People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning.

"Get in, Harry," said Mr. Weasley, looking up and down the street.

Harry walked to the back of the car and Ron followed shortly after.

Ron looked around, "Where are Mom and the others?"

He just looked at the second car specifically, which only had their luggage and the driver.

Mr. Weasley glanced at his son. "Shouldn't you be happy? You know, when Molly came back and found you and Harry missing, she almost turned the Burrow upside down when she saw the letter you left behind. She rushed towards Sirius."

Ron choked as if on food. "A letter? But it's for Fred and George. They should—"

Mr. Weasley sighed, wondering how his youngest son could be so stupid.

"Well, of course they put the letter back unopened. They didn't want to run into Molly who was angry."

"What is this?" Harry exclaimed.

He was listening to the conversation between Mr. Weasley and Ron to relieve his worries.

But the way the Ministry of Magic driver drove really scared him.

The driver didn't seem to know how to drive in the Muggle world.

The car was always ramming the sidewalk, but it never hit anything: rows of lampposts, mailboxes and trash cans all jumped out of the way when the car approached, and returned to their original positions when it passed.

There was a traffic jam ahead and I didn't slow down.

But the amazing thing is that this car can easily pass through the gap that even the skinny Kreacher can hardly squeeze through.

This is so amazing.

"What?" Mr. Weasley was also watching the driver's magical operations, but he was not surprised. No, it would be more accurate to say that he could not find the reason why Harry was surprised.

He seemed to be used to all this.

"I mean how did it get through? The gap is so small," Harry added hastily.

Mr. Weasley explained, "This is an advanced use of the Confusion Charm, deceiving reality."

"For example, Hogwarts, although it is a ruin in the eyes of Muggles, there is a sign hanging at the entrance saying; 'Danger, Do Not Enter, Unsafe.' But the world is so big, there are always Muggles willing to take risks."

"We can't use the land temporarily, which would suddenly remind nearby Muggles of their urgent matters."

"If the base number is large, it will be too obvious. This requires the Ministry of Magic staff to do one-on-one work to modify the memory."

“It’s just too much work.”

"And the Leaky Cauldron. Why is it that in the past, Muggles often broke in accidentally, but now there are almost no such cases?"

“It’s all for one reason.”

"Objects or buildings that are affected by this confusion spell no longer exist relative to reality."

"Only creatures with magical powers can touch and reach it."

"Here we are."

They arrived at King's Cross Station, twenty minutes before the train arrived.

The Ministry's driver helped them find a luggage cart and unloaded their boxes.

He put his hand on the brim of his hat and touched it to Mr. Weasley, then drove away.

Relying on the car blessed by the Confusion Spell, it jumped to the front of the line of cars that were blocked by red lights and were motionless.

Mr. Weasley followed Harry closely until they entered the station.

"Now," he looked around at the students, "there are so many of us, and Harry is with me."

Ron looked at the sparse crowd around him, not knowing what to say.

He saw his old father simply abandon him and push Harry's luggage cart towards the railing separating platforms 9 and 10, and seemed very interested in the Intercity Train No. 9 that had just arrived at Platform 125.

"Follow my lead," said Mr. Weasley.

He gave Harry a meaningful look and leaned casually against the railing.

Harry followed his example.

After a while, they passed through the iron railings and fell onto Platform 9 from the side.

Only Ron was left standing there.

He gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

After passing the railing, Ron hurried to Harry's side.

Harry didn't even turn his head, but he sensed Ron's arrival by tacit understanding.

Complained to Ron: "Mr. Weasley has gone to help us put away our luggage. Ugh, so many cats."

Ron knew that Harry disliked cats, just as Harry also hated cabbages.

Harry had told him that every time Dudley had a birthday, Harry was left alone with Mrs. Figg, a crazy old woman who lived two streets away from the Dursleys.

Mrs. Figg's house smells like cabbage and she has a lot of cats.

Harry complained so many times that Ron could even pronounce the names of a few of the cats: Kick, Cher, Mr. Paw, and Fluffy.

And right now, almost everyone has a cat.

They all seemed to believe what Fudge said in the Daily Prophet.

Ron was a little bit incredulous. "How can they be so stupid? When Peter was still Scabbers, he never attracted the attention of cats."

"According to Bagel, that's because there is a contract between the pet and the wizard. A wizard's pet will not prey on animals with the same status as it."

"Even if that's within its hunting range."

"Not to mention wizards."

"Wait," Ron's expression suddenly turned sour, "Scabbers is a wizard."

