A Close Call With Enrollment

Time always passes quickly when you're having fun, and this was probably the first time Harry had felt that way during summer vacation. It made him look forward to the next summer holiday, but the thought of returning to Privet Drive again made him lose that anticipation.

Harry and the Weasley family arrived at the station just in time, but the passageway was inexplicably closed. This left Harry and Ron, at the back of the line, to watch helplessly as the clock struck eleven. The two anxiously thought of a solution, and Harry's suggestion to return to the car first gave Ron an idea.

The perspective shifted back to the Hogwarts Express. In a four-person compartment, Bing Huan and Cedric sat together, opposite Hermione and Draco's girlfriend, Cho Chang, a Chinese woman of exceptional Eastern beauty.

Just as the train was about to depart, Bing Huan finally saw the Twins, Percy, and Ginny rushing onto the train. After exchanging greetings, Ron and Harry were nowhere to be seen.

Hermione: "What if something happened to them?"

Bing Huan, handing out cookies he'd baked before leaving, replied, "They probably met some friends on the other side and sat down. What could possibly happen on the way to school?"

Soon, the train departed.

The girls excitedly chatted about their relationships, but whoever was sitting there, Hermione and the Ravenclaw who aspired to be a Chaser, a top student, turned the conversation back to academics within fifteen minutes.

Cedric was now a senior student (fourth year) and his studies would be even more demanding, not to mention keeping an eye on his girlfriend and Quidditch. He was complaining to Bing Huan about having less free time, while Bing Huan listened and looked out the window.

Woods, fields, countryside, and... a blue car flying in mid-air?

"Should I say it's worthy of the Wizarding World? Seeing a flying car on the way to school, I thought only Uncle Arthur had one?"

Cedric looked back outside, "Don't say it, it looks quite similar to the one at Fei Leide's house."

"Hahahaha, yeah..." Bing Huan's smile gradually faded as he watched, "No, it looks like it. Look at those two people in the car! ... Holy crap!"

Hermione: ?c(ﾟ.ﾟ*)｡｡｡

Cho Chang: "Do you know the people in the car?"

Cedric squinted and looked, "Harry and Ron?! Did they get their licenses in the past few days?" As if to confirm his words, the car in mid-air suddenly lurched, the door flew open, and Harry was left dangling in mid-air, holding onto the door handle.

The four: !

"Looks like they didn't. That's it, they failed the second test as soon as they started the engine." He took out his flying sword and placed one foot on the train window, "I'll go get them down first. If it takes any longer, they'll be gone."

Harry in mid-air tried to get back into the car, but due to nervousness, his sweaty hands couldn't grasp Ron's hand. Just as he was about to lose strength, a reassuring force came from his collar – he was being held.

Bing Huan looked at Harry and Ron speechlessly, "You two are too reckless, daring to drive already? Luckily Uncle Arthur didn't modify a tank."

He had them put all their luggage into the storage space. Bing Huan took out a disposable flying sword, used for delivering things, from outside the car and stuck it onto the car, setting the destination to The Burrow. After writing a note for Ron to stick on the steering wheel, he pulled the two out and flew towards the Hogwarts Express.

At the same time, the flying sword also carried the car towards The Burrow. Feeling the ground beneath his feet again, Harry, having narrowly escaped death, could finally breathe. He exchanged a smile with Ron, who was in the same state.

"Here, drink some water." Hermione took out her small water bottle from her bag and handed it to Bing Huan. Then, she glared at the two panting figures. Now – it was time for a lecture.

"You two!" Hermione at this moment had quite a bit of Mrs. Weasley's demeanor when scolding George and the others. "The car door wasn't locked, and you weren't wearing seatbelts. Who taught you to drive like this, huh? Tell me honestly what happened!"

Harry and Ron immediately put on their best behavior, explaining that the entrance being blocked forced them to drive illegally.

Bing Huan stepped forward and patted Hermione's back, "Calm down, calm down. Here, you drink some water too." He then turned to the two, "You two as well, you could have just had Hedwig deliver a letter to Professor McGonagall. It's not that far. By the way, did you use the invisibility when you were driving?"

"Um~ the Invisibility Booster seems to be broken." Ron scratched his head sheepishly.

Bing Huan: "...Sigh~"

Hermione: ( #`⌂´)/" You're going to get Uncle Arthur in trouble! Wizarding World items cannot be exposed to Muggle sight, not to mention Uncle Arthur himself is from the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts."

While Hermione was lecturing, Bing Huan walked to the window, stuck his head out (protagonist's behavior, do not imitate), and shouted, "Old Leng~" Soon, Bing Huan's owl flew in, and he wrote a letter to Lucius, asking him to go to the Ministry of Magic first to stall for time.

