right. If he was exposed, even if he could settle the matter, he would have to pay a huge price.
He really shouldn't put his family into trouble again just for the sake of quick gain. The Weasley family is already in enough trouble.
Seeing his wife walking aside, Arthur also walked into the Burrow with his head lowered.
The rooster who had just escaped from death looked at him with disdain and stood proudly among the hens.
Look, which little hen is not submissive?
Ha, man!
The rooster turned around aloofly, no longer looking at the humble figure of the same-sex human.
It's a pity that the handsomeness lasted only three seconds. Amidst the screams of the hens, the big hands that had just left its neck grasped it again.