On the afternoon of August 31, a turquoise car slowly drove towards Carl's house.

"You need to make some friends in advance. Especially stepping into an unfamiliar territory. Black Cat Hattings sat down on Carl's dark red calfskin suitcase and comforted.

It is Polo's bodyguard for Carl, although it has no combat effectiveness, but it is good at discovering hidden things, and it will be responsible for alerting Carl to danger,

Karl thought for a moment, and felt that Hattings had a point.

In a class in a previous life, students who were able to make friends would have a lot of peace of mind for the teacher in many ways.

Students are imitators of adults, a small society, but in some ways worse because of the lack of maturity of the mind.

Such as isolation and bullying. There are also things like this among adults, but they hide it well, but students are much more straightforward.

And this bluntness often hurts even more.

But.

"This is the wizarding world." Carr said, "When people can have great power, do you still need to think about that? ”

Ordinary people need to be in a group because they lack enough strength to resist risks and change the status quo.

But wizards, especially those powerful wizards, are like those rich and powerful in their previous lives, and they themselves have the power to resist risks, change their own situation, and even provide shelter to others.

So they never have a shortage of friends, and people are happy to be friends with them.

"No one can guarantee that they will always be strong." Hattings looked up at Karl with a dark gaze. "And those who come because of their attachment to power, are they friends or vassals?"

As the car approached, the two men shut their mouths in unison.

Soon, Arthur Weasley stepped out of the car, with an excited look on his face, and walked quickly to Carl: "How's this car?" I got it recently. It's amazing! It was the first time I had driven on Muggle roads. ”

Carl blinked, deciding not to ask Mr. Weasley if he knew what a driver's license was.

There's got to be some magic in that, right, Mr. Weasley.

Arthur. Weasley seemed to think of something, explaining, "I just drove a little bit, right from that intersection. He pointed to the intersection not far away, which was the entrance to the community, and gestured with his hand, "Drive slowly." After all, I couldn't let the car suddenly appear in front of Muggles. ”

He looked at the black cat next to him: "This is your pet, it's beautiful, what's its name?" ”

"Hasting." Carl said that Hastings meowed in unison, as if to tell Mr. Weasley that it was indeed a black cat.

"Then get in the car. We're going to have a long way to go, and I'm coming here early in the morning. ”

As Mr. Weasley started the car, it slowly drove out of the neighborhood and gradually took off in an uninhabited place, getting faster and faster, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

"We live in the village of Autri St. Cachpol, which is a great village."

Mr. Weasley held the steering wheel, twisting left and right from time to time, as if he were actually controlling the car, which was quite the same thing if you ignored his immobile gear and flat right foot.

Just like Dumbledore.

Carl remembered the experience of riding the subway with Dumbledore and had a preliminary understanding of the closure of the wizarding world.

For the rest of the drive, Carl seems to have returned to his previous life in a taxi: the driver, Mr. Weasley, was so excited that he talked to Carl about his interest in Muggle items, as if he and Carl had a common word on these issues.

It's a pity that it's the same as those taxi drivers in his previous life who talked about national affairs. Weasley was interested in Muggle items, but not at the highest level.

His words were full of wizards' prejudices against Muggles and his own conjectures, so more often than not, Karl was just playing a listening role.

However, he was not annoyed by it, and he did not deliberately correct it, unless Mr. Weasley asked him.

He knew that this was Mr. Weasley's effort to build a relationship with him, and that establishment was always on both sides, so Carl was trying to respond.

The efforts of both sides still worked, and through this "chat" along the way, Carl clearly felt that the strangeness between Arthur and him had dissipated a lot.

As the sun gradually sets, Carl sees that the traces of the real world outside are becoming scarcer, and they seem to have come from the human world to the wilderness.

After a while, the black curtain had covered half of the sky, and a pale blue crescent moon appeared in the east, and with the last bit of light, Karl noticed patches of farmland and clusters of trees on the ground.

