Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 124 Ron's Golden Idea ( Yuan Bonus Celebration)
The first thing Harry saw when he returned to the Burrow was a goblin that was growing bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

Fortunately, he was agile and was not hit in the face by the flying goblin.

Harry dodged swiftly and looked towards the Weasleys' vegetable garden.

The Weasleys were all having fun pulling gnomes out of the vegetable garden, and Ron was having a particularly good time, swinging the gnome around like a windmill.

There was a constant stream of "Let me go" in the garden, but it was of no use and the goblins were thrown out one after another.

"Yo, Harry."

After seeing Harry, Ron wiped the sweat off his face and greeted Harry: "Are you back?"

"Well, I'm back." Harry said with a smile, "Do you need my help? Throwing goblins with you?"

As he spoke, he walked forward and bent over the peony bush next to Ron.

After all, Harry was a Seeker, so his eyesight was very strong. He saw a sneaky goblin almost instantly.

The goblin looked up, saw Harry looking at him, and gave an embarrassed smile.

Harry didn't care about anything and picked up the goblin and threw it into the air, kicking it in a classic arc. The goblin flew far away with a scream.

Ron put his hands on the awning, and the perfect arc made him have to praise him: "Well done, Harry... But we are almost done. Mom will stew potatoes for you tonight, and you will have a good time again."

"Really?" Harry was quite happy, after all, meat and potatoes stew was his favorite.

"Where's Pappy?" Ron asked again.

"Pappy isn't feeling well, so I left him at a friend's house to let him take care of himself," Harry said to Ron. "I hope he can come up with a good solution."

"Oh." Ron responded. He remembered what Harry had said about the attack by the You-Know-Who in the Forbidden Forest, so he added, "I hope she gets better soon. I remember she was bitten by the You-Know-Who."

"No," Harry corrected, "Voldemort just used a spell on her and chased her for a long time. I stopped him when he was about to hurt her."

Ron shuddered at the name.

"That hurts, mate." Ron sighed. "She's a tough lady, isn't she?"

"Yes." Harry nodded in agreement.

Mr. Flamel, who was far away in Paris, sat on the sofa and fell into silence for a long time after using alchemical potions to treat Papi's body.

Pappy slept for a while, and seeing Mr. Flamel still in a daze, he asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Mr. Flamel?"

Mr. Flamel looked up, groaned, and said, "That's what happens when you get older. You don't get much sleep... So sometimes I just sit on the sofa and stare blankly until dawn, then take a nap."

"Will this affect my health?" Pabbie asked naively.

Mr. Flamel slowly turned his head and looked at Pappy with a caring look for a fool.

That look seemed to be saying - Are you talking about health with a man over 600 years old?
Pappy smiled shyly. She suddenly remembered the gift Harry brought, and said, "Oh, Mr. Flamel, Harry brought gifts for you and Mrs. Flamel. I remember Harry said it's suitable for bored old people like you to while away the time - don't you want to try it?"

When they arrived at Flamel's alchemy room, Harry handed the gift he was carrying to the house-elf Dicko.

And Dicko was busy introducing Harry to a wife and children, so he forgot about this matter.

After Papi said this, Dicko remembered this matter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flamel, it's Dicko's fault."

"It doesn't matter. Where is the gift?" Mr. Flamel asked with interest. "Since Harry said it suits me, I must try it."

After a while, Dicko took out the computer that Harry gave him.

The classic 486 desktop computer cost Harry more than two thousand pounds.

Harry also specially had someone install the latest version of Windows 3.1 operating system released in April, and installed a few small games in it.

Flamel's alchemy room was powered on, and under Pappy's guidance, the computer was quickly lit up.

As expected of a legendary alchemist, Mr. Flamel quickly understood how to operate the computer after taking the instruction manual.

"I have to admit that the Muggle technology is also worthy of praise."

Mr. LeMay moved his mouse, staring intently at the monitor, the cursor moving rapidly across the screen, clicking refresh aimlessly.

"But...how do I kill time?"

While speaking, Mr. LeMay suddenly noticed an icon on the desktop with the words "Sid Meier's Civilization Ⅰ" marked below it.

This is a game that was released last year to great acclaim.

"What is this?" He double-clicked it to open it with interest.

Twenty hours later...

Mr. Flamel yawned and looked out the window.

"Oh, why is it dark?" he asked.

"No, Mr. Flamel," Pappy said, grimly, "it's the next day."

Mr. Lemay was stunned for a moment. He looked at the mouse in his hand, looked out the window, and then turned his eyes back to the computer.

"I think life has other meanings, such as... computers." He said in a light tone, "But this way of connecting electricity is not suitable for our wizard family. Let me think..."

……

Harry didn't know that the computer he gave away had cultivated an elderly internet addict. As September 1st was approaching, he prepared to leave for school.

Before leaving, he received a letter from Mr. Flamel, which roughly meant that Pappy would need to recuperate for a few days before returning, and asked Harry not to worry.

On the first day of school, they got out of bed almost as soon as the rooster crowed, and after a quick breakfast, Mr. Weasley called everyone to set off together.

"Have you packed everything?" Mr. Weasley asked with a smile.

"It's ready, Dad." Several children said in unison - most of their luggage was placed in Harry's wallet, which was very convenient.

Mr. Weasley stood beside the Ford and patted it.

"Come on, kids, get in the car."

"This car..." Harry hesitated, "Can it accommodate so many of us?"

He calculated that if Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur sat in the front, the back meant that the five Weasley children plus him would have to sit.

This is obviously a sedan, and the back seat can only accommodate three people at most.

This reminded him of the Indians on TV when he was at the Dursleys' house.

