Midnight Rescue

Although he didn't know why, Ron felt Cedric was right.

The Twins in the living room looked at their panting younger brother and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Ron?"

"Hoo~ hoo~ I don't know. I just went up to call you two for egg tarts, then Hermione ran off, and then Huan got angry."

Percy frowned, "Are you speaking English? I can't understand you."

"Tsk~" Cedric suppressed a laugh and explained, "At that time, Huan was only five centimeters away from kissing Hermione, hahahahaha, Ron spoke too quickly and I couldn't stop him."

"...Pfft, hahahahahaha!"

"Is Huan okay? Hahahaha."

Cedric took a sip of water to catch his breath, "It's hard to say. Anyway, his face just now was even uglier than Professor Snape's."

A moment later, Bing Huan walked down with a dark expression. The Twins, holding back their laughter, leaned over, "Huan, pfft~ cough cough, we won't stop you. Just leave us a whole corpse."

"Alright, stop teasing them, including when you see Hermione tomorrow." Mrs. Weasley playfully scolded and chased the Twins away, taking a plate of egg tarts to Bing Huan, "Little Huan, don't mind Ron, he's always been like this since he was little. As for Hermione, she barely ate dinner and will starve. Hurry and take this up to her."

"Thank you, ma'am." Bing Huan took the plate and walked upstairs.

In the living room

Fred's eyes darted around, "You guys think~ will they continue what they didn't finish just now?"

Cedric took a bite of an egg tart, "They were just interrupted, it might not be a good idea."

"Indeed."

"How about... we sneak a peek?"

"Sneak a peek?"

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Knock, knock, knock."

After a moment, Hermione, still blushing, opened the door.

"What is it?"

"I was afraid you hadn't eaten dinner and would be hungry, so I brought you something."

"Thank you... Do you want to come in and sit for a while?"

"Ginny's room, maybe not."

Hermione nodded, her face still red.

"So, what's your answer?"

"Mhm!" Hermione's voice was a little louder this time.

"Then... get some rest early."

"Okay... wait a moment!" Hermione suddenly opened the door, stepped forward, and tapped Bing Huan on the face, "Goodnight." Then she fled back into the room.

Bing Huan stood at the door for ten seconds before reacting, "G-goodnight."

"Ugh~!!"

He turned his head and saw five troublemakers standing at the turn of the stairs, with Ginny covering her mouth. The gaps between her fingers were wider than her eyes.

"...No!"

That night, Bing Huan, the Twins, and Cedric were playing cards in bed. Bing Huan looked at Fred and asked, "Fred, can you tell me now why you took Uncle Arthur's car keys?"

Fred beckoned them closer with a mysterious look, "We're going to rescue Harry in a bit. Ron said Harry hasn't replied for days, and he might have been held back by his Muggle relatives."

"It might be worse. Harry has one of my talismans on him. Even the weakest one is enough to scare those idiots. By the way, isn't Ron going?"

Cedric, "Oh, it was supposed to be him, but he's afraid to be around you right now, so I'm here instead."

"..."

In the latter half of the night, the moon was preparing to call it a day. The four boys tiptoed into the garage and drove towards Privet Drive.

"Wow, how afraid of Harry are these people? They've even boarded up the windows," George muttered in disbelief, looking at the bars on the windows.

He approached and knocked on the window. Harry opened his eyes and saw four strange things pressed against the window, staring at him.

"...Are you trying to scare me to death?"

"You haven't replied for days, we thought you were in trouble." Harry's face was a little pale now, likely from not eating properly for days. "It seems the situation is worse than we imagined."

Fred threw Harry a length of rope, "Tie him to the iron bars." Harry moved back, Fred stepped on the gas, and pulled it out by the roots.

Bing Huan jumped into Harry's room, "Pack up, get ready to go." Harry had kept his school things in a storage bracelet. He spent five minutes packing his change of clothes. Harry then got into the car with Hedwig.

