A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 232 Merlin Medal... Is it that impressive?

Overall, this classic Ford can still be started, but because the engine is too old, it won't go very far.

Even the odometer has reached its limit.

This car is probably as "high-end" as Luxgen cars.

If I had to describe it...

It's a low-spec tractor in disguise;

It's a car that gas stations line the streets to welcome, and it can travel 100 miles on a full tank of gas.

It is a Mark III, a steel armored vehicle that strikes fear into the hearts of used car dealers.

"What if it's flying in the air?" Fred asked with concern.

"If we use magic to fly, that's a different problem altogether." William began testing the car's flight mechanism.

William was surprised to discover that Mr. Weasley was quite skilled with Quidditch brooms.

William had studied flying broomsticks. Although he wasn't extravagant enough to disassemble the Nimbus 2000, he had still studied the batch of old relics discarded by the school.

The car's flight device is actually the Seven Stars Sweep series.

In other words, you can think of this vehicle as a giant flying broom.

Mr. Weasley was an amateur, relying solely on his own research and various modifications... It would be a waste of his talent if he didn't become a developer at Nimbus Corporation.

"Flying for ten hours straight is no problem, but it's hard to say. This car is too heavy and has all sorts of problems. It might not last that long and something might break down."

After William used magic to examine it, he gave a rough estimate.

"Ten hours is enough," Ron said excitedly. "What about the invisibility device?"

William tapped the small button next to the instrument panel.

The car disappeared, but like a faulty light bulb, it quickly reappeared, flickering.

"It's just a simple illusion spell cast inside, and there's even a possibility that the magic power is insufficient."

Compared to his mastery of flying broomsticks, Mr. Weasley's work in this area was rather crude.

Perhaps he never intended to drive into the crowd.

"Can it be fixed?" George asked the most crucial question.

"Sure, I'll recreate a stable core using ancient runes. It'll be a bit troublesome, but it'll be very stable and won't easily become visible."

"Great!" Ron clapped his hands excitedly.

"So, what are you guys up to?" William asked, staring at Ron.

They kept asking all sorts of questions, clearly intending to drive the car away.

Ron explained, "Harry hasn't written back for almost a month since summer vacation started."

I had invited him to our house before, I wonder if something happened?

"By the way, Hermione, have you received Harry's reply?"

Hermione, who was fighting with Anne in the back row, shook her head. "I didn't receive it either. The letter I sent came back unopened."

"But my letter has disappeared," Ron said, puzzled.

William explained, "That's because I placed a ring on Hermione's owl's claws."

The ring is enchanted to prevent others from stealing the letter.

"So, someone is stealing the letters and cutting off Harry's connection with the outside world?" George asked doubtfully.

Ron said anxiously, "Then we should definitely go pick up Harry! How about tonight? Dad's working late, can we sneak into this car?"

The twins nodded.

"No, you'll be found out!" Hermione objected.

"We've been planning this for a long time, Hermione, don't stop us," Ron said nonchalantly.

"William, you're not going with us, are you?" Hermione squinted, her eyes filled with a menacing glint.

William quickly assured him, "No, it won't happen. It's just you and Annie at home, I'm worried about you."

Besides, it's pointless to stay up all night traveling by car instead of sleeping in bed.

Taking this beat-up little car to pick up Harry is equivalent to taking a hard-seat train overnight to another unfamiliar city.

In his previous life, William had even bought a ticket without a seat when traveling by train, so he had to bring his own folding stool and find a crowded corner to sit down.

That feeling will make you feel like you're in heaven.

"Of course, I don't recommend you go either." William's expression gradually turned serious.

"Consider Mr. Weasley's position; he is the head of the Department for the Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Products."

If the person in charge discovers that he has illegally modified Muggle items and allowed his son to use them, he will likely be placed on probation!

This is a crucial time; others may not know, but William is very well-informed.