With a slight jolt, the car landed on the ground, and Carl looked out, this was his first time in the English countryside.

Outside was a dilapidated garage, surrounded by a small courtyard, surrounded by some stones that counted as a fence, and the height was not very high, Carl estimated that it was only a little more than a meter.

There are a few buildings in the courtyard, the most conspicuous of which is the middle room, which looks more like a building block built by a child, several stories high, layer upon layer, crooked.

Undoubtedly, this is not a building that Muggles can build.

There were four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house—smoking at this time—and a sign diagonally placed in front of the house that read "The Burrow."

Carl carried Hastings and followed Mr. Weasley out of the car, and before he could reach the door, he heard the crying of a child inside, and a loud and heart-pounding voice: "George, if you make Ron cry again······"

"Mom, it was Fred who did it!" A child retorted loudly.

"George!" The anger in the sound was even greater, followed by the noise of chickens and dogs, and the constant cry for mercy.

Weasley sighed deeply and looked back at Carl with an embarrassed laugh, "These are my family's two troublemakers, of course, they are not bad in nature, they are good boys." ”

But he quickly added a word that Carl barely heard, "Probably." ”

The inside of the Burrow is very narrow, and the piles of various objects all hint at how prosperous the family is.

He followed Mr. Weasley into the kitchen, which was undoubtedly more crowded, with a cleanly wiped table and a few chairs in the center, where four red-haired children of various ages were sitting and playing.

While the other two older children helped out on the other side, carrying some things onto the table.

There was a small stove, and Mrs. Weasley was busy with dinner, and from the back, it was a healthy lady.

She waved her wand, and the sausages and beef lined up on the board, and after a gentle stroke of the prepared kitchen knife, they were divided into equal portions, and then jumped into the frying pan in a line.

The saucepan on the side was bubbling, and from time to time, vegetables and spices that Carl didn't recognize sneaked into the pot after being washed.

Then, there was no trace.

Mrs. Weasley was busy as she told her eldest child, "You must keep an eye on your little brother at school, and if they don't obey, remember to write to me." ”

"Daddy!"

The children were the first to find out that their father had returned, and the youngest of them immediately let go of her hand that was holding the boy's hair next to her, jumped out of her chair and ran to her father to complain: "Fred bullied me! ”

The child who followed her immediately shouted, "It's George who bullied you!" He was followed by an identical-looking teenager who immediately retorted, "Fred, you always blame me for bad things!" ”

Mr. Weasley smiled and took the little girl's hand, then waved to the child who was following them, looking at him with a blank eye, "Ron, I heard it outside, George is playing a prank on you again?" ”

The kid named Ron ran up to Mr. Weasley, took his father's other hand, and whispered, "I'm too cowardly." ”

Ron?

Carl took a closer look at the weak little boy in front of him.

It is associated with a large family of brothers, red hair, these characteristics.

Is this the future Harry Potter best friend?

Ron's words didn't make the two troublemakers behind him feel guilty, but instead sang and harmonized: "That's right, that's right." George was just reminding him that there was something in his hair. ”

"If you want me to say, Percy is to blame for this, if Percy hadn't been cleaning up on it, how could the spider that was hanging from the ceiling have run down and happened to run into Ron's hair. But mom always thinks that bad things are done by bad boys, isn't it, model Percy. ”

Speaking of "Model Percy", the twins sang in unison as they reached out and pointed to the tall teenager behind them.

