Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

"So you can drive?" Harry asked, sounding eager to try. "I can't drive..."

“I’ve learned it! Just step on the gas, turn the steering wheel…” He whispered in Harry’s ear, trying to keep it low, “Dad did a lot of magical modifications, so driving is easy!”

"Are you sure there won't be any problems? Does that count as casting magic?" Harry's tone became excited, but he was still a little worried. "You know, I just got a warning from the Ministry of Magic."

Ron put his luggage in the trunk. "This is Dad's car. We just sit in it and start it. We don't use any magic."

“That’s true!” Harry closed the trunk, left Hedwig in the back seat, closed the door, and fastened his seatbelt. “We didn’t use any magic!”

The moment Ron gripped the steering wheel, he suddenly, as if by some strange twist of fate, remembered a few words Weasley had said: if an accident occurred and Muggles noticed, the Ministry of Magic would hold Mr. Weasley accountable…

A scene will also come to mind—Arthur returning home after working all night, his dark circles so thick they look like they've been painted with ink, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion…

Ron suddenly shuddered and looked at Harry with some guilt. "Harry...why don't we wait? Dad should be back soon."

“Vizet also told me that Dad can give us useful advice. He also graduated from Hogwarts and must have encountered this kind of thing before.”

Hearing his best friend's words, Harry's restless heart calmed down a bit, and he nodded and said, "That's right, after all, driving a car into the sky is just too risky."

Ron forced a smile. "Anyway, school hasn't really started yet, so there shouldn't be any points deducted. Hermione doesn't need to worry about anything."

……

The two sat in the car for a while before finally seeing Arthur's surprised expression through the car window.

"What are you doing in the car? We've been looking for you at the station for ages!" Arthur opened the car door. "What happened?"

As Ron explained, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing bruises on it. "That wall was sealed off; they didn't even go inside. Look..."

"You've grown up! Our Ronald has grown up!" Molly said, her voice filled with emotion. She hugged Ron and kissed his face all over.

"Mom, we're outside... please don't do this..." Ron's face and neck instantly turned red, and even his ears turned the same color as his hair.

Seeing Molly's relieved expression, Harry felt a mix of envy and relief.

If they actually drove to Hogwarts, it's unimaginable how annoyed Molly would be...

Chapter 65: It's better to drive to Hogwarts yourself!

Arthur still had to go to work at the Ministry of Magic, but he took half a day off.

He dropped Ron and the others off at Charing Cross Road and then left in a hurry.

Molly led Ron and Harry the rest of the way and into the Leaky Cauldron.

Bald old Tom was wiping wine glasses when he spotted Harry immediately. "Oh! Harry! Today must be the first day of school, right?"

"Why are you back?" He thought he was too old, and glanced at the clock to check the time. "You missed the Hogwarts Express?"

"Yes! Luckily, my Ron is sensible!" Molly was in a good mood, smiling as she spoke to old Tom. "It's just a small matter. Arthur went back to the Ministry of Magic to have someone check it out."

“This kind of thing definitely needs to be investigated thoroughly, otherwise it will be troublesome if problems arise again.” Old Tom nodded in agreement. “What would you like?”

In a good mood, Molly showed her affection by patting Ron's head and asking, "What would you like to drink?"

Ron usually eats at home, so he was a little unaccustomed to this kind of question. "How about... hot chocolate?"

Molly looked to the side. "Harry, what about you?"

Harry scratched his head and finally said, "I wish I were like Ron."

Molly ordered, "Tom, two hot chocolates...no alcohol in them! You've done it before."

Old Tom has no teeth, and his smile has a strangely comical quality.

He chuckled and said, "I only went along with it because I saw you and Arthur coming together..."

"Alright, that's enough!" Molly glared at old Tom.

She bent down and instructed Ron and Harry, "Sit here for a while. Arthur will send a message to Hogwarts, and a professor will come to pick you up soon."

Harry asked curiously, "Won't it be too late to deliver the letter? The owl has to fly to Hogwarts, it shouldn't be that fast, right?"

“It’s another way.” Molly shook her head. “You guys sit here for a while, I’ll go wait for news at the door.”

Leaky Cauldron is, after all, a bar, and the variety of food it offers is limited, and the taste is, to put it mildly, disappointing.

Ron and Harry drank a cup of hot chocolate and ate two pieces of toast with butter.

