Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 132 131. The Secret Exposed and the Humble Dwelling

"Fred? George?" Harry walked out of the garden quickly with the suitcase in hand. He looked around the car in surprise. "Why are you here?"

"Hey, Harry, we're so sad if you say that." George was sitting in the passenger seat, and at the moment he had one arm hanging down out of the car.

"Yeah, you should know that we came here specially for you." Fred also pretended to sigh sadly. He patted the steering wheel, and the car horn honked again - it was obvious that he had honked the horn in his invisible state just now to deliberately scare people.

"Your car."

"A special line to the Burrow just for you."

"Our Minotaur King!"

"Ouch!!"

The two brothers began to sing in unison again, and Harry felt his fist itching to hear them.

"I have to remind you two," Harry raised his eyebrows and said, "If I remember correctly, I said in the letter that Ron only needs to tell me where your home is, and Alfred will take me there."

When he heard Harry mention his name, Alfu immediately straightened his back and held his head high.

"Is this your butler? We've heard Ron brag about him countless times. Damn, he's really noisy." George leaned against the car window and greeted Alfred. "Hello?"

"Hello, sir!" Alfred bowed and said, "I am Master Harry's butler, Alfred!"

"Let me see!" Of course, Fred couldn't control his curiosity. He leaned over from the driver's seat and asked, "Oh my God! He's so handsome! Totally different from those house-elves in the castle! So handsome!!"

He was wearing a smart miniature suit and even a top hat on his head. To be honest, Alfu's outfit was more human than many wizards'. At least he wouldn't wear a Muggle skirt outside or put stockings on his head as a hat or something like that.

"Serve Master Harry!" Fred's praise made Alfred even more excited, and he screamed.

"Cool!" George exclaimed. "Mom has always wanted a house-elf as a helper, but unfortunately Dad couldn't find a house-elf willing to serve us. But having said that, I must correct one of your mistakes, Harry."

"What's wrong?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

“When your friend drives thousands of miles to pick you up, you just need to express your gratitude humbly.”

"Instead of saying you can go there by yourself," Fred shrugged.

"Well, I apologize and thank you for your kindness," Harry sighed, then bent down and bowed slightly.

"You're welcome, Harry. We forgive you," George said with a wink, half of his body still stuck on the car window, and returned the greeting in a proper manner.

"So what's the matter with this car?" Harry walked forward and reached out his hand to pat the air in front of him - clang, clang.

So it was just that it was invisible to the naked eye. Harry was very sure that there was a car parked right in front of him. Well, judging from the height, the car was even floating in the air - in other words, a flying, invisible Muggle car?
"If I remember correctly, Mr. Weasley works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department?" Harry grinned. He hammered twice on the hood of the car, making a clanking sound. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department?"

Obviously, if converting a Muggle car into a flying magical car is not considered abuse, then there is probably no such thing as abuse of magic in this world - Harry is sure that the Statute of Secrecy prohibits wizards from doing this, because arbitrarily modifying Muggle items can easily attract the attention of Muggles.

"Oh, if that's the question, Dad will probably give you a complete explanation," Fred chuckled, "but don't expect us to remember that explanation."

"Honestly, just our words probably can't make you imagine how obsessed Dad is with everything related to Muggles." George sighed deeply, "Our shed is full of Muggle things. If Dad brings people from the Ministry of Magic to search our house, he will probably have to arrest himself."

Harry had rarely seen sadness on the twins' faces, but now he was sure he saw it.

"Well, if Mr. Weasley is interested in Muggle items, I can probably explain some of the more common things to him," Harry shrugged and glanced into the car. "So where's Ron? This car should be the big toy he described in the letter, right? I thought he would come with you and show it off to me."

"Oh, showing off." Fred nodded repeatedly, "Harry, you finally hit the point."

"Oh my god, you can't imagine how annoying Ron became after he came back that day," George sighed in a tone of having survived a disaster. "For several weeks in a row, he kept talking about the interesting Muggle items in the Granger family, which almost drove Dad crazy. You know, he was itching to get them."

"Yes, he kept repeating it over and over again," Fred said, "so much so that later, when Ron said the first word, even Ginny learned to run away with the bowl in her arms as soon as she could."

