Arthur Weasley slowly started the car and drove away from King's Cross Station.
His driving skills were good; he drove very smoothly, Silan hardly felt any noticeable bumps.
It's much more comfortable than the Knight Bus that's always braking and swerving.
After leaving the main road, Arthur Weasley gradually increased his speed, heading straight for the Burrow.
George and Fred sat in the back, making a fuss.
"Fly, Daddy!"
They knew their father had modified the car into a flying vehicle, and they all wanted to experience what it felt like to drive a car that flies in the sky.
Arthur Weasley kept giving them meaningful glances as soon as they opened their mouths, trying to get them to shut up. He hadn't dared to tell Molly that he had converted the car into a flying vehicle.
She always thought it was just an ordinary used car, at most it had been given Undetectable Extension Charm.
But George and Fred acted as if they hadn't seen it and continued, "Dad, flying is faster!"
Molly was well aware of her husband's little hobby, and she realized it as soon as George and Fred opened their mouths.
This car has probably also been "modified" by Arthur Weasley.
"I originally thought you only cast Undetectable Extension Charm on this car."
Molly turned and glared at Arthur Weasley.
Her husband works in the "Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts," yet she herself is obsessed with everything related to Muggle.
He not only collects Muggle items, but also takes them apart, enchants them, and then reassembles them.
If Arthur Weasley were to search his house, he would have no choice but to arrest himself.
Molly was very worried about this.
"Oh, darling..."
"No, Arthur Weasley. I really didn't know you used magic to turn it into a flying car."
"Listen to me, darling, actually, what you're doing isn't illegal..."
"Arthur Weasley Weasley, you deliberately left a loophole in the law!" Molly was so angry she could practically spit fire from her eyes.
"No one will see it. I installed an invisible booster on this car that will make it fly." Arthur Weasley kept winking at Silan in the rearview mirror, trying to get his help.
"Let me try, darling. You can cast Muggle-Repelling Charm for me when I start the booster. That way we'll be home in no time, and nobody will know. Silan must be tired after such a long train ride, won't he?"
Molly, who had initially been adamant, softened immediately when Arthur Weasley mentioned Silan.
This child looks so thin and weak; he must have suffered a lot.
We can't let this poor child suffer any more.
"Alright, Arthur Weasley," Molly relented.
"Alright, ready, takeoff!"
As Arthur Weasley started the car's booster, Molly waved her wand and cast a Muggle-Repelling Charm on the car.
They had now reached the outskirts of the city, where there were far fewer pedestrians, and the trees provided some cover. No one noticed that a car, like an airplane, had taken off from the road and then soared into the clouds.
You could say that we entered another world.
The wheels rolled over the soft sea of clouds, leaving two faint tracks on it. The sunlight washed the sky bright and blue, stretching as far as the eye could see.
They traveled for a while among swirling, tower-like clouds. The sun gradually sank, like drops of orange paint falling on paper, tinting the clouds pink as it set.
"We've arrived! Beep beep~"
Arthur Weasley honked the horn lightly. Silan had granted him two wishes as soon as he arrived.
One was telling Molly about the flying car he had modified, and the other was personally testing the handling of the flying car.
This nephew is really great!
They landed slowly before the sound of the ship's horn had completely faded.
The Burrow is located in the Ottery St Catchpole, in Devon, on the banks of the River Otter.
Besides the Weasley family, there were several other wizarding families in the village.
The most noteworthy estimate is that of the Lovegood family.
Their house was as peculiar as the Burrow.
"Welcome to the Burrow! Oh, it's a bit odd." Arthur Weasley parked the car and patted Silan on the shoulder. "But it's very comfortable; you can treat it like your own home."
"Come on, Silan, come and see our room."
George and Fred opened the door and welcomed Silan inside.
Molly, laughing, reminded them from behind, "Don't overdo it, we're having a big meal today."
"Why is there such a big meal as soon as Silan arrives?"
"Oh no, Fred, have we come to the wrong place? Are we actually the neighbor's kids?"
"Alright, George," Molly rolled her eyes at the two witty children, "Take your little brother upstairs to have a look."
