"Who do you think would want to kill me? I think Dobby's master should be my enemy. Harry asked.

"So who do you think in your limited life would hate you to the point of wanting to kill you?" Zhang Feng asked Harry.

"I know, I know, it's Voldemort!" Zhang Qiu replied.

"I don't think Voldemort has that much energy to mess with the wind and rain right now. He doesn't even have a body right now, and I don't think he or it can hire a house-elf, I think he probably doesn't even have a home. I think the Death Eaters are more likely. Not to be outdone, Hermione spoke her mind.

"I don't think the average Death Eater would have such a hatred for me!" Harry retorted

"Well, Harry was right. In this time when Voldemort had not yet been resurrected—though we all knew that he would be resurrected—the average Death Eater would not have such a strong hatred for Harry, they were a bunch of wall-to-wall grass, and they could only fight with the wind. Zhang Feng echoed while driving.

"Actually, I'm still a little skeptical of Decora Malfoy and Professor Snape. Malfoy should have had enough hatred for me, and neither should Snape. But I don't think Malfoy is going to kill me, and Snape doesn't think he has the credentials to keep house-elves. Harry analyzed it to everyone.

"Actually, you forgot that the Malfoys used to be one of Voldemort's important supporters, and I think after you rejected Decora Malfoy's friendship, their family lost the possibility of complete whitewashing, and they had to go all the way to the black. But you killed one of Voldemort's doppelgangers at the end of last semester - at least that's what most people think. I think the Malfoys have a motive to kill you, and of course those of us who helped you kill Voldemort should be on their assassination list after they've been cut off by you. Zhang Feng analyzed.

Harry heard Zhang Feng's analysis and fell silent, and the air in the carriage suddenly became depressed. Until Zhang Feng suddenly said: "I think we are almost there, I have already seen the roof of the Burrow." At this time, Harry was relieved from the emotions he had just had.

The car flew lower and lower. The red sun is shimmering on the forest.

"Landing!" Zhang Feng said. With a slight jolt, they reached the ground. They parked next to the dilapidated garage in a small clearing, where Harry saw the Ron family house for the first time.

The building block-like style of the Burrow made Harry feel that this kind of building was really magical, after all, without magic the building would have been a pile of ruins, but it still stood in front of Harry, and even a few red-haired men and women ran out of its doorway.

"Harry, I knew the wind could take you. Ron rushed over and gave Harry a big hug.

"Wind, is my car still working?" Mr. Weasley rushed over, but instead of Harry, he rushed at Zhang Feng. It seems that Mr. Weasley has developed a great curiosity about the world of ordinary people in the Office of Muggle Prevention of Objects at the Ministry of Magic! In the past two days, Zhang Feng has found a lot of magical items that Mr. Weasley has converted into ordinary people's items in Ron's house. If he had searched his house, he would have to arrest him himself.

"Very useful, Mr. Weasley. I guess it's a great invention and I guess you can set up a store to sell this kind of product specifically. ”

"Actually, I want to do that too, but you see we don't have start-up capital at home. Mr. Weasley heard Zhang Feng's suggestion, thought about it, then looked back at his house, and said.

"I think I can invest, but not yet, at least until next year, can you wait?"

"I think it's okay, I think I can take it with the Ministry of Magic for so many years, and I don't care about wasting a few years. ”

At this time, the welcoming ceremony of our Mr. Savior had just ended.

"Guys, I think Harry's birthday party is about to begin, let's come in!"