The last day of summer vacation.
Oren and Ron stepped off the Knight Bus in front of The Leaky Cauldron.
"How was that, Ron? Tell me, wasn't it fast? It hadn't even been five minutes and twelve seconds since we walked out the front door of The Burrow."
Ron: "Bleurgh!"
"Breathe, Ron. Dizziness and nausea are normal. Breathe in~"
Ron wiped his mouth with his sleeve and glared at Oren resentfully. "I shouldn't have listened to your nonsense. This was worse than taking Dad's car. Even if it was slower, at least I wouldn't have been flung around until I puked."
"Enough complaining. Let's get inside and find Harry. He's been living it up in Diagon Alley. He's practically been eating ice cream as meals."
The two entered The Leaky Cauldron, where Harry had been waiting for them for quite some time.
"Oren, Ron, you're finally here! Hurry, come to my room!"
Harry impatiently dragged the two of them back to his room. Like a thief, he cautiously checked his surroundings and only shut the door after making sure no one was in the hallway.
Then he crawled under the bed, pulled out an AK, and stuffed it into Oren's hands. "Oh my God! You nearly scared me to death! I've spent this whole holiday on edge. If anyone found out, I felt like I'd be sent straight to St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys."
Oren...
"Couldn't you just hide it properly?"
"No! It's too big. It's hard to hide!"
"I see." Oren pulled out a Beretta 92F from his pocket. "Use this instead. It's easy to conceal and discreet."
Harry froze for a second, then shook his head wildly. "No, no!"
"Tsk. Since you don't like this birthday present, I can only give you a bag of