Tonks, the Ministry of Magic's top agent number two, told him that the Ministry of Magic had recently introduced a new "Muggle Protection Act".

At the beginning of the month, Mr. Weasley and Mad-Eye formed a strike team to search the Malfoy house.

If Mr. Weasley's modifications to the car were exposed, Malfoy would certainly seize the opportunity to launch a media attack.

I wouldn't lose my job, but I'd definitely lose face in the department.

This is an absolutely outrageous and disastrous act.

The twin brothers abandoned their plan to pick up Harry by car; after William's reminder, they realized the seriousness of the situation.

Although they are mischievous, they would never do anything that would affect the family, especially their father's work.

"But William, didn't you say you could be completely invisible? With your skills, no one would be able to detect you," Ron said, unwilling to give up.

He studied the route to Harry's house for a long time.

William continued to persuade the stubborn kid. "Ron, Harry's house isn't on the other side of Weasel Hill, but in a Muggle neighborhood."

"What if you go looking for him in the middle of the night and alert the Muggles?"

Ron remained silent.

"William, can you use Apparition?" George asked.

Since driving isn't an option, the simplest method is to use a phantom mode.

"No, it's fine to use it here, but there are adult wizards all around."

If it were used at Harry's house, the Ministry of Magic would assume he was using magic and would definitely send a warning letter.

William also had clues, but the Ministry of Magic couldn't determine who was using magic, and Harry was the only underage wizard in the neighborhood where he lived.

The Ministry of Magic will definitely assume that he is the one using it.

"What should we do then?" Fred asked, puzzled. "We can't just abandon Harry, can we?"

"It's very simple." William smiled. "Just have Mr. Weasley go over there after he finishes working overtime these next couple of days. There's no rush."

Harry's situation is basically settled.

William modified the car's stealth device, and the group flew around in the deserted mountains for a while to test its performance.

It has superior performance and can be perfectly hidden, so it cannot be detected by Muggles.

In the evening, William took Anne and Hermione home.

William cooked again.

After the three of them finished eating, it was clearly Annie's turn to clear the dishes. She wiped her mouth, made a face, and hurriedly ran off to find Luna.

William sat in the yard enjoying the cool air, while Hermione used magic to clean up the dishes.

After tidying up, the girl lay down on the cool bamboo bench next to William, gently waving a fan woven from unicorn fur, and gazing at the sunset.

Soon, a beautiful owl flew in, and William received a letter.

William opened the letter and quickly read it through.

"Whose letter?" Hermione asked, turning to the side and resting her head on her right hand.

"Lockhart invited me to his book launch in Diagon Alley."

"Is this the wizard you invited to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in your letter?" Hermione asked.

"It's him."

William also lay down on the bench, the two benches side by side, rocking back and forth in unison.

"A new professor of dark magic... I wonder if this year's one is reliable?" Hermione looked worried.

Professor Quirrell had almost driven her to despair of the course, but fortunately William kept tutoring her and taking her through various practical exercises.

Hermione is far more capable than her peers.

"It should be reliable, I think. He got the Order of Merlin, Third Class," William said casually.

"To commend his courage in the face of dark creatures and his provision of methods of defense in his autobiographical work."

Hermione hummed in agreement, then asked, "Is the Order of Merlin, Class 3... really that impressive?"

"...It should be alright, right?" William asked uncertainly.

The girl tilted her head back, gazing at the twilight, and chuckled softly, "You are a second-class medalist, and the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin!"

Compared to you, I'm not that great.

Hearing Hermione's proud voice, William was both amused and exasperated: "Compared to me, he seems to be inferior."

"Be more confident, and drop the 'seems'!"

William took the fan from Hermione's hand. He was a little stronger, and after fanning himself, both of them felt a cool sensation.

They could have used magic to cool themselves down, but instead, neither of them did.

Hermione felt the gentle breeze, a slight smile playing on her lips. She turned to the side, gazing at him, remaining silent for a long time.

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