At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a green car pulled up to 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 open the door, saw the other party's performance, and the mental construction he had just barely done collapsed instantly, and he gave up the idea of opening the door cleanly.
The still somewhat fat body moved to the side, blocking Arthur's gaze from peeking inside.
"I'm sorry, but please wait outside for a moment. 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 they can successfully achieve the purpose of this visit.
The two of them were separated by a door, waiting inside and outside 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 the strange guys outside could not invade the room and harm his family.
But in reality?
If an adult wizard has evil intentions, his funeral process can save several steps.
"Sorry, I'm here." Harry hurried out holding his luggage.
Dali followed closely behind, holding an elongated paper bag.
Aunt Petunia just put a lot of things in. There was a bottle of red wine at the bottom, and various snacks on top.
"Stop, kid, don't go out." Vernon grabbed his son's T-shirt as he passed by.
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 bothering 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.
"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley took out his wand and waved it forward, winking at the Dursleys who were still watching at the door.
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Where was that big Ford Anglia sedan just now?
"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. Hey!
Why am I afraid? Uncle Arthur, don’t you have any idea?
Ever since he got in the car, Arthur turned around and asked endless questions 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.
Is he 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, an 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 issue any instructions.
It's over, you shouldn't accept Ron's invitation.
Harry saw Arthur glance back, 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 dodging the impact.
"ah!?"
With his mouth wide open, Harry looked at the vehicles coming from the opposite direction, the street light poles, and the pedestrians with red beards sneaking across the road. Each one of them moved aside with great skill, causing their car to turn on. The Ford in free driving mode had a smooth ride.
"Haha, what do you think of the new gadget I added, which is based on the Knight Bus? It works well." Arthur leaned over and patted Harry's shoulder, which 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 uncle opposite him 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 feet to deal with the bad uncle in front of him.
Even if they were completely different from the previous three brothers, Fred and George were definitely Uncle Arthur's biological children, Harry guaranteed with his heart that was about to pop out of his throat!
"Okay, okay, sorry kid." Looking at the boy's still frightened expression, Arthur rubbed his nose, "It was just a little joke, it won't happen again, 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 why 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, so my father will come back later and stay closer so that my mother can call for help when she gets angry.