Her tone made it sound as if Silan wasn't their cousin, but their own brother.
Before going upstairs, Silan saw Molly put on an apron and go into the kitchen.
To be honest, it's unnecessary for Molly to wear an apron while cooking.
She was like a highly respected conductor in an orchestra in the kitchen.
As she waved her wand, various colors of light flashed from it, and the ingredients, under her command, were sliced or peeled.
Flames automatically appear at the bottom of the pot, and the spatula stirs the ingredients by itself...
Silan could tell that Molly had used a lot of Spells, but they weren't just pure kitchen magic. They were real Severing Charm, Fire-Making Charm, and Reductor Curse...
She used these Spells with unparalleled skill and control, to the point that they had become combos ingrained in her muscles.
No wonder he was able to take down Bellatrix with a single combo, Silan thought to herself.
George and Fred shared a room; the two brothers even slept together.
Perhaps because they often played with fireworks and other magical tricks in the room, there was always a faint smell of fireworks in the whole room.
Silan noticed a broken toy broom in the room and asked curiously, "Why do you still keep this broken broom?"
"Oh, that was a gift from my Uncle Prewett, your father." Fred touched the broken part of the toy broom. "I loved it back then. It's a shame Ron broke it so quickly."
George grinned at Silan: "Fred was furious and secretly turned Ron's Teddy into a spider."
"It's such a shame you didn't see it with your own eyes. Ron was so scared his hair stood on end, and he's still terrified of spiders."
Good heavens, so it turns out Ron-Happy Spiders was created by you guys.
"After the toy broom broke, we started using Ron as a toy." Fred rearranged the broom. "I must say, Ron is quite fun."
So Ron is just a toy to you guys...
That works too; the status isn't low anymore.
After the three chatted for a while, Molly's voice came from downstairs.
"Dinner's ready, kids. Come down here!"
As soon as Silan stepped out of the twins' room, she smelled an enticing aroma.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, I found the tables laden with tender and fragrant roasted potatoes, crispy roasted turkey, golden and crispy fried chicken nuggets, and juicy, tender veal Steak...
After the last plate was brought to the table, everyone took their seats.
The sun has sunk below the horizon, and night is quietly falling.
Arthur Weasley lit several candles beside the dining table, letting them float in the air and cast a warm glow.
The lavish dinner made George and Fred's mouths water.
"Mom, you didn't just use up our entire year's food allowance in one go, did you?"
"Good heavens, we still have half a glass of Butterbeer! Am I dreaming, Fred?!"
"Alright, George, I'd be willing to go to Azkaban after this meal."
The two of them started joking around as usual.
Ginny's gaze darted back and forth between the veal Steak and the roast turkey, as if she were contemplating which one to eat first, and she had no time to speak.
Molly tapped the rim of her glass with her fork.
"Although the family isn't fully reunited, today is still a good day." Molly looked at Silan. "I had thought the Prewett family bloodline had been completely extinguished."
"Thank goodness, thank goodness you showed up."
"What I want to say is, child, please don't hold a grudge against your father. He loved your mother, but the situation was urgent at the time, and he didn't have time to reveal his identity as a wizard before..."
Molly nearly choked up as she finished speaking.
It was both the pain of losing her brother and the guilt she felt for Silan being away from home for more than a decade.
"Aunt, I understand, I don't blame him."
"Good boy..." Molly stood up, took Silan's hand, and looked at him with teary eyes. "You and your father are just like each other, so kind and forgiving."
Perhaps seeing the atmosphere become too heavy, Fred and George made a strange thumping sound.
"Please don't mind this, everyone. This isn't farting; it's just our stomachs singing."
"When is dinner served, when is dinner served..." George sang in a country tune, "That's how it goes."
"Haha!" Arthur Weasley laughed. "Darling, I think we should eat first, and we can talk about these things later."
"Look at me," Molly wiped her eyes, "Once I start talking, I never stop."
"Alright, kids, let's eat."
Everyone raised their glasses together.
Molly was especially happy today, and even her four children made an exception and each had half a glass of Butterbeer.
"Cheers!"
The candlelight flickered, and each person's shadow was imbued with a sense of happiness.