"Harry, you're a good boy and won't snitch, will you?" When the boy's face was better, Arthur said pleadingly.

Hehe.

Harry rolled his eyes inwardly, now afraid that he had told Aunt Molly, that he had almost scared him to death.

If I hadn't known that the journey was long and I didn't dare to drink more water, I wouldn't have been able to get my pants wet now.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Arthur, let me slow down for a moment." Harry stroked his heart with his hand, and it was indeed a little too irritating just now.

Especially when he was about to hit the old man, it was the first time he almost took the life of someone else, even if he was just sitting in the car, not the one who was driving.

The joke was so real that it made him a little dizzy and nauseous.

He felt that perhaps George and Fred were the two who most resembled Uncle Arthur.

Then, the exhaustion of the adrenaline rush enveloped him again, and the car drove out of Little Huijin, where the boy hugged the snow owl with the cage and fell asleep on the back seat.

Seeing Harry's reaction so big, Arthur felt a little weak in his heart, as if he had indeed gone too far.

Scratching his dying hair in distress, it seems that he wants to make amends, what do boys of this age like?

Thinking about it, Arthur subconsciously reached for a small button.

Even if there was no cover of night, the Muggles below were not aware of the old Ford flying into the sky.

I have to say that the Weasley family is worthy of being a wizarding family with a long heritage, and the background is unfathomable, and it is difficult to find a few people in the current Britain who can do better with this alchemy transformation revealed by Arthur.

The scenery outside flashed quickly, and the sleeping Harry naturally did not think that Mr. Weasley had been so hard at work in the old car under him.

If the trajectory remained the same, Ron would not have thought of the old Ford that disappeared into the Forbidden Forest, and if it was replaced by Galleon, it would be at least a thousand.

And if Ani were here, he would be deeply puzzled by the Weasleys' poverty.

Just think of Lemay, although Arthur's craftsmanship certainly can't be compared to that one, but what wizard who is proficient in alchemy is not a master of gold absorption?

Compared to Ron, this classic old Ford is much more well-behaved in his father's hands.

Even the driver dozed off in a daze, and after the car flew to its destination, it circled slightly, and the seemingly bulky body quietly landed in front of the door.

The weightlessness of the descent interrupted Mr. Weasley's breathing, and he was about to wake Harry up and ask him not to tell Molly about the day one more time, when he heard a loud "Duang".

When I turned around, I found my wife standing on the left side of the front of the car, one hand slapping the front cover, and her hair was a little messy, as if she had just been blown by a strong wind.

Mr. Weasley secretly complained that the car could be invisible, but the same transparent and colorless wind betrayed him, and this was miserable.

"I guess it's you, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley, who was a little furious, looked viciously at the center of the car.

The boy in the back seat shivered.

I was awakened by the sound of slapping, and I saw a fierce gaze projected on, and the other party was still holding a rooster in his right hand, and the unlucky chicken, who had already succumbed to fate, felt the increasing force on his neck and began to struggle again.

This also makes the witch's already "hideous" face look even more ...... Familiar?

When Harry slept in a daze, he realized that this was not Ron's mother.

But why are you staring at yourself like this?

Could it be ...... Are you hated again......

Harry was a little depressed, but when Mr. Weasley turned off the stealth system, he realized that not only his aunt, but Ron's mother had changed her face so quickly.

"Oh Harry, it's great for you to come, come down, Ron and they're all in the house, I thought you would be back in a while, but I didn't expect ......"

Mrs. Weasley took two steps closer, and looked at Harry with surprise and friendliness on her face, making the boy almost think that the previous scene was all hallucinations.

At this time, Harry was in sight, and there was still a trace of fierceness and anger?

It's just a hospitable and kind classmate mother.

But then Molly's tone changed, and she looked at the driver's seat with lethal eyes again.

The sudden change in tone almost led Harry to think that the aunt outside had two sets of vocal organs, a soft tongue to speak to him, and a back molar to Mr. Weasley.

Hearing this, the boy quickly glanced back at Mr. Weasley, whose face was pale, and after hesitating for no more than a second, the bulging appearance of Ron's mother's cheeks in his mind gave him extraordinary mobility.

Opening the car door with more agility than he did when he grabbed the Golden Snitch, Harry greeted Mrs. Weasley, picked up Headway's cage and ran away, not even bothering about his luggage.

"Molly, Harry is asleep, I want to bring him back soon."

After the boy left, Arthur pushed the car door and walked down, pale and limply defended himself.

Unmoved, Mrs. Weasley threw the suffocating on the ground and walked towards her husband with a calm face, the crackling of bones under the loose sleeves of his robe.

Arthur watched with envy as the rooster ran back to the shed, but there was no joy in his heart to save a living being.

Instead, a drop of cold sweat slipped down Mr. Weasley's forehead, and before teaching Fred and George a lesson, the father of the twins, Danger!

"I was wrong, but I promise no one saw it, no one, no one knew that a car had just flown through the sky."

Mrs. Weasley remained silent, but approached step by step, and when the knock of the doorframe was heard not far away, a right hand still clinging to chicken feathers grabbed the man's ear.

"Don't don't, be light, Molly, I know it's wrong, there are guests at home, save me a little face."

Mr. Weasley jumped in pain, but he still whispered a 'scream' of pain, and if Harry saw his embarrassment, his face would be able to be rubbed off and the floor washed.

Molly had no intention of letting her husband lose her majesty, and let go of her right hand before the twins pulled Harry back to watch the fun.

"Arthur, you have to think about who you are, I don't want to hear about the abuse of Muggle items by the director of the Department for the Prohibition of Muggle Objects to enforce the law, that would cause a lot of trouble for the family!" Molly also whispered in a suppressed voice.

Of course, Mr. Weasley knew that his wife was right, and if it was exposed, even if he could settle the matter, he would have to pay a huge price.

He really shouldn't have put the family in trouble again for the sake of a momentary hurry, the Weasleys were already in enough trouble at the moment.

Seeing his wife walking to the side, Arthur also walked into the Burrow with his head down.

The rooster who had just escaped death looked at him with disdain and stood proudly in the flock of hens.

Look, which hen doesn't obey?

Oh, man!

The rooster turned away and stopped looking at the humble figure of the same-sex human.

It's a pity that it was only three seconds old, and in the screams of the hens, the big hand that had just left its neck was grabbed again.