To be honest, what Fred and George said surprised Harry. He was not surprised that Ron focused on one thing and told the story over and over again, but he was surprised that his good friend did not tell anyone about the Suitcase World when he was telling the story over and over again - you know, they didn't just play for a long time at Granger's house that day, the party in the Suitcase World was the big deal.

It seems that although they both like telling stories, Ron is much more tight-lipped than Hagrid...even when facing his family.

While Harry was thinking, Fred and George continued to complain about Ron's annoyingness, those tormenting stories, and Mr. Weasley looking haggard because of those Muggle appliances Ron described... and so on.

You and I were talking back and forth, and finally, something couldn't be held back anymore, or rather - people?

"That's enough! You two idiots!" Ron popped his head out from the back seat of the car, his face flushed red. "Stop making up stories - making up stories - talking nonsense! I didn't do those things!!"

"Hey, hey, little Ronnie? There are so many people at home. It's no use even if you deny it. Harry will know it sooner or later."

"And, my dear little Ronnie?" George turned around from the co-pilot seat and said in a long voice, "Do you feel that since the beginning of this vacation, you seem to lack the proper respect for your two brothers?"

"Oh, I thought I was the only one who felt this way, my dear George," Fred said in a pinched voice, "Perhaps little Ronnie needs an unforgettable memory? Just like that time many years ago, a furry-"

"The one with many legs—"

"Round, or maybe not that round—"

"Shut up!" Ron's face suddenly turned red, and he looked like he wanted to punch each of his two brothers, "Don't mention that! Or do you two want to be spanked by your mother until you can't get out of bed?!"

"Both sides will suffer losses," Fred nodded and said.

"No one wants that outcome," George continued, "Obviously, we have to call a truce for now - but I have to say, you have indeed grown up a little, little Ronnie - although only a little." "Need I say more? Who do you think I am?" It was rare to hear Fred and George give in, so Ron immediately said in high spirits: "But stop talking nonsense, get in the car! Harry! Just come in with your suitcases, the space in the car is much larger than you think!"

"...Is this why you've been hiding in the back seat of the car?" Harry looked at Ron speechlessly. Even if he used his butt to think, he could guess what his good friend was thinking. It was nothing more than scaring him when he opened the door.

Perhaps Ron had wanted to jump out since Fred and George started to complain about how annoying he was, but he still forced himself to hold it back... until he finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Hehe" Facing Harry's gaze, Ron just laughed dryly twice without explaining.

The space inside the car was much more spacious than Harry had imagined. The back row could accommodate not only three people, but even thirty people - oh, thirty people was still impossible, but it was definitely enough for six or seven people.

There was no doubt that this was definitely the work of the Stretch Charm, and Harry was very sure that he had found another violation by Mr. Weasley... The Stretch Charm was also an independent spell that could not be cast at will.

Well, that was the law of wizarding society, and it fit with what Harry had always known about it, which was that nobody cared about it - at least, most of the time.

The four of them chatted and laughed as they drove towards the Burrow. uh, that's the name of the Weasleys' house. Anyway, they just flew over there. No one noticed that an invisible car was flying over their heads. To be honest, this feeling was quite interesting.

It's not like Harry hasn't ridden a flying mount before, but now he was sitting inside a mount, wrapped in iron sheets. The feeling of a flying car was still a little different after all.

The Weasley family lived outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. Like Godric's Hollow, it was also a half-wizard, half-Muggle settlement. But to be honest, when Harry really saw the Burrow with his own eyes, he was sure that it was very different.

By now, Harry has seen many houses of wizarding families, such as mansions like Malfoy Manor, and houses hidden in Muggle communities like the Potter house. Most of those houses look no different from Muggle houses and are very normal.

And those Muggles can also see the houses of wizarding families. On weekdays, everyone is just like any normal good neighbors, and sometimes they even visit each other's homes - of course, the wizarding family must hide any supernatural phenomena in the house when Muggles come to visit.

But now, Harry was 100% or even 90% sure that the Weasleys would never invite any Muggles to their home, because that would be absolutely abnormal and would be a violation of the Statute of Secrecy.

Compared to the normal-looking Potter's house, the Burrow is a crooked house that is several stories high, at least six stories high. To be honest, Harry started to worry just by seeing the house, because it looked like it would collapse at any time.

