Could it be that he hadn't woken up yet, was he dreaming? Vernon had the answer in his mind. He blinked vigorously a few times, and he began to doubt life!

He accepted the magic, and he accepted the broom flying, but this... It's a flying car... Please bring me one!

"Dad!" Dudley shouted with a wave of his arms.

"It's not a dream......," Vernon muttered, and then reacted, pulling through the window and shouting, "Penny, wake up, they're gone!"

Penny yawned and walked to the window, "What are you shouting at night?" she patted her cheek gently to sober herself up, "Oh my God! Come down, it's dangerous!"

He held out his hand and pointed at Dudley, "You... And Harry, get me down as soon as you leave. ”

"Ready to go!" Dudley patted the seat in front of him.

"Let's go. Fred shouted as he stepped on the gas pedal with the sole of his foot.

"See you next summer!, pay more attention to your body at home!" Dudley waved his hand. Yes, he doesn't plan to come back for the summer vacation, he has to get through this year, otherwise the summer vacation will come back, and Penny and Vernon will be the calf if they are locked up again.

Harry immediately poked his head out, "Uncle, auntie, see you next year!"

As Penny and Vernon watched, the car slammed toward the moon.

Dudley leaned against the door, holding his head in his hands and enjoying the evening breeze blowing his hair, the roof of Privet Road growing smaller and smaller below.

Vernon and Penny were so worried about Dudley and Harry that they stood at the window and watched until the car was nowhere to be seen.

"It's a real feeling to sit on!" Dudley lamented, who prevented him from flying on a broomstick, this should have been his first flight since coming to the wizarding world.

Probably a flight......

"yes, I think so too!" George suddenly frowned, and he pointed to a compass on the dashboard and said, "Fred, you're driving too far west." ”

Fred spun the wheel around.

Dudley suddenly thought of something, and he asked, "Fred, this is probably your first time driving, is it?"

His heart suddenly panicked, what if he hit a plane or crashed? He couldn't guarantee that he would survive if he fell from a height.

"I'm very talented. Fred said triumphantly, "If I don't say it, don't you think I'm an old driver?" ”

Really... Dudley was afraid that he was driving for the first time.

"Then you get the car out, do your parents know?" Harry had already roughly guessed what was going on.

"Of course I don't know, they need to know, how are we going to get out," Ron said of course, "He's working overtime tonight, and we're sneaking out while Mommy is sleeping." ”

George looked back and said, "I wish we could quietly get the car into the garage." ”

Dudley ignored what they said, he was flustered right now... He still remembered that in the movies of his previous life, Harry had ridden a Hippogriff, ridden a Thestrals, ridden a flying motorcycle, and ridden a dragon.

He suddenly wanted to buy several parachutes to keep with him so that he could be safer.

In fact, Dudley thought too much, and although Fred was driving for the first time, he still drove very steadily.

"We're almost there. George looked down through the windshield, "It's about ten minutes to get there... It was almost dawn, but luckily we were able to come back before my mother woke up. ”

A faint red glow appeared on the eastern horizon.

Fred lowered the car a bit, and Harry saw a dark pattern of fields and clusters of trees.

"We're a little outside the village," says George, "and it's the village of Ottrey San Cachpol......"

"Landing!" Fred shouted, and the car shook slightly, touching the ground. They landed next to a dilapidated garage surrounded by a small yard.

Everyone got out of the car.

Dudley looked at the house in front of him.

The house was built in what seems to have been a large pigsty made of stone, and only later did some rooms be added to it, which were as high as several stories and slanted.

This kind of house is guaranteed not to collapse, probably built by magic.

There are four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house, and a sign diagonally placed in front of the house reads "Burrow".

There were some high-top leather boots thrown by the gate, and a rusty crucible. A few fat brown chickens pecked in the yard.

"Not so good. Ron shrugged his shoulders in disgust, he felt that his living conditions were too bad. This made him a little ashamed and difficult to face his friends.

"It's amazing. Harry thought it was amazing.

Dudley put his arm around Ron's shoulders and said, "I think I like it here." ”

Entering the house, Fred picked up the small bread on the table and swallowed it in a few bites, he pointed to the stairs beside him, "Now, let's go upstairs quietly." ”

He looked at the crowd and whispered, "We're going to pretend to be home all the time, waiting for mom to call us for breakfast." It's up to you to look at Ron, and you're jumping down the stairs and saying, "Mom, look who's coming." Then it was time for Harry and Dudley to appear, and she must be glad to see you coming, so that no one would know that we were using the car. ”

The corners of Dudley's eyes twitched, this was really a lame lie, it didn't stand up to scrutiny, even if he was happy to forget it at the time, it wouldn't be long before he would definitely remember it.

"Okay. Ron patted his chest and assured, "It's a great plan." Come on, Harry and Dudley, my bedroom is in ......"

Ron's face turned green and his eyes stared straight behind them.

Several of them turned to look.

Mrs. Weasley walked briskly from the other side of the yard, and the chickens scattered in all directions.

It is amazing that such a fat, kind woman as she can look so much like a tiger with sharp teeth.

"Oh my God," George shouted at the same time as Fred.

This is a tragedy, and he was arrested at the scene.

Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of them, crossed over her waist, scrutinizing the guilty faces one by one. She wears a printed apron and a wand in her pocket.

She glared at her three children, "You're good enough. ”

"Good morning, Mom. George said in what he clearly thought was a lighthearted and lovely tone.

"Do you know how anxious I am?" said Mrs. Weasley in a low, heart-pounding voice, "the bed is empty, there is no note, the car is gone, you may have had an accident, I am mad, have you ever thought of it? See how your dad comes back and cleans you up, Bill, Charlie, and Percy have never had anything like that......"

"Model Percy. Fred muttered.

"You should follow his example!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, poking Fred in the chest, "you could fall to your death, you might be seen, you might have ruined your father's job." ”

It seemed like hours had passed, and Mrs. Weasley was hoarse.