The Weasleys were nervous and anxious, not to mention that Harry and Ron on the platform were numb.

"Why can't we get there?" Harry asked quietly.

"I don't know—" Ron looked around in a panic. At least a dozen curious people were still staring at them.

"We can't catch the train," Ron whispered. "I really don't understand why the channel closes automatically......"

Harry looked up at the clock, very uncomfortable, and felt as if he was going to vomit. Ten seconds...... Nine...... He carefully pushed the car against the wall, and pushed it with all his strength, but the wall still didn't move.

"It's over," Ron said, looking dazed. "The train is already moving. What if Mom and Dad don't come back to pick us up? Do you have any Muggle money? ”

Harry smiled wryly. "The Dursleys haven't given me pocket money in six years."

Ron grinned, turned to possession, and pressed his ears tightly against the icy fence.

"I can't hear anything," he said nervously. "What can we do? I don't know when Mom and Dad will come back and pick us up. ”

They looked around. People were still looking at them, mainly because of Hedwig's incessant screams.

"I think we'd better get back in the car and wait," Harry said. "We're so compelling"

"Harry!" Ron said, his eyes glowing. "The car!"

"So what?"

"We can fly back to school in the car!"

"But I think—"

"We're cornered now, aren't we? We've got to find a way to get back to school! In an emergency, even wizards of the age can use magic, as mentioned in Chapter 19 of the Restriction Decree......" Ron said quickly.

Harry's horror turned to excitement. "Will you fly that car?"

"No problem," Ron said, driving his cart towards the exit. "Come on, let's go together. If we hurry, we can catch up with the Hogwarts Express. ”

They walked past a group of curious Muggles, exited the train station, crossed the street, and came to the old Ford Anglia.

Ron clicked his wand many times before opening the huge suitcase. They put their luggage back, put Hedwig in the back seat, and got into the front seat.

"Let's see if anyone is paying attention to us." With a flick of his wand, Ron turned on the engine. Harry stuck his head out of the window: the road ahead was heavily trafficked, but the street they were on was empty.

"That's it." He said.

Ron pressed a small silver button on the console. The cars are gone—and so are they.

Harry could feel the chair under his ass vibrating violently, he could hear the engine rattling, he could feel his hands on his knees and his glasses on the bridge of his nose, but from what he could see, he seemed to have turned into a pair of eyeballs, floating in the air dozens of feet above the ground on a filthy street full of cars.

"Let's go." Ron's voice came from his right, and the ground and the filthy buildings on either side of it quickly retreated, until finally lost sight as the car rose higher. A few seconds later, the entire smoky and glittering city of London was in full view.

Then there was a cacophony, and Harry and Ron appeared.

"Oh no," Ron hit the stealth accelerator button a few times. "Why doesn't this thing work—" The two men took turns pounding the button with their fists, and the car became invisible, but after a while it reappeared.

"Come on!" Ron shouted, and he pressed the accelerator hard, and they flew straight into the low-level clouds like wool, everything becoming gloomy and blurry.

The car was finally covered, but they didn't know that even though it was only for a few seconds, their figure, no, it should be said that the car's figure was completely visible in the Muggle lens. Tomorrow's headline will be their flying car.

But no one knew the news yet, and when Harry and Ron were excited to catch up with the train, the Weasleys were going crazy with nervousness.

"What should I do, what should I do? What the hell is going to do? Ron and Harry are still across the wall, they haven't come here yet! ”

Mrs. Weasley asked loudly as she tugged at her husband's collar.

"Even if you ask me that......"

Mr. Weasley shrugged his shoulders bitterly, he was also worried, but he didn't have a good solution.

Crackling!

A blast of air sounded, and Du Teng's figure appeared next to the future couple, and the phantom shifted! provoked many students around to exclaim, and many parents looked at Du Teng's eyes with bright lights.

Du Teng didn't care so much now, he had just used his illusion to go to the other side of the teleportation wall.

"They're gone."

Duten said.

Mrs. Weasley was about to collapse with a snort, but Ginny hurriedly held on.

"What do you mean? What does it mean to be missing? ”

Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.

"Literally, they're not on the platform, and at the same time, sir, your car is gone."

"My car doesn't matter now, it's ...... Wait, you mean ......"

Mr. Weasley suddenly looked up at Duten with a look of disbelief and some horror in his eyes.

"That's right."

Du Teng nodded, if I guessed correctly, they should be coming soon.

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky.

……

"What now?" Harry asked, winking at the clouds that were pouring in from all directions.

"We'll have to see which way the train goes." Ron said.

"Let's go down and have a look—hurry—" They descended below the clouds and shifted in their seats, their probes squinting at the ground.

"I saw it!" Harry shouted. "Ahead—right there!"

The Hogwarts Express limped beneath them, like a large scarlet python.

"Due north," Ron said, checking the console's compass. "Okay, we'll come down every half hour from now on. Hold on to ......" They rushed into the clouds again. A minute later, they were bathed in bright sunlight.

It's a very different world. The wheels skimmed over the plush sea of clouds, and under the glare of the sun, the sky was a bright and boundless blue.

"What we're worried about now is the plane." Ron said.

They couldn't help but laugh when they looked at each other.

It was as if they had entered a beautiful dream. Harry thought to himself that this was really what it was called tourism: weaving through the swirls and snow-white towers, enjoying the warm and bright sunshine in the car, with a large box of toffee in his pocket, imagining the jealous expressions on George and Fred as they landed safely on the huge lawn in front of Hogwarts Castle.

