At 3 p.m., a turquoise sedan pulled up to the door of the Dursleys home.

Without the interference of a seemingly good, evil, and mentally abnormal elf, Harry and his friends were never interrupted.

So this time he was invited to the Burrow, and it was normal to follow the normal process, and the natural thing sitting in the cab was no longer Fred.

"Aha, hello, Harry's uncle, right?" Standing outside the door of the Dursleys' house, Mr. Weasley looked around like a curious baby.

He was fascinated by Muggles' mind-challenging inventions, and it was hard to imagine that they could make life so much more different without helping them with magic.

Vernon, who was going to open the door, saw the other party's performance, and the psychological construction that he had barely done collapsed instantly, and he cleanly dispelled the idea of opening the door.

The still somewhat fat body moved to the side, blocking Arthur's peeking gaze.

"I'm sorry, but please wait outside for a while, Harry will be right here." Vernon said in as gentle a tone as he could.

But even so, in Arthur's eyes, the inhospitable host on the other side was still a little vicious.

He just doesn't like to calculate too much, but he's not stupid, and he can naturally feel that he is not popular here.

Mr. Weasley didn't complain about this, there were always some Muggles who denied the existence of magic and didn't like to be associated with wizards, as long as they could successfully achieve the purpose of their visit.

The two were separated by doors, waiting for Harry to pack his belongings, more like a confrontation than waiting.

Of course, these were all thoughts of Mr. Dursley, and he bravely blocked the doorway so that the strange guys outside could not invade and harm his own family.

But in reality?

If an adult wizard has bad intentions, his funeral process can save several steps.

"I'm sorry, I'm here." Harry hurried out with his luggage.

Dali followed, clutching an elongated paper bag.

Aunt Petunia had just put a lot of stuff in there, and at the bottom was a bottle of red wine and snacks of various flavors on top.

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

He didn't want Dalí to come into contact with the weirdos out there.

"Hi Harry, 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 suggestion, and after thanking him, he turned and took the bag from his cousin's hand.

Naturally, Harry also heard his uncle's low roar, and felt that it would be difficult to eliminate his prejudice against wizards.

Although he didn't know what his father had done, Hagrid broke his uncle's bold shotgun and gave him a pig's tail.

Fortunately, in their hearts, they are always different.

"Goodbye, Aunt Vernon, Aunt Penny, and Cousin Dalí, I'll be back in a few days." After settling his luggage, Harry rolled down the window and waved goodbye to his loved ones.

"Be polite when you visit someone's house, boy." 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 a lot of levels that we haven't passed. Dali shouted at Harry from his mother's arms, and Penny didn't say anything, just kept looking at him, her lips pursed tightly.

"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley took out his wand and swung forward, winking at the Dursleys, who were still in the doorway.

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Where did the big Ford Anglia sedan go?

"Relax, Harry, won't bump into it." Seeing the boy shivering in the back seat holding the birdcage, Arthur turned back to comfort him in the driver's seat.

If you don't look back at me, it will be more convincing to put your hands on the steering wheel!

Why am I afraid, Uncle Arthur, don't you have a point in your heart?

Ever since getting into the car, Arthur turned around and chattered about everything about Muggles, and the steering wheel that was dishonest when he was excited was shaking from side to side, the old Ford had long since stopped driving in a straight line.

Fortunately, there are no cars on the road now, otherwise I am afraid that the two of them have become the opposite example of not wearing seat belts while driving.

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

Is it that today he is going to set a precedent in the wizarding world?

"Turn back, quick, someone, someone!" Harry pointed ahead and shouted in horror.

At the speed of the Ford, it soon came to a traffic intersection, and between the front of the car and the red light, an old man with a staggering step 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!

It was too late to brake, and Harry desperately tried to close his eyes, but his brain couldn't give any instructions in the excitement.

When it's over, you shouldn't accept Ron's invitation.

Harry glanced back at Arthur, then turned around with a smile on his face, oblivious to the impending collision.

He could only watch as the car crashed into the old man, and then he leaped to the side with inhuman agility and perfectly avoided the impact.

"Huh!?"

Harry's mouth was wide open, looking at the oncoming cars, street poles, and pedestrians sneakily crossing the road, and one by one he slickly avoided them, making their Ford in free drive mode unimpeded.

"Haha, how about my new gadget, borrowed from 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, it's a little secret between us, a secret between men."

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

Even if he was a little embarrassed, he admitted it, and just begged Aunt Molly to let go of her hands and feet to clean up the bad uncle in front of her.

Even if they are completely different from the previous three brothers, Fred and George are definitely born to Uncle Arthur, and Harry vouches for his heart that is about to burst out of his throat!

"Okay, okay, sorry kid." Looking at the boy's still frightened expression, Arthur rubbed his nose curtly, "It's just a little joke, there won't be a next time, I promise." ”

Mr. Weasley was embarrassed, oops, playing big, if Molly knew about it, he would be dead.

I was already thinking about how to clean up the twins when I went back, and God knows how I listened to the instigation of these two boys.

In the Burrow, the twins suddenly shivered in unison, and after glancing at each other, they all felt that the word "danger" was written on each other's faces.

Could it be that the gadget they hid was discovered by their mother?

The premonition is not good, and when Dad comes back, he will be closer, and he can still ask for help when Mom is angry.