"I want to eat chicken legs..." Ron missed the Hogwarts opening dinner.

As it approached 2 p.m., Molly grew anxious and instructed Ron and the others, "You all sit here, I'll go ask Arthur."

Watching Molly's figure disappear, Harry listlessly rocked his chair. "Ron, who do you think will come to pick us up?"

Ron tilted his head and guessed, "It should be Professor McGonagall, right? She's our Dean!"

Harry offered his own suggestion, "Professor McGonagall should be it, or Hagrid would be nice too!"

“That’s true!” Ron nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, it can't be Snape!" the two said in unison.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to grant your wish." A cold voice came from the doorway.

The sound sent a shiver down the spines of both Ron and Harry.

Darkness suddenly enveloped the Leaky Cauldron. Snape was still dressed in his black robes, his face as cold as frost.

He blocked the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, blocking out all the light that could get in.

A gentle breeze occasionally drifted into the bar, allowing light to struggle through the edges of the robes and into the interior.

"Hiss..." Harry and Ron exchanged a glance and gasped in unison.

Snape strode closer to them and looked down at them, asking, "Just the two of you?"

“And my mother…” Ron said weakly, “She didn’t see anyone and then she went out.”

“Then wait for her, and then we’ll set off.” Snape didn’t sit down, continuing to scrutinize Harry and Ron. “The platform entrance is blocked?”

“Hmm…” Ron and Harry simply nodded.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Weasley, didn't Professor McGonagall say that face-to-face communication is a matter of courtesy?"

“Uh…” Ron stiffly raised his head, feeling that his good luck had run out.

Snape crossed his arms. "Is there anything else? What did you all do after you found the entrance was sealed?"

“We’ll pack our things…and then go back to wait for Mom and Dad.” Ron’s voice grew weaker and weaker.

He now had a strong feeling that he was like a chocolate cup on the table, and Snape could find the chocolate residue at the bottom with just a glance.

“Tsk…” Snape frowned, his tone full of regret, “Gryffindor is really clever. I thought you guys would hijack a Muggle train and make it run to Hogwarts…”

“Severus Snape?” Molly appeared like a hero, standing in front of Ron and Harry. “Hogwarts sent you to pick them up.”

“This is bad news,” Snape said, pursing his lips. “Professor McGonagall needs to conduct the Sorting Ceremony, so I came here.”

"Okay..." Molly said with a hint of helplessness, but didn't say anything more.

"Let's go then," Snape said, and led the way out of the Leaky Cauldron.

The group walked through the streets until they came to a cold, empty space ahead.

A strange carriage was parked in the open space. Although there were no horses pulling it, the wheels would occasionally shake.

"If that's it, then we can make it to the opening banquet." Molly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the carriage.

She helped load the luggage onto the carriage, hugged Ron and Harry goodbye, and said, "Be careful on the road and behave well at school."

“I understand, Mom!” Ron nodded.

Harry did the same. "I will, Mrs. Weasley."

The two looked at the carriage with curiosity, but they didn't know how they would get to the school.

Snape stood outside the door, only sticking his wand inside. "Put your head in!"

Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, then obediently did as they were told, leaning their heads closer.

"Concealing one's form and hiding one's shadow!"

After the spell was cast, both Ron and Harry felt liquid trickling down their foreheads, a sensation that instantly enveloped their entire bodies, as if they had just taken a cold shower.

To their astonishment, they discovered that their heads had disappeared, followed by their bodies...

"What is this, Ron? Where are you?" Harry reached out haphazardly and touched Ron's ear.

"Behave yourselves! We're about to leave!" Snape frowned and cast a spell on the carriage, the luggage, and himself, "Concealment!"

Once everything was ready, Harry and Ron heard the creaking of the wheels turning, and the carriage tilted instantly, lifting them into the air as they ascended up the surrounding buildings.

In the blink of an eye, they were already in the air.

“I used to be afraid of heights…” Ron’s voice was tinged with fear, “Harry…look down…”

Harry was confused, but following Ron's instructions, he looked down and saw buildings getting smaller and smaller.

Before they knew it, they had flown high into the sky, surrounded by clouds.

Both of them had only one thought in their minds:

If I'd known I'd be flying to school anyway... I'd rather drive myself to Hogwarts than be picked up and dropped off by Snape!