Little Huijin District, No. 4 Privet Road.

Harry was picked up by the three Wesley brothers, Fred, George, and Ron, into a flying car.

Listening to the angry roar of Uncle Vernon in the window, he happily rolled down the window and let the evening breeze beat his hair.

Harry couldn't believe it - he was free!

"See you next summer!"

Harry stuck his head out of the window and shouted to Aunt Vernon, Aunt Penny, and Cousin Dudley as they stood at the window.

The Wesley brothers laughed, and Harry leaned back in his chair, pouting in joy.

"Harry, can you tell us what happened this holiday?" When the car was completely in the night sky, Ron couldn't wait to ask, "You didn't reply to a letter, I'm really in a hurry." At first I thought there was something wrong with Errol......

"Who's Errol?" Harry asked.

"Our owls at home." Ron explained, "It's getting old, and it's been exhausted when it used to deliver letters. So I'd like to borrow Hermes—"

"Who is Hermes?"

"The owl that Mom and Dad bought him when Percy became a prefect." Fred, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked back and said. Harry was afraid that he would drive into something if he wasn't careful.

"But Percy won't lend it to me," Ron said, "and says he'll use it himself."

"Percy has been particularly eccentric this summer," complained George, frowning, "and he's had Hermes deliver a lot of letters, and he's always locked himself in the house by himself...... I don't understand, do you have to wipe the badge of the prefect so many times...... You've gone too far west, Fred."

As he spoke, he pointed to a compass on the dashboard.

Fred spun the wheel around.

"Then you get out of the car, does your dad know?" In fact, Harry had already guessed the truth before he asked the question.

"Oh, I don't know," Ron said, "he's working overtime tonight. I wish we could quietly drive the car into the garage and not let my mom find out. Otherwise, my dad will be miserable with us......

Harry observed a two-second silence in his heart for Mr. Wesley.

Suddenly, Ron seemed to realize something, and turned his head to look at Harry with wide eyes.

「…… Wait a minute, were you just changing the subject?" He asked.

"Ah, I didn't ......" Harry, who had been punctured with the truth, turned his head a little embarrassed and looked out the window at the big moon.

"You're changing the subject!" Ron affirmed, "Tell us what you did on the holidays?"

Harry instinctively didn't want to tell anyone about the diary, so he hesitated and concealed Tom's role in the incident.

"I got revenge on the Dursleys for locking up my Hedwig, and I ruined a big business for Aunt Vernon......" he smuttered, "and then I was completely nailed to my room, with only two meals a day and only two toilet breaks......

"They're so hateful!" Fred clenched his fists in anger and waved them.

His movements frightened George next to him and quickly reached out and helped to straighten the vacant steering wheel.

"Hedwig was locked up by them, so it's forgivable that you didn't send us a letter." Ron nodded thoughtfully, "But why can't Errol find you?" ….

"What? He can't find me?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

"yes, at first I thought the old Errol Lake was gone. It wasn't until Hermione wrote to me that her owl couldn't find you that Fred and George found out something was wrong." Ron said, "That's why we decided to sneak over to your house to see if there's anything wrong with you."

"That's right, the owl can't find you, most likely because of a spell called the Avoidance Charm." George said from the passenger seat, "Fred and I have studied this spell before to prevent my mother's yelling letter from coming to the door, but unfortunately it didn't work."

He looked extremely regretful.

"This

It's a very advanced spell that wizards who don't want to be bothered by owls or who don't want to be found by others use it." Fred said, "But if the spell is in the Muggle community and covers it for a whole month, that's very wrong!"

"Anyway, Fred and George were right!" Ron said happily, "If they hadn't realized something was wrong, I probably wouldn't have found out that you were locked up until school started."

Harry had a happy smile on his face, too.

The flying car sped all the way, and as the four little wizards approached the destination of the trip, a surging red glow appeared on the eastern horizon.

The morning sun gradually transforms the crisp and cloudless sky into a rose-like color, and this rosy red glow seems to indicate that a beautiful day is about to begin.

The village of Ottrey St. Cachpol, arrived—

Fred skilfully landed the car next to a dilapidated garage, and it was clear that this was not the first time he had stolen Mr. Wesley's flying car.

Around the garage is a small yard. This little courtyard used to be a large pigsty made of stones, but later some rooms were added here and there, and they were crooked and crooked to the height of several stories.

No serious architect would have built a house like this, and it was impossible for such a crooked house to exist in a Muggle world. After all, not even the Leaning Tower of Pisa could have violated physics so badly, let alone so different from human aesthetics!

Then there is only one answer, and this house is glued together by magic......

