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"These are two different things!"

Ron looked intently at Harry Potter, gesturing with his hands.

"Didn't you notice their expressions and demeanor while they were investigating the case?"

"And, and their professional demeanor."

Ron gestured wildly as he spoke, seemingly very happy.

"Most of my attention at the time was focused on figuring out how long it would take to get those few Aurors I had placed there."

Harry Potter shrugged, and his words left Ron completely stunned.

"By the way, do you want to take a shower first? If not, I'll go now."

With that, Harry Potter walked toward the bathroom on his own, leaving Ron standing there alone.

Only after Harry Potter disappeared from sight did Ron mutter with a strange expression, "Is this the difference between me and a superhero?"

It was already quite late when we got back to the hotel.

So after washing up, the two didn't have much time to rest before they hurriedly got up to catch their train.

"This has really been the busiest Christmas I've ever had."

The two finally managed to squeeze onto the train with their luggage. Ron, with darkness in his eyes, spoke weakly.

"Do you still want to go to the bar?"

"go with!"

Why not go!

"Let's go again before we go back to school. It's the first time I've ever been to such an interesting place."

The mention of bars immediately energized Ron, as if he were recalling those hot and sexy women.

"Then how dare you say you were in a hurry?"

Harry Potter rolled his eyes at him and said irritably.

"Isn't this just telling the truth? I didn't say I didn't like it."

They spent several hours swaying and rocking on the train, and arrived in the afternoon.

As soon as Harry Potter got off the train, he saw Ron's mother and father standing on the platform with a little blonde girl.

They waved excitedly as soon as they saw them, and there was a big sign next to them that said Harry Potter.

Those who knew them were there to pick someone up, but those who didn't would probably think they were there to chase after celebrities.

"here!"

"Ron, Harry!"

From afar, Ron's mother called out to them. The moment Harry's name was mentioned, along with the sign that read "Harry Potter," everyone around turned to look.

"See, I knew it would turn out like this."

Ron shrugged like Harry Potter, then covered his face as if feeling a little embarrassed.

"I don't think it'll be a problem then. Don't you think it's very friendly?"

"If you don't mind, that would be best."

Since the parties involved didn't care, Ron naturally wouldn't say anything more.

As soon as the two got off the train, Ron's mother, Mrs. Molly, warmly greeted them.

“Oh, Harry, the last time I saw you was at Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. You look like a big kid now.”

“Ron has told us a lot about you in his letters. You’re a really proud kid.”

Mrs. Molly was a very sentimental person, and her eyes even reddened slightly as she spoke.

"Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Molly."

Looking at the enthusiastic woman in front of him, Harry Potter smiled and said sincerely.

Harry Potter was always exceptionally friendly to those who were kind to him.

"Mom, I haven't introduced you to Harry yet."

Ron spoke with a hint of helplessness about his mother.

Then he turned to Harry Potter and said, "This is my mother, I believe she needs no introduction."

“This is my father. He is very interested in Muggle things, as I think I have already told you.”

“This is my sister, and she’s the only girl in our family. She’s interested in you.”

After introducing his family in just a few words, Harry Potter greeted everyone politely, and the family headed home.

The first meal was naturally eaten at home.

The other children in the family had not yet returned; Harry and Ron had left early by going through Dumbledore's back door.

Before going to the station, Ron's mother prepared a variety of delicious ingredients, so that when they got home, they only needed to do some simple preparation before they could start eating.

While Mrs. Molly was cooking, Harry Potter chatted with Ron's father and Ginny.

Both of them were very easy to talk to, especially Ron's father, whose eyes lit up when he saw the trinkets from the fast food restaurant that Harry Potter had brought out.

"Oh, what beautifully crafted little things! These must be very valuable!"

"No, they're not expensive at all, just some children's toys. But if we're really talking about something else, I think you'll be interested in this."

Harry Potter smiled and handed the phone he had stolen earlier to Mr. Arthur.

Mr. Arthur's expression became somewhat agitated upon seeing the phone in Harry's hand.

"Is this a cell phone?"

“Mr. Arthur is right, this is the communication tool in the Muggle world.”

Harry Potter, holding the phone, smiled and instructed Ron's father on how to use it.

Of course, they didn't forget Ginny, who was standing nearby. They used their phones to play a game, which made the little girl very happy.

Seeing how Harry Potter won over his family with just a few words, they completely forgot about him.

Ron lay on the sofa like a salted fish.

He suddenly felt like he was the guest, and Harry Potter was the son of the family.

The cheerful atmosphere continued.

After enjoying a sumptuous dinner at Ron's house that evening, Harry Potter led the group to the yard.

He took out the pistol he had prepared beforehand.

Of course, the bullets have already been removed.

"Before I came here, I knew that Mr. Arthur liked things from the Muggle world. It just so happened that someone gave me these. I'm not allowed to bring these things to Hogwarts. I think Mr. Arthur will like them."

"Is this a pistol?"

Arthur truly deserves to be the person in the Ministry of Magic who has the deepest understanding of Muggles.

He recognized it at a glance and exclaimed excitedly.

"This is a Muggle weapon. Some people in our Ministry of Magic have had it, but it's extremely difficult to obtain, even in the Muggle world."

Arthur took the pistol and said with a look of delight.

"I heard that this weapon is quite powerful, almost comparable to those black magic spells."

"It's not that exaggerated. This is just the most basic gunpowder weapon. However, it is easy to operate and does not require much skill. Ordinary people can become proficient in using it after a few days of training."

"If you hit a vital point, you can easily take someone's life."

"Oh my god, is it that dangerous?"

Mrs. Molly gasped in surprise, staring incredulously at the metal lump in front of her.

"Can I try, Harry?"

"The Ministry of Magic has very strict control over this kind of thing. I've been trying to apply for a chance, but I haven't been successful yet."

"Of course, no problem, but we need to find a spacious, deserted place to avoid accidental injury."

"Is this really safe? Is everything alright?"

Mrs. Molly said with some concern.

"Don't worry, Mom, everything will be alright."

“Even if there are problems, Harry can handle them; this thing is no threat to him at all.”

Ron, who had already seen a pistol and even fired a few shots, spoke calmly.

"Harry can catch bullets with his bare hands."

The concept of catching a bullet with bare hands might not resonate with most people.

However, after Ron replaced the bullets with the Unforgivable Curse, the family's expressions immediately changed.

"Really, Harry?! How did you do that?!"