Of course, apart from magic, what else can ensure that this dilapidated building will remain standing?

The house had a beautiful red roof with four or five chimneys on it. When Harry got out of the car, he saw a sign stuck diagonally in front of the house with the word The Burrow written on it - was it really called that?
To be honest, when Harry first heard this word from Ron, he thought it was just Ron being modest... Well, Harry really didn't expect this word to be realistic.

Just from the first impression.

In front of the door stood a pair of muddy boots and a tattered, rusty cauldron. Just before landing on the flying car, Harry saw through the car window a small pond on the other side of the house with several white ducks swimming in it - there was even a pigsty against the wall with two domestic pigs eating inside.

"Welcome, Harry." Ron patted Harry's shoulder heavily and grinned, "Welcome to my home. Uh... it's not that great here, is it?"

Ron looked a little uneasy.

"No, it's great." Harry gave his truest opinion without hesitation, "I think this house is the most like a place where wizards should live that I have ever seen - it fits the Muggles' fantasy of wizards very well."

"That's a compliment, right, Harry?" Putting his arm around Harry's shoulders, George whispered, "We'll go over from the side, and Fred will park the car where it should be... You know, we're sneaking out to pick you up."

Ron and the other two probably set out before dawn, or to be more precise, at midnight. After all, the village of Ottery St. Catchpole was quite far from Godric's Hollow. Only in this way could they arrive at the Potter's house at eight o'clock in the morning when the sky was just getting light.

Similarly, this also meant that when Harry and his companions arrived at the Burrow, the sun had already passed the midline and had even set halfway again.

"...Are you sure Mrs. Weasley won't be angry when she sees us?" Harry asked in a low voice. It was only halfway through the journey that he heard Fred mention that they had sneaked out in the middle of the night.

Well, I stole Mr. Weasley's car, now I'm committing a more serious crime.

"Don't worry, Harry, we have a legitimate reason," George said nonchalantly, "We'll pick you up and bring you home - listen, Ginny will be so happy, she's been talking about you for almost the entire holiday, but Ron never gets tired of hearing about you no matter what he says."

"Ah, I didn't expect that I would meet such a fanatical supporter in your house." Harry tried to match the name Ginny with the little girl in his mind.

He had met Mrs. Weasley at King's Cross Station before and after the first year. To be honest, in Harry's memory, the little girl standing next to Mrs. Weasley had always been very shy. She never looked him in the eye and always hid behind Mrs. Weasley's body - it was hard to imagine that she would be his fanatical supporter.

"Fanatical supporters, is that what you always call your fans? Isn't that a bit too cold?" George whispered, "And there's no need to be so surprised. You're a big celebrity. Brother, do you see that direction? Go along the road and enter the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. The wizards living here are basically all your fans. At least everyone supports you to win the lawsuit against the Ministry of Magic and teach those good-for-nothings a lesson."

"Thank you, I will try my best." Harry rubbed his forehead and said, "I just thought that the Weasley family should be the same as you... well, not so affected by my fame."

"We are special, Harry, more than just whimsical ideas," George said with a smile, "You can't expect everyone to be like us, we are geniuses!"

"Yes, genius!" A sudden voice interrupted George's words. It could be said that the words were uttered through gritted teeth. A thick female voice said, "So what did my genius son do?!"

Harry turned around and saw Mrs. Weasley, whom he had seen before, walking towards here from the depths of the yard. Behind her, Fred and Ron were following her like eggplants hit by frost... at least that was what it looked like on the surface.

Fred was rubbing his ears, and it was obvious that he had been scolded.

"Good morning, Mom," George said, raising his voice and pretending nothing had happened, "Look who's here—there are guests at home!"

Harry understood exactly what role he played here - a shield to keep Mrs. Weasley from getting angry.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, we meet again." Harry sighed silently, took a step forward, bowed first and said, "I'm really sorry for coming here in such a presumptuous way. Thanks to Fred and George, otherwise it would be quite troublesome for me to come here."

At the critical moment, Harry finally supported his brother.

"Oh, Harry, hello, nice to see you." The lady in a plaid apron with a wand in her pocket was obviously interrupted by her anger. She smiled and said to Harry, "Welcome, come in and sit down, I'll prepare dinner."

George breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)