They followed the train farther and farther north, and every time they went down to see the direction, the scenery was very different from the last time. They had flown out of London, replaced by a neat green area and vast expanses of purple wilderness houses, toy-like churches, and a large city with many carts that looked like colourful ants.

A few hours passed without incident, but Harry had to admit that it wasn't as much fun as he had thought. The toffee was so sweet that they were so thirsty that they had no water to drink.

He and Ron had to take off their sweaters, but Harry's shirt was still stuck to the car chair, his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose with sweat. Now, instead of paying attention to the clouds of changeable shapes, he looked longingly at the train tracks below.

There, they can buy cold pumpkin juice on a chubby witch's cart.

Again, they wondered, why couldn't they get into Platform Nine and three-quarters?

It's a pity that they won't have the answer after all, and no one will tell them the answer.

"It's almost there, right?" Ron grumbled. A few hours later, the sun had descended under their clouds, staining them pink. "It's time to see the train."

The train was just below them, winding its way up a snow-capped mountain. The train is particularly conspicuous against the background of clouds and mist.

Ron stepped on the accelerator with both feet and returned to the clouds, but this time the engine let out a whining sound.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other worriedly.

"Could it be that the car is too hard," Ron said. "It's never been like this...... "It was getting darker and darker, and they pretended not to pay attention to the louder and louder wails. The stars blink happily in the black night. Harry put his sweater back on, pretending not to notice the crossbar of the rider's windshield swaying weakly from side to side, as if in silent protest.

"It's not far off," Ron said. To Harry, it sounded like Ron was saying this to the car. "It's not far from here." He nervously patted the console on the front of the car.

When they flew down the clouds again, in the darkness, their eyes widened and they looked around, trying to find the familiar building.

"There!" Harry cried out. The familiar castle and towers below are already within easy reach.

But now the car is constantly moving, and the speed is gradually slowing down.

"Help," Ron called out softly. On the steering wheel, with a little effort, "It's there, let's go!" The car's engine groaned. Several airstreams erupted from the trunk of the car. As they leaped over a large lake, Harry had to hold on to the two armrests of his seat to prevent him from being thrown out of the car.

But the car shook from side to side, and the engine suddenly stopped working, making a coaxing sound.

They were descending, and they were getting faster and faster, slamming straight into the walls of the castle.

"Nope! No!!! Ron spun the steering wheel desperately, and the car slashed in a graceful arc, avoiding the solid wall, and plummeting from a great height onto the lawn.

Ron completely let go of his hand on the steering wheel and pulled his wand in his back pocket. "Stop, stop!" He shouted, slapping the console and the windshield hard, but they still fell down with all their might, and the ground rushed towards them like a flying man.

"Watch out for that tree!" Harry screamed and threw himself behind the wheel, waiting for the impact.

However, both of them stared with their eyes closed for a moment, and the expected impact still did not come. Harry cautiously opened his eyes and looked in.

Call......

He sighed.

They were less than five meters from the top of the tree, but the car was parked in mid-air. The engines have not yet reworked, apparently someone saved them.

He poked his head out of the side and saw Duten below, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, and Professor McGonagall of Gryffindor House......

"It's over!"

Harry wailed.

Professor McGonagall was known for being stern, and the more they dealt with the Gryffindor House problem, the more serious her approach became.

"What's wrong?"

Ron didn't dare open his eyes yet, he asked loudly with his eyes closed.

The sound is very loud and the people below can definitely hear it. Because Harry saw that Professor McGonagall's eyebrows were about to stand up, and Mrs. Weasley was about the same.

"You, you better open your eyes, we're safe."

"Really...... Are you sure? ”

Ron couldn't believe it, still shouting loudly.

"Really, don't scream, classmate Du Teng saved us, but next, we will be very dangerous."

"Huh? Why, why? ”

"See for yourself."

Ron probed, and then his face turned pale, like the skin of a wall.

"Du Teng, I'm sorry for you."

On the lawn, Professor McGonagall turned to Duten.

"It's okay Professor McGonagall, I'm good friends with Harry and Ron, and I'm helping them too."

"Well, if they can have half as much peace of mind as you do, I'll thank God."

Professor McGonagall nodded, her face still solemn.

She really can't smile now, she can't squeeze out a smile.

After the car slowly landed and Harry and Ron ran out, Professor McGonagall appeared in front of them, looking at the two teenagers condescendingly.

"Tidy up your clothes, follow me to the hall, it's going to be the sorting ceremony soon, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

With that, she nodded at the Weasleys, and strode forward.

Harry and Ron looked at the Weasleys, craned their necks, and slid along.

Du Teng looked at them and wanted to laugh.

"Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, I'm going back too. You go home first, don't worry, I will take care of them here at the school, and I will definitely not let them continue to make mistakes. ”

"Thank you so much."

Mrs. Weasley said with a forced smile, and when the elf came and took all the luggage out of the car, she grabbed her husband's ears and began to curse. Duten hadn't gone far before he could hear Mrs. Weasley's Hedong lion roar in his ears, and he couldn't help but worry about Mr. Weasley—I hope he'll be okay.

It's hard to say if Mr. Weasley is okay yet, but Harry and Ron do have something, not only were they badly lectured by Professor McGonagall after the entrance sorting ceremony, but they were deducted a lot of credits just after the school started. On the newspaper headlines the next day, the two of them driving were fully recorded. The newspapers of the wizarding world are still in JPG format, and they all move.

The car, and the people in it, caused a stir in the wizarding world. (To be continued.) )