After Harry was settled, Bing Huan kicked open the room door, then walked over and kicked open the Dursleys' door. He looked at the terrified Vernon and asked solicitously, "How are you, are you awake?"

"Awake."

"Then go back to sleep." Bing Huan said, walking out as if nothing had happened.

Stepping onto the flying sword, he urged Fred to hurry. By the time the Dursleys reacted, all they could see was a broken window and a cart and sword shrinking in the sky.

In the cart, Harry explained the house-elf named Dobby to everyone, including how he intercepted their replies, blocked Harry from returning to Hogwarts, and warned of great terror.

With the misunderstanding cleared, the group began to chat about everyday life. Harry asked Fred, "Does your dad know you took out this car?"

Bing Huan, leaning against the car window, retorted impatiently, "If our parents knew, do you think we'd be picking you up at this ungodly hour?"

"What department does your dad work in?"

Ron said, "He's in the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts. He himself loves everything Muggle."

By the time Fred drove to The Burrow, it was already sunrise. The group snuck into the downstairs dining room. It was Harry's first time in a wizard's home, and he was curiously looking around.

"Now, we'll quietly go upstairs, then wait for Mom to call us, and then Harry can come out," Fred said. "This way, Mom will be so happy to see Harry that she won't notice the car was used."

"Hmm, good idea, if only we had returned a few minutes earlier."

The Twins turned their heads as Mrs. Weasley, looking like a mother lion, walked in slowly. "The beds are empty! No note! The car is gone too, maybe there was an accident! I was worried sick at home!"

Turning to Harry, she adopted a motherly demeanor again. "It's so good to see you, dear Harry. Arthur and I were worried about you too. Come, have some breakfast."

The group sat down at the table. Mrs. Weasley was frying eggs and sausages in the kitchen. Hermione seemed to have been woken by the noise downstairs and came down, rubbing her eyes.

"Harry!"

"Morning, Hermione." After a night of torment followed by freedom, with his best friends all present, Harry felt exceptionally happy.

A little later, a red-haired figure in pajamas ran into the room. Upon seeing Harry, she gasped and ran back out.

"Ginny, my sister, she's been talking about you all summer."

"Then why did she run back out?"

"Shy," Fred said. "Who wants to meet their idol in their pajamas?"

Hearing this, Hermione seemed to remember something. "Oh, right, Lockhart's book signing is tomorrow. I need to wash my hair."

Bing Huan leaned his head over pitifully. "You're already tired of me after just one night?" Hermione playfully pushed his head away. "What are you saying? He's our new professor for the semester. I want to make a good impression to get extra points."

"Oh..."

She lightly tapped Bing Huan's cheek. "There, happy now?"

Tilting his head to look at the obvious pink bubbles emanating from across the table, Harry turned and asked, "Did I miss something?"

George, stuffing sausage into his mouth, said casually, "Nothing much, just that we almost got silenced."

Harry: ?(･_･;?

After breakfast, the boys stood in a line in the open space. The others looked at Harry, who was fully dressed. Fred asked, "Where are our protective gear?"

Bing Huan: "We had some originally."

...He was still holding a grudge.

Ginny and Hermione watched from the side. Mrs. Weasley thought Ginny was too young for practical application for now.

In the afternoon, Hermione was chatting with Mrs. Weasley about Lockhart. Everyone could already fly for short distances. Ginny summoned her courage and approached Harry. "Um... can you teach me?"

Ron was about to step forward and say he could teach, but Fred and Bing Huan grabbed him and pulled him outside the fence. Ron asked in confusion, "Why are you stopping me?"

Bing Huan: ...

Fred: "You've seen him, Ron's skills with wood..."

George: "...are like a god of war."

"That shouldn't be the case. Percy has a girlfriend, and you two aren't bad at wood either. Ginny started practicing from a young age, so why is Ron so stiff?"

Ron: "Why are you all looking at me like that? I'm usually quite sharp!"