After satisfying the group's curiosity, Morris was invited by the Weasley family to the Burrow for lunch.
On the way to the Burrow, Arthur whispered to Morris, "A boat, that's a great idea. You know, I used to have a modified car that could fly and was fully functional."
Morris glanced at Ron was walking at the front.
He was chatting excitedly with Harry about something.
"What a pity," Morris said.
That car has already been destroyed by the other party's good son.
Incidentally, in the Wizarding World, it is illegal to cast spells on Muggle objects, especially those that might reveal the presence of magic.
Arthur's modification of the Flying Ford Anglia was clearly an illegal project.
Fortunately, unlike cars, boats are not exclusive to Muggle.
As long as Muggle don't see it, there won't be any problems.
"I know Ron didn't mean it," Arthur shook his head, then lowered his voice and asked, " Morris, where did you get this ship you modified? Did you buy it? To be honest, I'd like to..."
Morris built his own ship, of course.
For a powerful wizard, building a ship in a short time is not difficult, provided the materials are prepared and the methods are mastered.
Just as he was about to give that answer.
" Arthur!"
Molly's voice came from ahead, carrying a warning tone.
Arthur immediately straightened his back and pretended to be nonchalant.
Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.
Having already learned his lesson with the Flying Ford Anglia, even if modifying a boat is legal, his wife probably wouldn't approve.
Morris decided to support the middle-aged man's hobby.
While Molly turned her attention to the Weasley Twins who were bickering, he discreetly and quickly pulled a stack of drawings from his briefcase and stuffed them into Arthur's hand.
"Here are some ship designs, which I no longer need," Morris said. "They were all from Muggle; their technology is more advanced. It shouldn't be difficult for a wizard to build them."
" Muggle!"
Arthur instinctively gasped in surprise.
Molly turned her head sharply, her gaze quickly locking onto her husband. " Arthur? What are you talking about?"
Arthur was startled. He put the blueprints behind his back, straightened his back, and forced a smile. "I didn't say anything, darling."
"Really?" Molly looked at him suspiciously, then said seriously, "Don't do anything dangerous anymore, Arthur. That Flying Ford Anglia not only got you warned by the Ministry of Magic, but it almost killed Harry and Ron!"
Arthur gave a guilty reply.
Ron, standing next to Molly, scratched his head awkwardly—the culprit was right there.
Just then, the twins who had been playing around quietly moved closer to Arthur, one on each side.
Fred grinned mischievously and said, "Don't be discouraged, Dad. If you want to build another flying ship, we'll support you."
Arthur shook his head. "Forget it, Fred."
Fred and George exchanged a glance, smiled slightly, and said nothing more.
They knew their father was a strong Muggle object enthusiast.
One day I won't be able to hold back anymore.
A few minutes later, the group arrived at the Burrow.
At this moment, Morris was finally able to see the entire building clearly.
It consists of several separate wooden houses stacked crookedly together, looking somewhat shaky and unsafe.
This style of house seems to be quite popular among wizards.
Morris had seen many similar buildings when he was in Diagon Alley.
In addition, they also have a garage and a backyard.
"Please come in," Arthur, pushing open the wooden door and stepping aside to let Morris pass first. "It might be a bit cramped."
Morris stepped inside.
It appears to be a combined living room, kitchen, and dining room.
Although the space was not small, it was crammed full of all sorts of things. The atmosphere was thick with the presence of living people, completely different from Frick's place.
As the Weasley entered the room one by one, the clock on the wall caught Morris's attention.
The clock has nine hands, each bearing a person's name. When Ron came in, the hand representing him moved from "On the Road" to "Home".
"A clever design." Morris examined the clock on the wall with great interest. "It shows location and reflects the situation. Who made this?"
Ron, busy hanging coats on the rack, glanced up when he heard this and casually said, "Probably my dad."
Upon hearing this, Arthur walked over to Morris's side, a proud expression on his face.
"Oh, this one," he said. "I did make it. The main reason is that I have two kids who are particularly good at disappearing."
Which two are they?
Morris could figure that out with his ass.
He asked curiously, "What kind of magic did you use? Can you tell me?"
"If you want to know, of course you can."
So Arthur spent more than ten minutes explaining the clock's workings to Morris.
It's not complicated; it uses a special kind of magic.
However, the prerequisite for casting this spell is having family.
Isn't this putting him in a difficult position?
Morris had no choice but to abandon the idea of making a similar clock.
While they were discussing the clock, Ron led Harry upstairs, and Ginny and Percy returned to their respective rooms.
" Morris, come, have some tea." Molly approached with a tray bearing several steaming teacups and a plate of homemade cookies. "I hope you don't find this place too crowded or small, with so many people..."
"Not at all, Mrs. Weasley." Morris took the teacup, his tone sincere.
"That's good." Molly suddenly remembered something and said with concern, "By the way, Morris, where do you usually live? Fred and George said you live in Knockturn Alley —those two little rascals always play these kinds of nasty jokes."
Morris admitted, "I do live there."
These words made Molly tense instantly, and Arthur also cast a wary glance at her.
Knockturn Alley, that's not a good place.
"We told you already, Mom," George shouted from the side. " Fred and I weren't lying."
Molly ignored George.
"Is it true?" She sat down close to Morris, staring intently at Morris, and said worriedly, " Knockturn Alley, that place is too chaotic, darling. How could you...?"
This family are all good people.
Morris sighed inwardly, then said, "It's true, Mrs. Weasley. But don't worry, Professor Dumbledore knows I live there, so nothing will happen."
" Dumbledore?"
The name seemed to have a magical power, which relaxed Molly and Arthur somewhat, but the doubt in their eyes had not completely disappeared.
Just then, the sound of flapping wings came from outside the window.