Wait for Harry to knock on the office door and get permission to walk in.

Dumbledore was wearing his dressing gown and yawning.

The Sorting Hat was still describing the motorcycle to Godric, the low, roaring engine, the bright headlights, the streamlined aesthetic, and the wind-like speed that Gryffindor envied.

"They talked about it over and over for a night?" Harry was expressionless.

Dumbledore stretched, "Yes, it's been a night's quarrel." ”

"Godric even wanted Fox to call you over and show him the motorcycle, but Fox didn't dare."

The phoenix screamed stiffly.

The Sorting Hat was about to translate when it flew over and stepped on it, screaming eagerly.

"When are you leaving?" Harry looked at him.

Dumbledore was stunned and sighed, "I'm going to catch up on sleep, you're too early." ”

Harry stared at him blankly, "You can't have listened to the hat's nagging all night last night, right?" ”

Dumbledore laughed embarrassedly.

"Rest for a while and wait until noon?" Harry sat down, waved his wand, and a book in his office fell into his hand.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Harry, I'm not there yet"

"If Horcruxes do exist there, he'll set some traps." Harry opened the book and said unhurriedly, "Maybe Senior Tom will be there, and maybe a dozen Death Eaters." ”

Dumbledore was about to nod.

Harry continued: "And you don't have a good brain in the first place, I'm afraid that if you are too sleepy, it will allow the dung stones in your brain to grow. ”

"It's not good to say that an old man." Dumbledore shook his head and muttered, returning to his bedroom after a breakfast with more frosting than muffins.

There was no peace in the principal's office.

Harry couldn't read a good book.

A hat, a painting, and a bird urged him to let the motorcycle out, and Godric couldn't help but want to take a look.

The Sorting Hat probably didn't know as much about motorcycles as Fox, it was only the first time he'd seen it, but Fawkes had seen it seven or eight times—Sirius's motorcycle had always been in Hagrid's possession, and although Hagrid only had magical beasts in mind, he would occasionally take them out for riding.

After all, with the exception of rune horses, the Forbidden Forest has never been able to match the creatures of his size.

The hat's introduction was so messy that even Godric, looking around the motorcycle, could tell that nine and a half of the ten sentences were nonsense—half of the truth, or it was a compliment to Harry's magic.

Harry had to explain these things to the three curious babies who were going together for three thousand years old.

From mechanical structures to physical theories.

Godric was amazed at the amazing knowledge that Muggles had advanced to the point where they could develop vehicles that could travel hundreds of miles and miles a day without being propelled by magic, and he had the impression that Muggles were just wearing sackcloth and holding pitchforks, grinning at themselves like fried cats.

For some reason, Fox was a little depressed.

It was two or three hours before Harry finally had his time at leisure, but when he had picked up the book again, and before he had flipped a few pages, Dumbledore came out of the bedroom, dressed in a navy blue robe and wearing a wide peaked wizard's hat.

"Four hours?" Harry put the book down.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I want to sleep a little longer, too, but I'm over a hundred years old, and the sleep of the elderly is like a water source in the desert, very little." ”

"And it's precious." Harry added for him.

He smiled slightly, noticing the motorcycle in the office: "What a handsome thing, I remember Sirius also has one?" ”

"Now three, maybe four?" Harry thought of Sirius' letter the other day, it was much more difficult to cross the Pacific Ocean than he expected, and Erimecon's Ministry of Magic seemed to be a little too vigilant, and he was spotted three hundred nautical miles from shore.

chased him all the way, until he saw him enter the sea area of Canned, and then gave up on keeping an eye on him.

I was going to come back before Christmas, and I could also participate in the Christmas Ball and see for myself how my godson and his little girlfriend behaved.

Whether he can come back before the year is a headache for him.

"Shall we ride this car too?" Dumbledore walked over, "I've been in Hagrid's hands for years, but I haven't sat yet. ”

"I don't want to apparition, or portkeys, let alone knight buses." Harry's face was full of resistance.

Dumbledore sighed, "Apparition is a very good spell. ”

"I can't do it as a last resort." Harry gritted his words firmly.

"The Ministry of Magic, perhaps," Dumbledore was worried.

Harry shook his head: "Don't worry, I've consulted with Uncle Arthur, as long as it's not a violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic if it's not seen by Muggles." ”

Dumbledore was stunned: "Arthur also has it?" ”

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore laughed, "Harry, can you learn from Arthur and make your own laws?" ”

"Uncle Arthur knows it." Harry glanced at him, "He's smarter and bolder than you, at least not afraid of the power in his hands." ”

Dumbledore smiled wryly, "I shouldn't have mentioned it." ”

They had a good lunch in the office.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the window on the wall twisted and changed, and it didn't take long to expand into a door, and then he turned his wand a little more, and the floor-to-ceiling window opened, and the cold wind poured in.

Harry and Dumbledore get on their motorcycles.

