Ron's Brilliant Idea

When Harry returned to the Burrow, the first thing he saw was Goblin seemed to grow larger and larger in his eyes.

Fortunately, he was agile, which prevented him from being hit in the face by the flying Goblin.

With a nimble dodge, Harry looked toward the Weasley family ' vegetable garden.

The Weasley family were playing with Goblin in the vegetable garden, and Ron was having a particularly good time, swinging the Goblin around like windmills.

A chorus of "Let me go!" echoed through the garden, but it was no use; the Goblin were thrown out one after another.

"Yo, Harry."

Upon seeing Harry, Ron wiped the sweat from his face and greeted Harry, "You're back?"

"Yeah, I'm back," Harry said with a smile. "Need any help? Want to help you throw Goblin?"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and bent down among the peony bushes beside Ron.

Having been Seeker, Harry had excellent eyesight; he spotted a Goblin almost instantly.

The Goblin looked up and saw Harry staring at it, then grinned sheepishly.

Harry didn't care about anything else, grabbed the Goblin and threw him into the air, then kicked him with a classic arc, sending the Goblin flying far away with a scream.

Ron shaded his eyes with his hand, the perfect curve of his skin prompting him to offer a compliment. "Well done, Harry... but we're almost done. Mom's making stewed potatoes tonight, you're in for a treat."

"Really?" Harry was quite pleased, after all, stewed potatoes and meat was his favorite dish.

"Where's Pabbie?" Ron asked again.

"Pabbie isn't feeling well, so I left him at a friend's house to have him take care of him," Harry told Ron. "Hopefully he'll have a good idea."

"Ouch," Ron responded. He remembered hearing Harry talk about the attack by the Dark Lord in the Forbidden Forest, and added, "Hopefully she gets better soon. I remember she was bitten by the Dark Lord."

"He didn't bite," Harry corrected. "Voldemort just cast a Charms on her, chased her for a long time, and was about to hurt her when I stopped him."

Ron shuddered upon hearing the name.

"That must have hurt, man," Ron sighed. "She's a really strong Lady, isn't she?"

"Yes," Harry nodded in agreement.

After treating Pabbie with an alchemical potion, Mr. LeMay was far away in Paris, sat on the sofa and fell into a long silence.

Pabbie slept for a while, then noticed that Mr. LeMay was still lost in thought, and asked with concern, "What's wrong, Mr. LeMay?"

Mr. LeMay looked up, said "Oh," and said, "That's how it is when you get old, you sleep very little... So sometimes I just sit on the sofa and space out until dawn, then I take a nap."

"Won't this affect my health?" Pabbie asked, bewildered.

Mr. LeMay slowly turned his head and looked at Pabbie with the kind of look one would give a fool.

That look seemed to say—you're talking about health with a man who's over six hundred years old?

Pabbie smiled sheepishly, then suddenly remembered the gift Harry had brought and said, "Oh, right, Mr. LeMay, Harry brought you and Mrs. LeMay a gift before. I remember Harry said it would be perfect for an old man like you who's usually bored—why don't you want to give it a try?"

When they arrived at LeMay's Alchemy Room, Harry handed the gifts he was carrying to the House Elf Dico.

Dico was busy introducing Harry to wives and children, so he forgot about the matter.

It was only after Pabbie mentioned it that Dico remembered the matter.

"I'm sorry, Mr. LeMay, it's Dico's fault."

"It's alright, where's the gift?" Mr. LeMay asked with interest. "Since Harry said it suits me, I must give it a try."

A moment later, Dico took out the computer that Harry had given him.

The classic 486 desktop computer cost Harry over two thousand Pound Sterling.

Harry even had a new version of the 1st operating system, released in April, installed, along with several mini-games.

LeMay's Alchemy Room was electrified, and under Pabbie's guidance, the computer was quickly turned on.

As expected of a legendary Alchemy, Mr. LeMay quickly understood how to operate the computer by holding the instruction manual.

"It must be admitted that Muggle technology is also commendable."

Mr. LeMay moved the mouse, staring intently at the monitor, the cursor moving rapidly across the screen as he aimlessly clicked refresh.

"But... how am I going to kill time?"

As he was speaking, Mr. LeMay suddenly noticed an icon on the table with the words "Sid Meier's Civilization I" written below it.

This is a game released last year that has received widespread acclaim.

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

Twenty hours later...

Mr. LeMay yawned and looked up out the window.

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

"No, Mr. LeMay," Pabbie said with a dark expression, "It's already the second day."

Mr. LeMay paused for a moment, looked at the mouse in his hand, looked out the window, and then turned his gaze back to the computer.

"I feel like life has taken on another meaning, like... computers," he said lightly. "But this kind of electrification isn't really suitable for a wizarding family like ours. Let me think..."

Harry had no idea that the computer he had given away had fostered an internet-addicted senior citizen. With September 1st fast approaching, he was also preparing to head to school.

Before leaving, he also received a letter from Mr. LeMay, which basically said that Pabbie would need to recuperate for a few more days before returning, and that Harry should not worry.

On the first day of School Opening, almost as soon as the roosters crowed, they got out of bed, ate a quick breakfast, and then Mr. Weasley called everyone to set off together.

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

"All packed, Dad," the children said in unison—their luggage was mostly in Harry's wallet, which was very convenient.

Mr. Weasley stood next to the Ford and patted it.

"Come on, kids, get on the bus!"