Harry turned his head, looking puzzled, "Yeah, didn't you know that a long time ago? You even felt sick about it for the entire summer."

Ron repeated, "Scabbers is a wizard, not a rat."

"So, I can't actually enjoy the benefits of having rats as contract pets!"

He touched his chin and stomach in horror, "I finally know where all this fat came from!"

Harry was speechless.

But suddenly, he saw a group of red.

"I suggest you get in the car right away."

"If Mrs. Weasley gets in our way—"

Ron wasn't listening to what Harry was saying.

He was caught up in the anxiety of getting fat, "I don't want to be like Crabbe and Goyle!"

He interrupted Harry's exhortation by shaking his hand.

Put it on your belly, "Feel it and see if it's soft."

"You have experience. Dudley and I are still a long way from being on the same level."

Although Ron had never seen Dudley, he knew that Dudley was fatter than Crabbe Goyle.

"Ron Weasley!" a high-pitched female voice sounded.

Ron's body froze.

He turned around frame by frame as if in a stop-motion animation, "Mom!"

It was none other than Mrs. Weasley who appeared before him.

It's hard to imagine that she, who looks so kind, would have the expression like a tigress now.

Ginny also had her hands on her hips, glaring at Ron.

I have learned about 70% of my mother's facial expressions and movements.

It seemed that she was also very angry about Ron kidnapping Harry.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 162: The Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission

"It's so lively!"

A familiar male voice sounded.

Harry turned around and saw Bagel, who was holding a bottle of brown, turbid liquid with black balls in it, and sucking it with a straw as thick as a finger.

Basil noticed Harry's gaze and raised the drink in his hand. "Pearl milk tea. Pearls - small black balls are made by kneading brown sugar and tapioca flour. Milk tea, easy to understand."

As soon as they got off the train they bumped into Hermione.

Now Hermione, Ariana and Fleur went to take seats, and he went to the China in Madison's world out of boredom and ordered a cup of milk tea.

But only Harry and Ron cared about what Badgill said.

Bajir's charm is truly amazing, even after he concealed it with magic.

But the combination of his inner charm and perfect appearance makes everyone who sees him focus on his handsome face and strong body.

This included Mrs. Weasley, who was about to grab Ron's ear and teach him a lesson, and Ginny, who had her eyes glued to Harry.

Fred and George, who wanted to taunt their little brother, forgot the words for a moment.

But Ron, after escaping his tragic fate, did not choose to sneak away.

He pointed to the drink in the transparent plastic cup curiously and swallowed, "Is it delicious? Where can I buy it?"

There are many theories about the origin of modern milk tea.

But its prototype already existed in England in the 17th century.

The British have long been accustomed to adding milk and sugar to their cups.

But Bajir didn't expect that the foodie Ron didn't know it. Just like an electrician who doesn't know that the left is zero and the right is fire, the thunder god helps me.

But then Bagel remembered that all the wizards who drank tea he had seen, such as Hagrid and Professor McGonagall, all drank pure tea without adding anything else.

So, he turned around and said, "It's probably not available in the UK yet. But you can taste it at the start-of-term dinner tonight."

This was not a lie. The next second after he said this, he contacted the house-elf Lailai.

As an elf descended from Salazar Slytherin, the original owner of Hogwarts Castle, he still has a say in the kitchen.

"Then I'm going to taste it." Ron rubbed his hands.

Snapped!

Ginny pushed Ron away unceremoniously.

The next second she looked shy again and fixed her hair, "Are you my brother's friend, Badger Granger?"

Ron's face was pressed against the red iron sheet of the train, and he hadn't reacted yet.

"Ginny," Harry said, helping Ron up distressedly, "you're so -"

Ginny turned her head, the muscles on her face changed, and she used the same angry look as the angry Mrs. Weasley before, to make Harry shut up.

But when he looked at Bagir, he became gentle and lovely, with timidity in his eyes.

"Ginny." Basil was a little embarrassed.

"Don't call me Ginny, you can call me Furla." Ginny, whose full name is Ginevra Molly Weasley, said with red ears.

"Hello, Basil." Mrs. Weasley came to her senses and quickly stood in front of her daughter and glared at her.

Her daughter's lack of reserve made her forget the mistakes Ron had made.

"It's almost time to drive." She kissed each of her children goodbye, except for Percy, who was not there and had already gotten in the car.

Then came Harry, and finally Basil.

She hugged Bagel especially and for a moment she even forgot to let go.

If Mr. Weasley hadn't suddenly appeared.

"Ah, your shampoo smells lovely." Mrs. Weasley made an excuse, blushing and straightening up reluctantly.