The four of them quietly got out of the car, and Harry saw four or five chimneys standing on the crooked red roof, and a sign diagonally in front of the house that read "Burrow".

"It's not good here, Harry." Ron said apprehensively, "I know it's built here...... Well...... It's a little rudimentary, but I promise the house will never fall down while you're sleeping!"

"What an ugly thing!" Harry shook his head, and instead said excitedly, "On the contrary, it's amazing here!"

After escaping the cage at No. 4 Privet Road, he felt that everywhere was heaven! What's more, this "Burrow" of Wesley's house is completely in line with his yearning for all kinds of strange facilities in the wizarding world.

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After listening to Harry's evaluation, the three brothers of the Wesley family were very happy.

They decided to go upstairs quietly and surprise Mrs. Wesley when she called them breakfast.

However, the next moment, Ron's introduction was stuck in his mouth, his face turned green, and his eyes stared straight in the direction of the house.

Fred and George sensed something was wrong and turned to look at where Ron's gaze was facing.

Mrs. Wesley came briskly from the other end of the yard, and frightened the old hen and the big rooster in the yard into running away.

To Harry's astonishment, Mrs. Weasley, such a fat, kind woman, could be as fierce as a grinning tigress!

"Not good." Fred said.

"It's not good, it's dead." George added.

Mrs. Weasley stopped in front of them, her hands folded, and she examined the guilty faces of Fred, George, and Ron one by one.

This atmosphere made Harry feel guilty as well, and he silently lowered his head.

Mrs. Weasley wears a printed apron with a wand in her pocket.

"Okay, you three." She said.

"Good morning, Mom." George blinked and said in what he thought was a light-hearted and cute tone.

"Do you know how anxious I am?" Mrs. Wesley ignored him, and spoke in a low, heart-pounding voice.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but we have to ......."

Mrs. Weasley's three sons were all taller than her, but when her anger erupted, they all trembled

, there is no way to answer at all.

"The bed is empty! Didn't leave a note! The car is gone...... Maybe it's a car accident and I'm going crazy!" She reprimanded loudly, "Have you thought of it? There are so many children in my life, and the three of you are the least worry-free! See how your dad comes back and cleans you up, Bill, Charlie, and Percy have never had anything like that......

Mrs. Weasley seemed to reprimand them for an hour, and Harry stood by, listening with trepidation.

In the process of reprimanding, seeing that his mother had entered a state of selflessness, Fred quietly pushed George's crotch with his elbow.

"George, you're 14 years old, and you don't look cute at all." His lips barely moved, but the words that came out came clearly into George's ears, "It's useless to sell cuteness, mom doesn't eat this." The only one who can save us now is Harry."

George suddenly understood, and pushed his hip bone against Harry's left arm, which was standing to his right, startling him.

"Harry, our lives are in your hands!" His lips barely moved, but Harry could hear him, "Now it's your turn, Harry, say hello to Mommy and let her notice your presence."

"Mom will be very happy to see you coming. She'll soon forget about our sneaking car......

Harry's lips moved.

Looking at Mrs. Wesley, who looked like an angry tigress, he hesitated, wondering if interrupting her lecture would make her anger even more angry, and he didn't know if his face would really be that useful. ….

In short, he's a little cowardly.

"Quick, Harry, the sooner you distract Mommy, the sooner she will let us go." George's voice rang out again.

Harry gritted his teeth, finally making up his mind.

After all, it was the three Wesley brothers who rescued him from that cage, so what's the big deal about scolding them for them!

So he stood up as if he were dead.

"Uh...... Hello, Mrs. Wesley." Harry said weakly.

Harry's voice immediately caught Mrs. Weasley's attention.

"Ah, it's nice to see you, dear Harry," she said after a long time, her voice a little hoarse, but it was the same as the rage she had just had, and she said to Harry very kindly, "Come, come into the house and have some breakfast!"

As if she had forgotten to reprimand the three boys of Weslai's house, she turned and walked into the house with a pleasant face.

Harry glanced nervously at the three of Ron, and saw that they all gave him a thumbs up, and the expressions in Fred and George's eyes were recognizable at a glance, as if they were saying to him-

"Well done!"

……

There is a world of difference between the life of the Burrow and the life of Privet Road.

The Dursleys like that everything is in order, but the Wesley family is full of magic and accidents—

The mirror on the kitchen mantelpiece startled Harry.

The first time he looked in the mirror, the mirror suddenly shouted, "Tuck your shirt into the waistband of your pants, it's sloppy!"

There were also a few ghouls living in the attic of the Burrow, howling and banging on pipes whenever they felt that the house was too quiet.

