At 4 o’clock in the morning, Lily was awakened by the sound of a noisy car horn. She opened the corner of the curtain and found an old car parked on the street downstairs, honking its horn non-stop, thinking of Fred and George The feat of driving a speeding car to pick up people, Lily knew who this classic car belonged to, Lily asked the elf to tell them to stop honking, although the “alarm clock” worked well, but Lily felt that people a hundred miles away would Overwhelmed by the shock, Lily slipped on a pink leather jacket and headed downstairs with a suitcase and breakfast basket.

When the car door was opened, there were three dazzling red hair and four sets of teeth shining in the dark. Mr. Weasley, the twins and Harry greeted Lily warmly. Mr. Weasley started the car, “It’s a bit early today, but That way the Muggles won’t pay attention to us,” Lily and Harry wanted to say at the same time, no wonder! “Molly and I don’t feel at ease with you coming to the Burrow by yourself. It’s dangerous for a little wizard to go out alone without the company of the elders, so I drove to pick you up, although Molly disagreed…Of course, I can take you Delivered safely.” The car swayed and crashed into the utility pole of the safety green belt, Lily and Harry’s eyes widened in horror, fortunately those obstacles jumped away as if they had their own feet, it seems that Weasley Madam’s worry is justified, her husband’s driving skills are really not that good, and the wizard probably doesn’t have a driver’s license!Immediately after the car flew up, Harry and Lily’s faces turned pale.

George began to adjust the atmosphere. He said: “Ron is going to pick you up, but he fell asleep. Our car is not big enough so we have to let him sleep at home. He has been clamoring for a car before.”,

“George, didn’t you feed him sleep bug slime?” Fred said.

“You did it, Fred,” said George.

Fred said firmly, “No, I didn’t, it must have been taken by our little brother himself for a good night’s sleep.”

Everyone burst into laughter because of the amusing of the pair. Lily shared the beef sandwiches and milkshakes in the breakfast basket with everyone. Lily happily settled the two sandwiches. The car arrived at the Burrow safely at dawn.

They parked next to a run-down garage in a small clearing, and Harry saw the Weasleys’ house for the first time.

It seemed that it had once been a large stone house, but rooms had been added. It was several stories high and crooked, as if it had been built by magic. (Harry reminded himself that it was possible.) Four or five chimneys rose from the red roof.Next to the door, there is a sign standing on the ground with asymmetric left and right sides that says “The Burrow”.A pair of Wellington boots and a rusty cauldron lay by the front door.Some brown chicks were pecking at the ground.

Mrs Weasley was coming across the yard, the chickens were scurrying around, and suddenly the plump, kindly woman looked like a saber-toothed tiger.

“Yeah,” Fred called.

“My God,” exclaimed George.

Mr. Weasley covered his face.

Mrs Weasley stopped in front of them, her hands behind her back, her eyes shifting from the three apologetic faces.

She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand in the pocket.

“Okay,” she said.

“Good morning, Mother,” said George, with mock smugness.

“You know how worried I was last night?” Mrs. Weasley whispered horribly.

“I’m sorry, Mother, but look, we—”

The three men in front of Mrs. Weasley were afraid of offending her.

Mr. Weasley jerked his hand away and looked at his wife apologetically.

“Molly, we just went sightseeing and picked up our little guest”

“Yes, Arthur, by the way,” said Mrs Weasley with a twinkle in her eyes, “Imagine a wizard buying a rusty wreck and telling his wife he just wanted to take it apart and see It works. And in fact he casts a spell that makes the car fly.”

Mr. Weasley blinked.

“Gee, dear. I think you’d understand that even if the law allowed it, he could be suspended. Well, even if he could do a better job. Well, tell his wife the truth… you know, the law has loopholes… …As long as he doesn’t drive the car away, the thing that the car can fly will-“

“Arthur Weasley, I’m sure there was a loophole when you wrote the law!” cried Mrs. Weasley, “take all the Muggle rubbish out of your cabin with your big boiler! Tell you, today Harry came here in your flying car this morning!”

“The bed is empty! No note! The car is gone…was there a car accident…worry to death…do you know?…I’ve lived so long, I’ve never tried this before…if someday you break I wouldn’t be surprised at the neck!”

