Chapter 101: A car accident that Harry and Ron could not escape

During the month that Harry lived at the Burrow, he basically ignored the diary that he originally regarded as a treasure.

Riddle waited anxiously, but the time was getting closer and closer to the start of Hogwarts. If Harry is allowed to return to school, he will appear under the noses of Dumbledore and Dracula again, and it will probably become more difficult to obtain Harry's blood.

"No, we can't continue to be indifferent!"

Diary Riddle secretly made up his mind and prepared to take action hard.

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Harry felt that the summer vacation had ended too quickly.

He looked forward to returning to Hogwarts, but at the same time, this month living in the Burrow was no worse than staying at Hogwarts. It was also the happiest time of his life.

When he thought about the Dursleys and the poor treatment he might receive the next time he returned to Privet Drive, he couldn't help but be jealous of his good friend Ron for having such a big and loving family.

On the last night before departure, Mrs. Weasley used her cooking magic to make a large sumptuous dinner, all of which were Harry's favorite foods. The last dish was honey pudding that made people drool.

Fred and George prepared two homemade fireworks and gave everyone a grand fireworks show at the last dinner before the start of school. The bright fireworks made the night more perfect.

The twins received praise from everyone except Percy. Harry and Ron even secretly gave the two high affirmations, believing that the two talents would definitely achieve their goal before graduation - to create a project that would transform the city of Hogwarts. The super-large fireworks that were swallowed up by the castle.

After enjoying themselves, the wizards in the Burrow each drank a cup of hot chocolate, then went to bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the rooster in the courtyard of the Burrow served as an alarm clock for the Weiss family.

As soon as the rooster crowed, Mrs. Weasley woke everyone up. But they still seemed to be in a hurry, as if they had a lot of things to do before departure.

Mrs. Weasley ran around, looking for spare bedding and clothing for Ginny, who was going to school this year, and preparing snacks and lunches for the Weasley brothers who were going back to school. She gradually became very moody. irritable.

Everyone always bumps into each other on the narrow stairs.

On the crowded stairs, Fred was half-dressed, George was holding a bit of leftover bread in his hand, Ron was holding up his trousers, and Harry was rushing upstairs to get the forgotten textbook...

When everything was almost ready, when Mr. Wesley was trying to carry Ginny's suitcase to the car, he tripped over a Quaffle in the yard and almost broke his neck.

"Hiss - why is there a Quaffle at the door of the garage?" Mr. Weasley gasped, covered his painful neck, looked at Fred and George and asked, "Fred, George, is it you?" Didn’t you put the Quaffle away after playing Quidditch?!”

"We're not, Dad!" said Fred.

"We didn't, Dad!" said George.

Fred was a little angry when he saw Mr. Weiss and wanted to find someone to take the blame. He glanced at the big rooster standing next to him, rolled his eyes, and paid attention.

"Dad, I think the chicken kicked the Quaffle here!" he said.

George also understood immediately, and said tactfully next to Fred: "Yes, Dad, the chickens in the Muggle world can play basketball, why can't the chickens in our magical world play Quaffle?"

As soon as Muggle games were mentioned, Mr. Weasley forgot about the pain and stood up with interest, "Basketball, a ball in a basket? Is that a Muggle sport?"

Harry had no choice but to act as a commentator for Mr. Wesley, explaining the rules of basketball.

"Stop studying basketball and Quaffle, we're going to be late!" It wasn't until Mrs. Weiss came over to urge them that Mr. Weiss thought of business and quickly put Ginny's suitcase into the old Ford. In the back of the car.

Under the influence of the traceless stretching spell, six large boxes, two owl cages and a mouse cage were stuffed into the trunk at the same time, even leaving many empty spaces.

"Don't tell Molly." Mr. Weasley whispered to Harry while proudly opening the suitcase and showing Harry his results.

When they finally packed their things and got into the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced at the back seat in surprise——

Harry, Ron, Fred, George and Percy sat comfortably side by side, while she and Ginny sat in the front passenger seat, the seats as wide as park benches.

"Muggles are really smarter than we think," she exclaimed. "You can't tell from the outside that the car is so spacious!"

Listening to Mrs. Weasley's praise, Mr. Weasley looked a little embarrassed and quickly started the car engine.

With a "buzz" sound, the car drove out of the yard.

Harry reluctantly looked back at this strange house for the last time, thinking in his mind when he would see it again...

So they came back.

George forgot his pull-out fireworks at home.

Ten minutes later, with a squeak of brakes, the car stopped again in the yard, allowing Fred to run back and get his broomstick.

By the time we set off again, it was already very late, and Mrs. Weasley, who was sitting in the car, seemed so angry that smoke was coming out of her ears.

Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.

"Molly, dear..."

"No, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley seemed to know what Mr. Weasley was going to say and interrupted him immediately.

"No one will see us. There is a little button here, which is the invisible booster I installed - it will send us up to the sky." Mr. Weasley said, "Then we can fly above the clouds, ten Minutes to King's Cross station, no one would have known..."

"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight." Mrs. Weasley firmly refused Mr. Weasley's request.

So the old Ford Anglia blocked the road leading to the station, stuck with a group of vehicles taking children to school.

When the Weiss family and Harry finally arrived at King's Cross Station, there were no little wizards left on platform 9 and 3\\/4, and they became the last wave of families to arrive at the station.

Standing in front of the partition between platforms 9 and 10, Mrs. Weasley looked nervously at the clock on the wall - it was five minutes to eleven o'clock, which meant that the train would leave in five minutes. .

They must walk through the wall pretending to be nonchalant within five minutes without attracting the attention of the surrounding Muggles.

"Don't worry, Mom." Fred said with a smile, "We're just in time!"

The first was Percy. He looked around, quickly walked into the wall and disappeared. Mr. Weasley followed with Fred and George.

"I'm taking Ginny with me," Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry and Ron and said, "You two have already been here once, there must be no problem, just follow us."

She grabbed Ginny's hand, walked forward, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Let's spend it together, we only have one minute." Ron glanced at the wall clock and said eagerly.

Harry nodded, checked to see if Hedwig's cage was securely fastened to the top of the box, and then turned the small luggage cart to face the partition wall.

He was very confident, because walking through the wall was not nearly as uncomfortable as using floo powder.

The two of them stood up confidently, pushed the car towards the partition wall resolutely, and gradually picked up the pace and started running——

"Winter-bang-crackling-"

The two trolleys bounced off the partition wall, Ron's trunk hit the ground hard, and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the polished floor and rolled aside.

Hedwig banged her head against the cage and screamed angrily.

Their strange behavior attracted the attention of a large crowd around them, and guards gathered around them.

"What are you two boys doing?" a guard asked angrily.

"Um...if I said that the trolley accidentally fell away, would you believe it?" Harry smiled awkwardly, holding his ribs and getting up.

Ron quickly ran over and picked up Hedwig.

Hedwig was still flapping her wings and making a lot of noise, which made many onlookers unhappy and accused them of animal cruelty.

"The owl is a wild bird that longs for freedom. Why do you keep it in a small cage?" A middle-aged Muggle woman came over with an Animal Protection Association badge on her chest.

"But Hedwig is actually a pet." Ron retorted.

"Lie!" the middle-aged woman from the Animal Protection Association said loudly, "I have been in contact with animals for so many years, and I have never seen anyone keeping an owl as a pet!"

However, Harry and Ron no longer paid attention to this tough woman.

Normally, they might have been quarreling with her for a while, but at this time, with only twenty seconds left, the second hand of the big clock would reach the "twelve" position, and the two of them only had the following thoughts in their hearts: in a hurry.

Harry ignored the strange looks from others and ran to the partition wall in front of him, pressing his whole body against it.

The wall remained solid and motionless.

"We're going to miss the train." Ron also came over and pushed the cart against the wall. "I don't understand why the passage was sealed..."

Harry looked up at the clock. He was so panicked that he felt dizzy.

Five seconds...four seconds...

He gritted his teeth, took a few steps back, and then hit the wall with a bang.

"Ouch——" He covered his head and cried out in pain.

"It's over," Ron said blankly when he saw the second hand crossing "twelve", "The train has left, what if mom and dad can't come to pick us up?"

But at this time, Harry had a big bump on his head and didn't hear what Ron said.

"It turns out that this child has a brain problem." The woman from the Animal Protection Association just looked at Harry hitting the wall and shook her head regretfully, "It's a pity that there is a brain problem at such a young age."

The guards nearby also sighed and shook their heads, signaling one of them to find the medical staff at the station to come over and see him.

"Harry, is this your diary?" At this moment, Ron suddenly pointed to the floor next to Harry and asked, "Did it fall out of your box?"

Harry looked in the direction of Ron's finger in surprise, and saw that Tom's blank diary had been opened at some point, and there was a faint line of writing on it.

"Tom?" Harry quickly turned sideways, blocking Ron's view.

I saw a line written in the diary——

"Harry, if you feel distressed, I think I have a way to help you get back to Hogwarts."

Harry's expression suddenly changed from worry to ecstasy, but he didn't have a quill in his hand at this time, so he couldn't ask Tom what he could do.

The diary seemed to understand Harry's current situation, and without waiting for him to ask, he told his own solution——

"Harry, I have a way to make a portkey. If you need it, I can help you make a portkey to Hogwarts."