My God, a van can actually fit more than thirty people.

"Don't worry, Harry." Mr. Weasley smiled kindly, "Let alone the few of you, even if we add Bill and Charlie, there's plenty of room."

Fred and George squeezed in first, followed by Percy, Ginny and Ron. "Come in quickly." Ron reached out to pull Harry.

Harry stepped into the car and was surprised to find that the back seat was wider than the benches in the auditorium.

"Muggles are cleverer than we thought,' said Mrs. Weasley. 'You wouldn't think it's so spacious from the outside, would you?"

"Yes—" the five children said in unison, stretching out their voices.

Harry had expected Mr. Weasley to make the car fly, but it didn't - he drove all the way onto the motorway, just like the Muggles, and chatted eagerly with them when he reached the toll booth.

"This is really amazing, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley retracted his head from the car window: "We don't have to pay when we go there, but we have to pay when we come back..."

"So you will definitely choose to fly back when you come back, right?" Fred said suddenly.

George immediately took over the conversation: "Dad is really stupid. He didn't even take us to experience the feeling of flying."

The two twins poked and prodded Ginny's arm.

Ginny understood and said, "Dad is really not cool at all."

What dad would tolerate not being a 'cool dad'? Hearing what Little Cotton-padded Jacket said, Mr. Weasley immediately said, "Well, since it's the kids' request..."

He put his hand on a joystick.

"No! Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley roared.

"But, Molly, the children..." Mr. Weasley tried to argue.

"I mean no, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband. "What if someone finds out in broad daylight? You'll lose your job!"

"No one will see it, Molly." Mr. Weasley was still obsessed with being a cool dad. "Look, this is the invisibility booster - just push this button and the car will become invisible..."

But seeing his wife's expression, Mr. Weasley chose to follow his heart.

"Okay, kids, it's not that Dad is uncool," he said helplessly.

It was already half past ten when we arrived at King's Cross Station.

But it doesn’t matter, there is still half an hour, enough for them to pass.

After parking the car, the Weasleys and Harry stepped out of the car one by one, amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd around them.

Harry's ears worked better, and he could hear words like 'India' being said among the crowd.

When they reached the platform, they stopped.

"Percy first, then Fred and George." Mrs. Weasley directed, "Ginny, darling, your father and I will take you in, Ron and Harry, you follow behind me."

Following Mrs. Weasley's instructions, Percy and the others entered the platform one after another.

Finally it was Ron and Harry's turn, and they walked towards the wall together...

"Wait." Harry suddenly grabbed Ron and said with a frown, "It seems...something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Ron said as he walked inside, and his head hit the wall with a dull "bang".

This time the impact was very solid.

"Hahaha..." Harry laughed in glee.

"Oh shut up Harry."

After Ron finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I think we should think of a way," he added, "the train will leave soon. If we miss the train, we will be punished by the professors!"

"Don't you think it's weird?" Harry looked up and down at the hidden wall leading to the platform. "There are still more than 20 minutes before the train leaves. Logically, the entrance shouldn't be sealed..."

Just as he finished speaking, Hermione's voice sounded from behind.

"Harry, Ron?"

"Hermione!" Ron grinned. He looked behind Hermione and didn't see her parents. "Why did you come here alone? Where are your parents?"

"They have something to do at home, so they have to go back first." Hermione looked a little worried. "Dad said that the British pound is not doing well recently, so he wants to exchange some for US dollars."

"Oh." Ron didn't ask any more questions about his blind spot in knowledge, but said, "Okay, but I don't recommend you rush into the platform. The magic on it seems to have failed, and the fake wall has become real."

"Really?" Hermione asked doubtfully.

"Look if you don't believe me." Ron reached out and lifted his hair, revealing his red and swollen forehead.

Hermione wanted to draw her wand and cast a healing spell on Ron, but considering the many Muggles on the platform, she gave up the idea.

"The most urgent thing is to find a way to get into the platform," Ron said anxiously. "If I get warned or deducted points from school for not catching the bus, my parents will scold me!"

"It's too late to explain." Harry said, "I'd better try to break this spell-"

"No! Harry!" Hermione grabbed his arm, "We are not allowed to cast spells outside of school. Think about the ban you received before! They will expel you and send you to Azkaban!"

A golden idea suddenly popped into Ron's mind.

"Hey, I have an idea. We can take a car! Dad's car!"

"Car?" Hermione frowned and asked, "Are you familiar with the road conditions? I mean, do you know which road to take from London to the Scottish Highlands?"

"I don't know, but cars can fly." Ron said somewhat proudly, "We can follow the Hogwarts Express and fly all the way to school..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Weasley's voice appeared from behind Ron.

"I have to admit, this is a good idea," he said, "provided I didn't hear - OK, kids, the problem is solved, let's go in."

Ron shrugged, regretting that he couldn't experience the fast and furious experience in the sky.

To be honest, flying in the sky actually feels pretty good.

As Harry entered Platform Nine and Three Quarters, he saw Fred and George standing there dejectedly.

"This joke is too much!" Mrs. Weasley cursed angrily, "Oh my God, if your father hadn't found it in time, Harry and Ronnie would have been trapped outside!"

Ron was a little shocked. He didn't expect that he would have such an intimate contact with the wall because of a prank played by his two brothers.

Then he felt a little relieved. This was not the first time that the clone brothers had played a prank on him - or rather, it was not the worst one.

"Oh, so they are the trouble?" Hermione raised her little face, her big rabbit-like teeth sparkling in the sunlight.

"Hello, Hermione, dear." Mrs. Weasley turned and greeted Hermione: "Yes, you are right, the two of them are a walking trouble -"

"No way!" the twins retorted in unison.

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