“Jesus…” Fred murmured.

The admonishment lasted for several 10 minutes.When Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry and Lily, her throat was hoarse. Harry took a few steps back in fright, and Lily burst into stars. Mrs. Weasley is really a queen.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, “come in for breakfast.” She turned and led them back into the house.After a nervous glance at Mr. Weasley, who was nodding his head encouragingly, Harry followed her.

The kitchen is small and rather cramped.Look around, there are wiped clean wooden tables and chairs in the middle.Harry and Lily sat carefully on the edge of their seats.Harry had never been to a wizard’s house, and Lily had never invited him to hers.

The big clock on the wall facing away from him has only one pointer and no numerals at all.Just fill the edges with words like “time to make tea”, “time to feed the chickens” and “late”.

On the ledge are three thick stacks of books titled Making Your Cheese Tasty, Cooking Rendezvous, and 1 Minute Dinner Party – amazing!If Harry heard me right, the old radio by the pool had just announced that it was “Witching Hour, hosted by the ever-popular wizard singer”.

Mrs. Weasley was rattling around in the kitchen, making breakfast casually; she glanced at her sons with some disgust as she poured sausages into the frying pan.She babbled “I don’t know what you’re thinking” and “I can’t believe it” and “I don’t blame you honey,”

She assured Harry as she poured the first sausage onto Harry’s plate. “Arthur and I were worried about you too. We were talking last night that if you didn’t write back to Ron by Friday we were going to pick you up and Lily. But really, (she added three more Fried eggs for him.) Not in an old car, driving an illegal car in the middle of the country—anyone could see your—”

She simply pointed at the sink with her wand, and the washing started automatically, with a soft jingle.

“Mum, it was cloudy,” said Fred.

“Shut up while you’re eating!” interrupted Mrs. Weasley.

“I have confidence in my driving skills!” said Mr. Weasley.

“Oh, did you?” said Mrs. Weasley, whose ears were red, and whose expression softened a lot when she cut the bread and buttered Lily.

That’s when a short, redheaded man in pajamas shows up in the kitchen and brings a twist.She screamed softly and ran out again.

“Ginny,” George whispered to Harry. “My sister. She’s been talking about you all summer.”

“Yeah, she’s been wanting your autograph, Harry,” Fred murmured, but when he saw his mother looking at him, he ate and said nothing.No one said a word until several dishes were cleaned in a very short period of time.

“Oh, I’m tired,” said Fred, yawning, putting down his fork and knife. “I think I’m going to bed—”

Mr. Weasley put down his knife and fork with a wink and said, “There is still a meeting today. I’m going back to the Ministry of Magic first. The children should go to bed. I love you, Molly.” Mr. Weasley disappeared with a puff. .

Fred muttered to Harry and Lily just as Mrs. Weasley was puffing up like a deflated bullfrog.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the room.”

They slipped out of the kitchen and down a narrow passage to a craggy staircase that wound its way up the whole house.On the third floor, the door is slightly open.Before the door slammed shut, Harry saw a pair of bright brown eyes staring at him.

“Ginny,” George said. “Go up to sleep, take Lily—” Lily followed her up.

They climbed two more flights of stairs until they came to a door with peeling paint and a small metal trim that said “Ron’s Room”.George and Fred showed him to the door.

Harry walked in, his head almost touching the sloping roof, blinking curiously.It was as if he had stepped into a kang: almost everything in the room was bright orange: the bed, the walls, even the ceiling.

It was only then that Harry discovered that Ron had plastered nearly every inch of the battered wallpaper with seven identical posters of wizards and witches, all wearing bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks and flying energetically.

Seeing that Ron was still sleeping, Harry consciously sat on another cot

Ron’s spellbooks were cluttered in a corner, next to a pile of comic books all about “Martin Mig, Mad Mag.”Ron’s wand rested on a fishbowl full of tadpoles on the windowsill, next to his fat squirrel, Scabbers, dozing in the sun.

Harry stepped over a pile of automatically shuffled cards on the floor and looked out the small window.In the far field he saw a group of goblins slinking back, one by one, through the Weasleys’ hedge.

Harry pulled up the covers and lay on the bed, thinking this was the best house he’d ever lived in before falling asleep.

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