"This car..." Harry hesitated, "Can it fit all of us?"

He did the math: Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur were sitting in the front, which meant that the five Weasley family children plus himself would have to sit in the back.

This is clearly a sedan, and the back seat can seat at most three people.

This reminded him of the India he saw on television at the Dursley family—

Good heavens, a minivan can fit more than thirty people.

"Don't worry, Harry," Mr. Weasley smiled kindly. "There's plenty of room, not just for you guys, but even if you add Bill and Charlie."

Fred and George were the first to squeeze in, followed by Percy, Ginny, and Ron.

"Come in quickly." Ron reached out to pull Harry in.

Harry got into the car and was surprised to find that the back seats were even wider than the benches in the Great Hall.

"Muggle are smarter than we think," said Mrs. Weasley. "You wouldn't guess how spacious the carriage is from the outside, would you?"

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

Harry thought Mr. Weasley would make the car fly, but he didn't—he drove all the way onto the highway, just like the Muggle, and even chatted enthusiastically with Muggle at the tollbooth.

"Isn't that amazing?" Mr. Weasley pulled his head back from the car window. "We didn't have to pay to go there, but we have to pay to come back..."

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

George immediately chimed in, "Dad, really, he didn't even take us to experience what it's like to fly."

The two Twins poked Ginny's arm together.

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

What father would tolerate not being a "cool dad"? Hearing his little darling say this, Mr. Weasley immediately said, "Alright, since it's the children's request..."

He placed his hand on a joystick.

"No! Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley roared.

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

"I said no, and that's final, Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley glared at her husband. "What if someone sees us in broad daylight? You'll lose your job!"

"Nobody'll see, Molly," Mr. Weasley insisted, still determined to be a cool dad. "Look, this is an invisibility booster—just push this button and the car will disappear..."

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

"Okay, kids, it's not that Daddy's not cool," he said helplessly.

It was already 10:30 when we arrived at King's Cross Station.

But it's alright, they still have half an hour, which is enough time for them to get through.

After parking the car, the Weasley family and Harry emerged one after another from the vehicle, amidst the shocked gazes of the surrounding crowd.

Harry's hearing was better; he could hear people in the crowd saying words like "India."

When they reached the platform, they stopped.

"Percy first, then Fred and George," Mrs. Weasley directed. "Ginny, sweetheart, your father and I will take you in. Ron and Harry, you two 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 the two of them walked towards the wall together...

"Wait a minute." Harry suddenly grabbed Ron, frowning, and said, "Something seems... off."

"Something's not right?" Ron said as he walked inside, only to bump his head against the wall with a dull thud.

That was a really solid impact.

"Hahaha..." Harry laughed gleefully.

"Oh, shut up, Harry."

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

"I think we should think of something," he added. "The train is leaving soon, and if we miss it, the professors will punish us!"

"Don't you find this strange?" Harry looked up and down at the hidden wall leading to the platform. "There are still more than twenty minutes before departure; logically, the entrance shouldn't be sealed off..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Hermione's voice rang out from behind.

"Harry, Ron?"

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

"They have some family matters to attend to and need to go back first." Hermione looked somewhat worried. "Dad said the Pound Sterling isn't doing well lately and he wants to exchange some for dollars."

"Oh." Since it involved a knowledge gap, Ron didn't ask any further questions, but said, "Okay, but I don't recommend you rush into the platform. The magic there seems to have stopped working, and the fake walls have become real."

"Really?" Hermione asked, still somewhat skeptical.

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

Hermione considered drawing her wand to cast a Healing Charm on Ron, but abandoned the idea considering the large number of Muggle on the platform.

"The most important thing right now is to find a way to get onto the platform," Ron said anxiously. "If I miss the train and get warned or have points deducted from my grades, my parents will scold me!"

"There's no time to explain," Harry said. "I'll try to break the spell myself—"

"No! Harry!" Hermione grabbed his arm. "We can't cast spells outside of school! Remember the ban you received? They'll expel you and send you to Azkaban!"

Ron suddenly had a brilliant idea.

"Hey, I've got it! We can ride in the car! Dad's car!"

"Cars?" Hermione asked, frowning. "Are you familiar with the roads? I mean, do you know which route to take from London to the Scottish Highlands?"

"I don't know, but cars can fly," Ron said with a hint of smugness. "We can follow behind the Hogwarts Express and fly all the way to the school..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Mr. Weasley's voice came from behind Ron.

"I have to admit, it's a good idea," he said, "Provided I didn't hear it—okay, kids, problem solved, let's go inside."

Ron shrugged, regretting that he couldn't have a high-speed adventure in the air.

Honestly, flying in the sky isn't so bad.

Upon entering Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, Harry saw Fred and George standing there dejectedly.

"That joke is outrageous!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed angrily. "Good heavens, if your father hadn't found out in time, Harry and Ronnie little darling would be stuck outside!"

Ron was somewhat shocked; he hadn't expected his close encounter with the wall to be due to his two older brothers' prank.

Then he felt somewhat relieved. This wasn't the first time his clone brothers had played a prank on him—or rather, it wasn't the worst one.

"Oh, so they're the troublemakers?" Hermione said, tilting her head back, her large, rabbit-like teeth Winky in the sunlight.

"Hello, Hermione, dear." Mrs. Weasley turned to greet Hermione. "Yes, you're right, those two are walking trouble—"

"No way!" the twins retorted in unison.

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