The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a turquoise car stopped at the door of the Dursleys' house.

Harry's communication with his friends has not been interrupted without the interference of a certain elf who is both good and evil, and is not quite right.

So inviting him to the Burrow this time was following the normal process, and naturally it was no longer Fred sitting in the cab.

"Aha, hello, Harry's uncle, isn't it?" Standing outside the door of the Dursleys' house, Mr. Weasley looked around like a curious baby.

He was so fascinated by Muggle inventions that challenged his imagination, it was hard to imagine that they could make life colorful without the help of magic.

Vernon, who was about to go to open the door, saw the other party's performance, and the psychological construction he had just barely done collapsed in an instant, and he dismissed the idea of ​​opening the door cleanly.

The still fat body moved aside, blocking Arthur's peeking eyes.

"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 host who was not hospitable opposite was still a bit vicious.

He just doesn't like to calculate too much, but he is 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 have anything to do with wizards, as long as the purpose of this visit can be successfully achieved.

The two were separated by a door, one inside and one outside waiting for Harry to pack his luggage, it was more like confrontation than waiting.

Of course, these were all Mr. Dursley's ideas. He bravely blocked the door so that strange guys outside could not invade the room and hurt his family.

But actually?

If an adult wizard is malicious, 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 put a lot of things in it just now, with a bottle of red wine at the bottom and snacks of various flavors on top.

"Stop, boy, don't go out." Vernon grabbed his son's T-shirt as he passed by.

He didn't want Dali to have any contact with the weirdos outside.

"Hey, Harry, remember me?" Mr. Weasley took the boy's luggage and winked behind him.

"Of course, Uncle Arthur. This time I really trouble you." Harry understood the wizard's hint, and after thanking him, he turned around and took the bag from his cousin.

Harry naturally also heard his uncle's growl, and felt that it would be very difficult to get rid of his prejudice against wizards.

Although he didn't know what his father had done, Hagrid bent his uncle's courageous shotgun and gave him a pig's tail as soon as they met.

Fortunately, in their hearts, they are always different.

"Goodbye, Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Cousin Darley, 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 you're a guest at someone's house, boy." Vernon seemed to want to say hello to Mr. Weasley, but after hesitating over and over again, he still didn't say it.

"Come back soon, Harry. We still have a lot of levels to go." Dudley shouted at Harry in his mother's arms. Petunia didn't say anything, but just kept looking at him, her lips pressed together tightly.

"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley took out his wand and waved it forward, and blinked at the Dursleys who were watching them at the door.

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Where did the big Ford Anglia sedan just go?

"Relax, Harry, we won't hit you." Seeing the shivering boy holding the birdcage in the back seat, Arthur turned around and comforted him in 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 points in your heart?

Ever since Arthur turned around and chattered about everything about Muggles when he got in the car, and when he was excited, he dishonestly rubbed his back and shook the steering wheel from side to side. This old Ford has long stopped driving in a straight line.

Fortunately, there are no cars on the road now, otherwise the two of them may have become negative examples of not wearing seat belts while driving.

It suddenly occurred to Harry that his uncle and aunt had lied to him that his parents died in a car accident.

Could it be that I am going to set a precedent in the wizarding world today?

"Turn back quickly, quick, there is someone, there is someone!" Harry shouted in horror, pointing to the front.

With the speed of the Ford, he soon came to a traffic intersection. Between the front of the car and the red light, an old man was walking tremblingly on the crosswalk.

He didn't want to lose his life because of dangerous driving, and he didn't want to let others lose their lives because of dangerous driving.

Not at all!

Now it was too late to brake, Harry desperately wanted to close his eyes, but his brain couldn't make any commands under the excitement.

It's over, you shouldn't have accepted Ron's invitation.

Harry saw Arthur glance back, and then turned around with a smile on his face, ignoring the impending collision in the slightest.

He could only watch helplessly as the car hit the old man, and then he jumped to the side with inhuman agility, avoiding the impact perfectly.

"what!?"

Harry opened his mouth wide, watching the vehicles coming from the opposite side, the lampposts, and the pedestrians crossing the road furtively, one by one nimbly dodged to the side, causing their car to open. The Ford in freewheeling mode has no problems.

"Haha, the new gadget I added is borrowed from the Knight Bus, how about it? It works well." Arthur leaned over half of his body, and patted Harry's shoulder that was about to shrink into the trunk.

"But don't tell Molly, treat it as a little secret between us, a secret between men."

Seeing the greasy uncle on the opposite side blinking like Dumbledore, Harry wished he had a video recorder in his hand, took pictures of everything just now, including his frightened expression, and showed it to Ron's mother.

He accepted it even if it was a little embarrassing, and just asked Aunt Molly to let go of the bad uncle in front of her.

Even though they are completely different from the previous three brothers, Fred and George are definitely Uncle Arthur's own. Harry vouches for it with his heart that is about to pop out of his throat!

"Okay, okay, sorry kid." Seeing the boy's still undecided expression, Arthur rubbed his nose embarrassingly, "It's just a little joke, there won't be a next time, I promise."

Mr. Weasley felt embarrassed, it's too bad, he played too much, if Molly found out, he would die.

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 shuddered suddenly. After looking at each other, they felt that the word "danger" was written all over each other's face.

Could it be that the gadgets they hid were discovered by their mother?

I have a bad premonition, and when my father comes back, I should get closer, and my mother can ask for help when she gets angry.