Then he took out the communication device from his sect and dialed a number. "Uncle Zhang, it's me. Hahaha~ It has been a while since we last met. Is everything well at home? That's good, that's good. My Master? Same as usual.

By the way, Uncle Zhang, where are you these days? You're on a business trip to England? That's great, I have something to ask of you. It's like this, a classmate of mine, he..."

"Then I'll trouble you. I'll definitely bring good tea to visit you later. I'll send you the address in a bit. You carry on with your work."

After finishing the call, Bing Huan slumped onto his seat. Hermione leaned over, "Is it difficult to resolve? Why don't we ask Headmaster Dumbledore for help?" She reached out and rubbed his forehead.

"Don't worry, it's all arranged. I'm just not used to communicating with proper elders." Bing Huan held Hermione's hand, telling her not to worry. "Uncle Zhang is the best debater in our Daoist Sect. If he performs exceptionally well... he might be able to send Fudge in."

Ministry of Magic, Courtroom. Fudge looked at Arthur, who was nervous below, and Zhang San, who was bored and yawning beside him. "Why is the Daoist Sect involved in such a trivial matter?"

Just as the trial was about to begin, Zhang San muttered next to Arthur, "This thing, did it just glare at me?"

Arthur didn't know what had happened. He only knew that this Chinese gentleman who came to help him kept saying he hadn't performed well before they parted, but nothing happened to him. Instead, the next day's headline read: "British Minister of Magic Fudge fined 1000 Galleons for lax management."

Hogwarts.

Everyone, as second-year students, returned to school. They were now sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for the new batch of first-years to come in for the Sorting Ceremony. After the extraordinary adventure of the afternoon, Harry and Ron just wanted to have a good meal. Bing Huan was slumped on the table.

In his words, his energy was depleted and he wouldn't recover without some cuddles. Of course, his scheme didn't succeed; Hermione casually tossed him a french fry.

"Why is it sour!"

Hermione sniffed it and looked at the other dishes on the table, "It's spoiled! It seems the house-elves made all British dishes today." The table even had Stargazy Pie, which even the British themselves didn't eat.

Bing Huan curiously popped another piece of the vinegary chip into his mouth. For a moment, he couldn't tell if it was acetic acid or sulfuric acid added. Ron asked from the side, "What does it taste like?"

"Sour and fishy. The fishy part might be the blood in my mouth."

Ron: σ(ﾟ･ﾟ*)･･･

Bing Huan gave his companions a few meaningful glances. Draco specifically went to the Ravenclaw table to bring Cho Chang over. Everyone then stealthily went to an empty classroom. Bing Huan took out a pile of processed ingredients and a variety of dipping sauces.

Take out a four-compartment pot, set up the fire, and place the red oil, mushroom, clear broth, and tomato bases inside. "I thought I could slack off today, but I didn't expect the school to be so twisted. I don't need to teach you how to make hot pot again, right? Mix your own dipping sauce and let's start!"

After the meal, ten people polished off over twenty pounds of meat and countless vegetables. Fred patted his stomach. "Huaxia's food is still the best."

George said, "I definitely have to visit Huaxia in the future!"

Cedric chimed in, "It's a shame Percy won't get to eat this."

Wood sighed, "Can't be helped, he's a prefect and has to stick to his post. Speaking of which, Harry, we start training tomorrow, and we'll be busy selecting new members in a few days. We can't fall behind."

Perfect, that's so Wood. Harry could only resign himself to fate. Draco, standing nearby, said gleefully, "Keep training hard, Potter. Don't let me beat you then."

"You should get in first," Harry retorted.

"Tch."

Checking the time, it was almost time to head back to the common room. Under Percy's resentful gaze, they slipped into the crowd. Fred grinned and sidled up to Percy, "Who told you to be such a proud prefect, Percy?"

Watching this scene, Ron felt that although this year's entrance had been perilous, it had thankfully ended perfectly. Could they finally enjoy their school life now?

The next day, as everyone was eating breakfast, Ron's family owl landed in front of them, its body heavy.

"Oh no!"

"It's okay, it's still alive," Hermione poked Errol with her finger.

"No! It's this!" Ron pointed to the red letter in the owl's beak. Harry was still confused, but Neville, seeing it, immediately looked as if facing a great enemy.

"That's a Howler. My grandmother sent me one before, but I ignored it... it's terrifying."

Smoke began to rise from the corner of the letter, as if counting down Ron's life. Extending a trembling hand, Ron carefully opened it. In an instant, a deafening roar filled the entire hall.

"Ronald Weasley! How dare you steal that car! I'm going to be furious with you! If someone hadn't helped, your father would still be under investigation by the Ministry. I warn you, if you do anything out of line again, I'll come and take you away! #@￥%**&"

The barrage of words stunned even young Colin, who had come to take photos of Harry.