The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

0111 Oh man

"Harry, you're a good boy, you won't tell the truth, right?" Arthur pleaded again when the boy's expression improved.

Ha ha.

Harry rolled his eyes in his heart, now he was afraid that he would tell Aunt Molly, but he almost scared him to death just now.

If it weren't for knowing that the journey was long and not daring to drink more water, my pants might be wet now.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Arthur, let me slow down for a while." Harry stroked his heart with his hands, it was indeed a bit too exciting just now.

Especially when he was about to hit the old man, that was the first time he almost took someone's life, even if he was just sitting in the car, not the one driving.

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

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

Immediately afterwards, the exhaustion after the burst of adrenaline enveloped him again, and the car drove out of the Little Whinging area. The boy hugged the snowy owl together with the cage, and fell asleep leaning on the back seat.

Seeing such a big reaction from Harry, Arthur felt a little guilty, as if he had gone too far.

He scratched his hair that was about to be endangered in distress. It seemed that he wanted to remedy it. What do boys of this age like?

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

Even without the cover of night, the Muggles below did not notice the old Ford flying into the sky at all.

It has to be said that the Weasley family deserves to be a wizarding family with a long heritage, with unfathomable background. It is difficult to find a few people in England who can do better in the alchemy transformation that Arthur showed alone.

The scenery outside flashed by quickly, and Harry, who was sleeping soundly, naturally would not have thought that Mr. Weasley had spent so much effort in the old car below him.

If the trajectory remained the same, Ron would not have thought that the old Ford that disappeared in the Forbidden Forest would have to be replaced by Gallon at least in units of thousands.

And if Ernie was here, he would be deeply puzzled by the poverty of the Weasley family.

Just think about Flamel. Although Arthur's craftsmanship is definitely not comparable to that one, which wizard who is proficient in alchemy is not a master at absorbing money?

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

Even the driver dozed off in a daze. After the car flew to the destination, it circled gently, and the seemingly bulky body fell silently in front of the door.

The feeling of weightlessness during the descent interrupted Mr. Weasley's short breath, and he was about to wake Harry up, and by the way, asked him not to tell Molly what happened today, when he heard a loud "Duang".

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

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

"I guess it's you, Arthur." The fat Mrs. Weasley looked viciously at the center of the car.

The boy in the back seat shivered.

He was woken up by the sound of slapping, and saw a fierce gaze projected towards him. The other party was still holding a rooster in his right hand. The unlucky rooster, which had succumbed to fate, began to struggle again when it felt the growing strength on its neck.

This also made the witch's already "grim" face look more...familiar?

After Harry fell asleep, he was dazed and found out, isn't this Ron's mother?

But why are you staring at yourself like this?

Could it be that...are you being hated again...

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

"Oh, Harry, it's great of you to come, come down quickly, Ron and the others are all in the house, I thought it would take a while for you to come back, but I didn't expect..."

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

How could there be a trace of ferocity and anger in Harry's eyes at this time?

It's just a hospitable, kind-hearted classmate's 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 made Harry think that the aunt outside had two sets of vocal organs, using a soft tongue when talking to himself, and using back molars when talking to Mr. Weasley.

Hearing this, the boy quickly looked back at the pale-faced Mr. Weasley. After hesitating for no more than a second, the puffed cheeks of Ron's mother in his mind gave him excellent mobility.

Opening the car door more swiftly than when catching the Snitch, Harry greeted Mrs. Weasley, grabbed Hedway's cage and ran away, not even caring about his luggage.

"Molly, Harry fell asleep, I want to bring him back quickly."

After the boy left, Arthur dragged open the car door and walked down, defending himself weakly.

Mrs. Weasley was unmoved at all, and threw the cock that was about to suffocate on the ground, and walked towards her husband with a sullen face.

Arthur looked enviously at the escaped rooster and ran back to the shed, but he didn't feel the joy of saving a living being.

On the contrary, a drop of cold sweat slid down Mr. Weasley's forehead. Before he taught Fred and George a lesson, the father of the twins, Dangerous!

"I was wrong, but I guarantee that no one saw it, no one, no one knew that a car flew across the sky just now."

Mrs. Weasley still didn't speak, and approached step by step. When there was a knock on the door frame not far away, a right hand still stuck to the chicken feather grabbed the man's ear.

"Don't, don't, take it easy, Molly, I know I was wrong, there are guests at home, save me some face."

Mr. Weasley jumped in pain, but still whispered 'screaming' in pain, if Harry saw his embarrassment, he could rub (ma) caress (sa) his face off and wash the floor.

Molly also didn't intend to let her husband's majesty be demolished, and she let go of her right hand before the twins pulled Harry back to watch the excitement.

"Arthur, you have to think about your identity. I don't want to hear the news that the director of the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Substances violated the law. It will cause so much trouble to the family!" Molly also growled in a low voice.

Of course, Mr. Weasley knew that his wife was right. 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 just for the sake of quick time, the Weasleys had enough troubles at the moment.

Seeing his wife walking aside, Arthur also walked into the Burrow with his head bowed.

The rooster who had just escaped from death looked at him with disdain, and stood proudly among the hens.

Look, which little hen is not submissive?

O man!

The rooster turned around in a lonely way, no longer looking at the humble figure of the same-sex human being.

It's a pity that he was handsome for only three seconds. Amid the screams of the hens, the big hand that had just left its neck came up again.