Riddle had already planned it in his mind.

When Harry was about to enter platform 9 and 3/4 through the partition between platforms 9 and 10, he tampered with the enchanted partition to prevent him from boarding the Hogwarts Express. pace.

Riddle knew that Harry had a similar childhood to him and considered Hogwarts his home, and it was impossible to accept that he would not be able to return to Hogwarts to attend school.

In this way, when Harry was most anxious, Riddle could offer to make the door key to Hogwarts for him and gain his trust.

But of course this portkey didn't lead to Hogwarts, and it was too late for him to avoid the two immortals there!

Riddle is preparing to make a door key that leads directly to Gaunt's old house and Riddle's cemetery, sending Harry Potter directly to Voldemort himself.

Taking this opportunity, Voldemort can arrange for his Death Eaters to collect Harry Potter's blood, and then use the bones of old Tom Riddle and the flesh of the Death Eater servants to successfully complete the resurrection!

If Riddle hadn't had a mouth in his diary state, he would have laughed wantonly. He felt that his plan was so perfect!

"Portkey?" Harry looked at the writing in the diary with joy, then turned to look at Ron, "Ron, do you know what a portkey is?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about the portkey, Harry?" Ron asked in surprise, "Portkeys require approval from the Ministry of Magic. We cannot use the portkey to return to Hogwarts privately."

Harry's eyes suddenly lit up, "Just tell me what a portkey is. Maybe we can find a portkey?"

"Oh, the portkey is a very convenient means of transportation. It's a bit like a Floo powder." Ron said, "But to be honest, it's very unlikely that we will have a chance to find the portkey."

Hearing Ron's description - "Portkeys are a bit like using Floo powder", Harry couldn't help but think of the last experience of using Floo powder, and the evil dominatrix he met when he accidentally entered Knockturn Alley. .

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He shivered all over, subconsciously rejecting the door key mentioned in the diary.

"I think it's best for us to go back to the car and wait," Harry looked at the two medical staff coming from a distance and said quickly to Ron, "If there is a last resort, consider the door..."

"Harry!" Ron suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Car!"

"What's wrong?" Harry was startled by his actions and asked in surprise.

"We can drive to Hogwarts!" Ron said excitedly.

"But I think..." Harry was still a little hesitant.

"We're trapped, right? We have to rush back to school, right? In a real emergency, little wizards can also use magic. There are provisions in Section 19 or Section 1 of the "Restrictions Regulations"... …”

Obviously, these words were spoken by Fred and George to Ron.

But Harry didn't know how unreliable this regulation was, and now he just wanted to go back to school.

"Can you drive it?" Harry's hesitation suddenly turned into excitement, and he momentarily forgot what Riddle said about the portkey.

"No problem!" Ron said, turning the trolley towards the exit, "Let's go quickly. If we catch up, we can still catch up with the Hogwarts Express."

The two of them bypassed the medical staff who came to see if there was anything wrong with their brains, walked quickly through the curious crowd, walked out of the station, and returned to the old Ford Anglia parked on the service road, leaving only Riddle. Harry was crying in his backpack.

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Across the calm, deep, mirror-smooth surface of the Black Lake, on the dark horizon, on the top of the high cliffs across the lake, stood the silhouettes of the turrets and towers of Hogwarts Castle.

The castle was brightly lit, with countless candles hovering in mid-air, illuminating four long tables filled with people, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.

The ceiling was enchanted to clearly reflect the bright stars in the night sky outside.

Professor McGonagall, who wore glasses and had her hair tied tightly into a bun, placed a brand new Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the new students.

Dracula held up a goblet and shook it gently.

He looked at the little wizards below and sighed in surprise at the brand-new Sorting Hat, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and was extremely satisfied with his results.

But it seems not all viewers were impressed by Dracula's masterpiece.

When Dracula accidentally glanced at the two red-haired figures, he found that they had no intention of caring about the Sorting Hat.

Looking at the disrespectful twins, Dracula felt very unhappy. So he put down his glass and stared at them with evil eyes.

However, Fred and George, who are usually extremely out of touch, did not notice the ferocious look in Dracula's eyes at the professor's seat today. They did not even secretly open a gambling game as usual to fool a group of rich second-generation Slytherins. We bet with them or something.

The two of them sat in their seats absentmindedly, even a little worried.

"How come these two guys are so honest today?"

Dracula frowned slightly when he saw the twins' abnormal behavior.

Just when he wanted to go down and ask them what happened, a muffled sound spread throughout the castle.

The professors who were waiting for the sorting ceremony raised their heads in shock and subconsciously twisted their necks to the northeast of the castle...

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