The Sorting Hat shouted, "Harry, wait, let me come, let me come, I want to familiarize myself with this body." ”

As he spoke, he shifted his breath to the motorcycle, and before the two people riding it could speak, the accelerator twisted, and there was a buzz - it stopped in place, snorting and leaving a dark brake mark.

"What's going on?" The Sorting Hat was a little surprised.

"Handbrake, you release the handbrake." Harry was expressionless and flicked his right armrest.

The sorting hat suddenly, the handbrake was released, and the motorcycle roared, and immediately flew out of the window and broke into the snowstorm.

Dumbledore turned around, waved his wand, and the window turned back to its original state.

"It's so fast, I almost didn't have time to cast a spell." Dumbledore withdrew his wand, "How about a firebow arrow?" ”

"Normally, it's about 1.5 times that." Harry gave a brief introduction.

The Sorting Hat asked, "Is there anything abnormal?" ”

"Yes, but don't think about it, at least not for now." Harry tapped it on the dashboard, "Wait until you're ready to master this body." ”

The Sorting Hat let out an "oh" and restlessly twisted the throttle again.

"One more thing." Harry snapped the dashboard again.

The Sorting Hat wondered.

"I'll get you a map of Great Britain when I get back, and I'll memorize it." Harry's face was expressionless, "You're flying in the wrong direction, heading south." ”

The motorcycle stopped in the air, and the Sorting Hat was dazed: "Which side is South?" ”

Harry was stunned, and he began to wonder if it was a wise choice to let the hat be his mount.

How can there be a mount that can't tell the direction.

"Harry, I was just a hat before." The Sorting Hat keenly captured Harry's little outpouring of emotion, and immediately defended himself, "I don't need to know where to go, I don't need to know which side is South. ”

"But I'm smart, the smartest hat, um. It's also the smartest motorcycle now, and I can tell the difference between left and right. ”

Harry sighed and pointed in one direction, "Over there." ”

The hat immediately turned around and continued to gallop over.

It is indeed very smart, and after asking Harry how to identify the direction, it immediately learns, although the wind and snow are too strong, and occasionally there are some small mistakes, but when Harry points it out, it will be corrected immediately, and it will not be repeated.

It flew for about half an hour.

The hat suddenly realized one thing: "Why doesn't it feel like flying?" ”

"That's not the case when I rode a flying broom with you, when the wind was howling and slapping on the face, was the speed of the car too slow?"

Dumbledore agreed with it on this point: "Harry, I think so too. ”

Harry was expressionless: "Do you really think so?" ”

One person and one car once again showed their hearts.

Harry flicked a button on the dashboard, and a spell that sheltered around the motorcycle was gone, and a gale howled and blew in Dumbledore's teeth, and his hat swayed and squirmed to slow it down.

"Why is the wind so strong!" The Sorting Hat exclaimed.

"Close it." Dumbledore covered his face with one hand and his hat with the other, "Harry, shut it up." ”

The magic enveloped him, and he barely managed to hold on, not being blown by the strong wind to break his old bones.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Harry pressed the button again.

"Firebolts are only one hundred and fifty miles per hour, and this car is two hundred and thirty miles per hour." Harry spoke softly, explaining to them, "And we're high up now. ”

The Sorting Hat stuck to the button: "I swear I'll never touch it again." ”

"A little further east." Harry glanced at the ground, "Let's go to Little Hangleshire first. ”

"Aren't you going to the old Gaunt house?" Dumbledore asked, "I remember it was in Great Hangleton." ”

"Riddle's old house is there." Harry's tone was calm, "It's on the way to Big Hangleston, so it doesn't hurt to stop by." ”

As he spoke, he pressed another button.

The magic spreads.

"The Wizard of Ma Fei expelled the spell." Dumbledore sensed the magic, "And the Transfiguration Charm, well, there's another"

Harry explained, "It was a spell that I worked on with Uncle Arthur to shield some infrared cameras, and the average person now has so much shooting technology that they even photographed the moon more than a hundred years ago. ”

"And being able to capture the heat of living things, like a snake's eye elixir."

Dumbledore was surprised, he raised his head and looked at the sky: "Moon? ”

"It's the moon." Harry nodded, "Actually, I was surprised when I learned this from Hermione, ordinary people are not inferior to wizards in many fields, and may even be stronger than wizards. ”

Dumbledore didn't speak, his breath getting heavy.

Ten minutes later.

Harry slapped on the dashboard: "It's here, it's here." ”

The Sorting Hat maneuvered its body, landing a little awkwardly and stumbling, but thankfully the expulsion spell was in effect, and there were no other vehicles on the road and no accidents.

Once the hat was starting to really resemble a motorcycle, Harry took the spell back.

They passed a sign that read "Welcome to Little Hangleston" and officially drove into the old-looking town.

Riddle House, on a hillside not far away, could still be seen clearly by Harry through the wind and snow, it was already very dilapidated.

(End of chapter)