The tall young man with the steak wore a pair of eyes, his clothes were neat, and he had a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth: "I hope you can be so lively at the sorting ceremony tomorrow, George." ”

The boy who walked in with the stew, he had the broad face of a good gentleman, and his figure was about the same as that of the tall brother on the side, but he was a little stronger, and he also had a bad smile: "That's right, George, Fred, if it weren't for the worry of affecting your sorting ceremony tomorrow, you think your mother would let you two go so easily?" ”

George, Fred stopped talking, his lively expression paused slightly, they looked at their father together, and Fred at the front asked, "Dad, can you tell us what the sorting ceremony is?" Charlie says there are fire dragons, and Percy says that there are not only fire dragons, but also trolls, specifically for those naughty students. ”

"So, really did George?" Weasley patted George's head lightly, coughed solemnly, and said, "Yes, that is indeed a very important and difficult test!" ”

"You must know that Hogwarts is the best school of witchcraft and wizardry in the UK, and I really hope you don't end up failing the entrance exam because you are so naughty, it will make our family laugh! Now, go back and sit down and eat! ”

Mr. Weasley's stern words startled the twins, and they obediently walked to their seats with their heads bowed.

Carl sat in the only empty chair, facing the Weasleys, George on his left and Percy on his right.

The dishes on the table were ready: steaks, sausages, stews, and a small piece of fried fish, long strips of bread topped with a layer of cream, neatly stacked in a pale yellow basket, and a glass of reddish liquid in front of each person, Carl could smell a sweet scent, probably the juice of some kind of fruit.

Mrs. Weasley walked over to Mr. Weasley and sat down, smiling at Karl.

Mr. Weasley stood up and raised his glass, "Let's welcome a young wizard: Carl Turinus." He will go to Hogwarts tomorrow with your brothers George and Fred. ”

Everyone raised their cups: "To Karl. Turinus! ”

Karl stood up, bowed embarrassedly and thanked him, "Thank you!" Thank you! You can call me Carl. ”

Mr. Weasley then introduces Carl to the members of the family: Charlie in the fifth grade is the prefect of Gryffindor, and Percy Gryffindor is in the third year.

They all smiled at Carl.

And then there are the twins beside him, in Mr. Weasley's mouth, they are a pair of troublesome twins, who are inseparable on weekdays, and do all kinds of evil.

The twins grimaced at Carl in unison.

"Please don't take Daddy's word for it." Fred said.

"We don't do bad things." George added.

"Just like to make some good-natured jokes." Carl responded, "Really? ”

"Oh~" Fred and George cheered in unison.

Fred said, "Carl, we're going to be good friends. ”

"I like the word kindness." George added.

Finally, there were the two youngest children, who sat on either side of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

One is nine-year-old Ron and the other is eight-year-old Ginny, the only daughter in the family.

The Weasleys had a large population, and the dining was also very lively.

George and Fred pretended to snatch each other's steaks, and finally snatched Percy's steak. After Percy failed to regain it, he could only sincerely wish the two of them a little happier now, so that they would not be knocked out of their heads by the trolls when they faced the trolls tomorrow.

Charlie and his father discuss whether a team called the Chadley Artillery will win the championship, and he notices that Ron, who is next to Weasley, seems to be very interested in the topic, but he does not get involved in the discussion, but just listens with relish.

Compared to Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley was more like the head of the party, keeping the dinner in order.

She occasionally warns George and Fred to fight quietly so as not to run into Carl next to her, and occasionally stops Ginny, who is stealing juice, and asks her to finish the vegetables she doesn't like to eat.

It's a warm home.

Carl commented in his heart.

He also once had such a home, even if that home was not so large in scale and so noisy, but that home was also like the family in front of him, harmonious and loving, and he grew up happily and happily in that home.

A warm current flowed through Carl's heart, and he knew that it was the atmosphere of the family that was infecting him.

He now understood Dumbledore's intentions.

The venerable headmaster, like Polo, spotted the problem in his heart at a glance and used his wisdom to chart a long but effective path of healing for Carl.

But when he subconsciously stroked the wand hidden in his sleeve, the warm current disappeared.

The cold wand reminded him that his family was gone.

He needs strength.

The power to defeat death and resurrect people.

But.

There's still a long way to go, isn't it?

Maybe I can enjoy it now?

Carl let go of his hand, a pleasant smile on his lips, quietly admiring the beauty in front of him.