Also, there was always a small explosion in Fred and George's bedroom, which was considered completely normal by the Wesleys by default...... Harry couldn't help but think of the lofty ambition that Fred and George had whispered at last year's Christmas banquet - they wanted to make a firework that would engulf the entire Hogwarts castle!

'It's not really going to make them both successful, is it?' Harry was a little worried about Hogwarts Castle.

But all of the above is not the most unusual thing about the Wesleys.

In Harry's opinion, the most unusual thing about Weslai's life was not the talking mirror, nor the banging ghouls, nor the bedrooms of the twins who made explosions all day...... It's that everyone here seems to like him!

Mrs. Wesley was kind enough to make up for him

old socks with holes that Dudley couldn't wear; She forced Harry to add it several times at each meal, muttering that he was too thin, and that it was time to grow his body, and he must eat more; Mr. Wesley liked to have Harry sit next to him while he ate, and asked Harry about Muggle life, asking him what was going on with the plug and the post office......

About a week after arriving at the Burrow, on a sunny morning, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts.

"There's a letter from the school." Mr. Wesley said, holding several letters from the Hogwarts public owls.

Both Harry and Ron were given a yellow parchment envelope with green lettering on it.

"Harry, Dumbledore already knows you're here." He said with emotion, "This man, I can't hide anything from him." ….

Mr. Wesley handed the letters of the little wizards to their respective masters, and looked at them with a look of relief.

For a moment no one spoke, and everyone read their letters.

Harry's letter told him that he was still taking the Hogwarts Express train from King's Cross Station back to Hogwarts Castle on September 1.

Attached to the letter is a list of new books to be used in the second grade.

Standard Spell (Level 2) by Miranda Goshak

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, by Emerrick Swich

A Thousand Miracle Herbs and Mushrooms, by Philida Spall

……

Except for the "Standard Spell" written by Miranda Goshak, which has been changed from Level 1 to Level 2, the other titles are basically the same as the first-grade book list, and there is nothing to buy.

But when he saw the last line, Harry's eyes widened.

The last line of the book list reads—

"Picking Out Mistakes from It" by Brad Dracula

The name of this book does not look like a serious textbook, but it is a provocative book that rubs off on the influence of other authors, and this kind of book is generally the most unpopular.

But the crux of the matter is not here.

"Professor Dracula wrote a book?" Harry looked blankly at Ron, who was sitting next to him.

"Wouldn't it be that someone as lazy as Professor Dracula would have the heart to write a book?" The blank look on Ron's face was no weaker than Harry's, "He clearly didn't even bother to change his homework, as if he didn't even produce the final paper."

Hearing Ron's words, Mr. Wesley looked up from the newspaper in his hand and frowned.

"So, you've met another unreliable Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" He said, "Really, Hogwarts hasn't hired a few reliable Defence Against the Dark Arts professors in the past few decades!"

"No, Dad, Professor Dracula is the most reliable Defence Against the Dark Arts professor I've met in the past five years!" Percy read his letter and retorted, "He said in class that there are some problems in the book 'Dark Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense', and this year's book may be to help us correct them."

"Wait, you mean...... This Professor Dracula has been re-elected for a second year?!" Mr. Wesley's mouth was wide open, and the newspaper in his hand fell to his knee.

Mr. Wesley was taken aback by the sight of the children in the living room nodding their heads in unison.

"Shhhh

"Actually, there's nothing strange about it." Mrs. Weasley, who had begun to clean up the table, gave Mr. Wesley a blank look and said to him, "I met Professor Dracula when I attended Lockhart's tea party at Lady Padiv's teahouse, and he looked like a very powerful wizard! What's more, he's very handsome!"

Stars fluttered in Mrs. Weasley's eyes.

"It's a shame that I've been deceived by that liar from Lockhart for so many years." She said sentimentally, "If it weren't for Professor Dracula taking Lockhart at that tea party, and Dumbledore himself for his scandalous act of plundering other people's memories, I wouldn't have known that Lockhart was such a vile and shameless villain

！」

"And did you forget? Professor Dracula also asked us to carry one thing, the crystal ball we sent to Brown Castle when we visited Charlie in Romania!"

Mr. Wesley suddenly realized and slapped his thigh hard.

"So, that Professor Dracula should be terrifying!" He looked at Ron and said, "Wouldn't it be nice if he could make a book?"

"Yes, indeed, good...... But I always feel that writing a book doesn't suit the professor's style." Ron spread his hands.

Just then, Fred and George walked side by side.

"Actually...... The two of us know why Professor Dracula published the book."

The two of them held their heads high and said incomprehensibly.

……

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