The roommates looked at each other and shook their heads, saying, "We didn't see it..."
Hermione frowned, her voice growing anxious. "That's strange...where did Harry and Ron go?"
"I've asked so many people, even Percy, Fred, and George, and they all say they haven't seen them…"
"Fred and the others didn't see them either?" Vizette asked, somewhat surprised. "Harry was picked up by Mr. Weasley during the summer vacation; they should be together, right?"
Luna woke up at some point, hugged her small pillow to her chest, and listened quietly to the conversation between Vizette and Hermione.
Hermione explained, "They left late today, and they drove to the station, so they almost missed their train by a few minutes."
"Mr. Weasley and the others led Ginny onto the platform first, followed by Percy, Fred, and George..."
"Perhaps Ron and Harry just missed it, right?" Vizette understood Hermione's meaning. "That should be alright, right? Harry even brought the owl."
"They might not send letters." Hermione ruffled her hair, making her already fluffy long hair look even messier, like a frizzy brown ragdoll cat.
"Fred just told me that if they were Ron and Harry, they would drive Mr. Weasley's car away and take advantage of this rare opportunity to enjoy the thrill of flying."
"That's kind of Fred's style," Vizette chuckled. "But Ron probably wouldn't do that…"
He considered his words carefully before continuing, "At least last time, after he thought about Mr. Weasley's job, he took the initiative to cancel the plan for the flying car."
"Oh! I've heard them mention that," Hermione recalled. "Thank goodness for your reminder, otherwise it would have been too dangerous!"
"So there's no need to worry too much." Vizette smiled slightly. "There are Ministry of Magic staff at the train station, so it's unlikely anything will happen."
"Actually, if we just wait where we are, Mr. Weasley and the others will help us come up with a solution once they come out."
"That's true, there are so many ways to do things…" Hermione nodded, looking much more relaxed than before. "I'll go back and tell Percy and the others not to worry."
After Hermione left, Luna whispered, "She must care a lot about Ron and Harry."
Vizette touched his earlobe, which was a little itchy. "That's why she was so anxious."
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Rewind to the point where the two rushed toward the wall, but instead of entering Platform 9¾, they crashed directly into the thick wall.
Hedwig the owl fell to the ground along with her cage, flapping her wings and hooting, attracting the attention of the surrounding travelers.
Harry clutched his ribs, panting heavily, and finally managed to stand up.
Faced with questioning looks from other passengers, he could only bite the bullet and explain, "I sold my car..."
After finally packing his luggage, Harry looked up at the clock in the station. As the second hand slowly approached the number twelve, his heart seemed to freeze for a moment.
Ron said somewhat blankly, "We're doomed...we're going to miss the Hogwarts train."
Harry leaned against the partition wall, his face flushed red, trying to squeeze in.
No miracle occurred; the wall seemed to have lost its magic, just a cold pile of bricks, as cold as his heart.
Hedwig the owl was still flapping her wings, the collision had startled her so badly that she hadn't recovered yet.
Several more travelers cast questioning glances, and a guard approached from a distance. Harry moved closer to Ron.
"Ron, shall we go back to the parking spot? Hedwig can't stay quiet right now, she'll still attract attention."
"A car? A vehicle?" Ron's eyes lit up. "We can fly to Hogwarts! We'll use that car!"
"That car can fly?" Harry's eyes widened. "I thought it was just bigger because the seats were magical."
Ron, pulling his luggage, explained as he left the station, "When you were trapped, we were planning to drive over and rescue you..."
"George and the others wanted Vizette to participate as well, but after Vizette asked a few questions, we gave up on the idea and let Dad pick you up."
"So you can drive?" Harry asked, sounding eager to try. "I can't drive..."
"I've learned it! Just step on the gas, turn the steering wheel…" He whispered in Harry's ear, trying to keep it low, "Dad did a lot of magical modifications, so driving is easy!"
"Are you sure there won't be any problems? Does that count as casting magic?" Harry's tone became excited, but he was still a little worried. "You know, I just got a warning from the Ministry of Magic."
Ron put his luggage in the trunk. "This is Dad's car. We just sit in it and start it. We don't use any magic."
"That's true!" Harry closed the trunk, left Hedwig in the back seat, closed the door, and fastened his seatbelt. "We didn't use any magic!"
The moment Ron gripped the steering wheel, he suddenly, as if by some strange twist of fate, remembered a few words Mr. Weasley had said: if an accident occurred and Muggles noticed, the Ministry of Magic would hold Mr. Weasley accountable…
A scene also came to mind—Arthur returning home after working all night, his dark circles so thick they looked like they'd been painted with ink, his eyes bloodshot from exhaustion…
Ron suddenly shuddered and looked at Harry with some guilt. "Harry...why don't we wait? Dad should be back soon."
"Vizette also told me that Dad could give us useful advice. He also graduated from Hogwarts and must have encountered this kind of thing before."
Hearing his best friend's words, Harry's restless heart calmed down a bit, and he nodded and said, "That's right, after all, driving a car into the sky is just too risky."
Ron forced a smile. "Anyway, school hasn't really started yet, so there shouldn't be any points deducted. Hermione doesn't need to worry about anything."
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The two sat in the car for a while before finally seeing Arthur's surprised expression through the car window.
"What are you doing in the car? We've been looking for you at the station for ages!" Arthur opened the car door. "What happened?"
As Ron explained, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing bruises on it. "That wall was sealed off; they didn't even go inside. Look..."
"You've grown up! Our Ronald has grown up!" Mrs. Weasley said, her voice filled with emotion, as she hugged Ron and kissed him all over his face.
"Mom, we're outside... please don't do this..." Ron's face and neck instantly turned red, and even his ears turned the same color as his hair.
Seeing Mrs. Weasley's relieved expression, Harry felt a mix of envy and relief.
If they actually drove to Hogwarts, it was unimaginable how annoyed Mrs. Weasley would be…
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