Harry, wearing a wizard's robe, walked into the studio outside the Burrow, which was filled with Muggle supplies, and looked around with his lake-green eyes.

There is a radio placed on a cabinet next to the door, which was used to receive the radio stations Porter Watch used to receive.

"What did you ask us to do? Dad." Ron limped in behind Harry with a cane. "Today is the full moon, and we still have a lot to do."

"Your legs can't ride a broomstick, can you?" Arthur looked at his son expressionlessly, "and you don't want to stay at home."

"Of course." Ron said matter-of-factly, "My friends need me!"

"Isn't it because Hermione is out in the limelight?"

"Of course not!" Ron shouted.

"Why did you call us here? Arthur." Harry asked. "I think Ron is right. We have a lot to do today."

Arthur changed his expression and smiled at Harry.

"I have a gift for you."

Arthur said, walking to a huge thing covered with white cloth, and then pulled hard.

It was a light motorcycle with a black rack, exactly the same as the one Hagrid rode before.

"This..." Harry said in disbelief.

"Yes, it's what you think." Arthur smiled proudly, "This is Sirius Black's flying motorcycle."

"But I remember it was destroyed." Harry said at a loss. "On the day we moved from my aunt's house."

"Of course I remember that it was seriously injured during the chase, but it was not destroyed. I hid it in the backyard and spent a lot of time repairing it." Arthur stroked the headlight of the motorcycle.

Say "I wanted to give it to you as a birthday present, Harry, but I think you both need a handy tool more than a surprise right now. Ron can sit in the rack while he recovers, and you can ride

Take the flying motorcycle and drive him to where you want to go."

"Don't you object to me joining the war, Dad?" Ron asked.

Arthur looked at Ron and said after a while, "If I could have given it to Harry earlier, you might not have been injured in the swamp. This is my fault."

"It's not your fault, Arthur, don't blame yourself." Harry said, "None of us thought of it."

"Anyway, let's give it a try." Arthur stepped aside. "Have you ever ridden a motorcycle, Harry?"

"I think I can do it." Harry said with a smile.

"This guy is not a broomstick, look at this." Arthur pressed a purple button next to the odometer, and a stream of hot blue dragon fire spurted out from the exhaust pipe.

"It can even carry a big man like Hagrid. Imagine you are riding a dragon." Arthur said loudly amidst the noise from the exhaust pipe.

"Cool." Ron said with eyes shining. "No wonder Sirius likes it so much."

Harry also looked at the flying motorcycle that looked brand new. Arthur pressed the purple button again before the dragon fire ignited other things in the garage, and the dragon fire immediately went out.

"I not only repaired it, but if you press the green button, a brick wall will appear, and if you press the second button, a net will appear. If you want to catch werewolves alive, I think you can use this.

"

"Thank you, Arthur." Harry walked to the motorcycle and stroked the handlebar. "This is the best gift I have ever received."

"Better than the Firebolt Sirius gave you?" Arthur said jokingly.

Harry didn't laugh.

"When I was a child, I had a dream one day that I was sitting on a flying motorcycle, but when I woke up, I found myself still in the storage room. 11

When I was 2 years old, my uncle drove Dudley and I to the zoo. He kept complaining on the way that a motorcycle tried to pass him. I told him that I dreamed of a flying motorcycle, and he almost hit it because of it.

Get in the car in front."

"That's really dangerous." Arthur exclaimed.

"He told me that motorcycles can't fly. I told him that of course I know that motorcycles can't fly. It's just a dream. Sometimes, I suspect that everything I experience is a dream. When I wake up, I am still

In that storage room, you, the Flying Motorcycle, and Voldemort were all my imagination or dreams. There is no magic in this world."

"You sound like a Muggle." Ron complained, "Stop talking so much nonsense and just ride on it and try it!"

"I can't wear this." Harry said, looking at his cloak and robes, as if he was worried that he would trip over the flowing robes.

"You don't have to worry about that." Arthur took out a box from the cabinet nearby. "This is the birthday gift Ginny prepared for you."

Harry took the box and after opening it he found a jacket inside.

There is nothing more suitable for motorcycles than a jacket, but this jacket is very regular, without rivets or strange decorations, and is not punk at all.

"Put it on." Arthur sighed. "I wish you good luck and remember to come back safely, Harry."

"I will, Arthur." Harry said seriously.

"What about me?" Ron complained. "Where's my jacket?"

"What jacket are you wearing?" Arthur yelled.

"That's not fair!"

While the two father and son were bickering, Harry took off his robe, put on his jacket, then turned over and rode his motorcycle.

"Boom." As he turned the throttle, the motorcycle began to roar, but the exhaust pipe did not spit out dragon fire like before.

"Let's go, Ron!" Harry said to his friend.

Ron sat in the bucket and pointed his wand at the garage exit, and the closed door slowly opened.

"Let's go, Harry! Go at full speed!" Ron shouted excitedly.

"Don't forget your helmet!" Arthur shouted to the two young men, but they obviously didn't listen to him. After the flying motorcycle turned on its bright headlights, it shot towards the night sky with a full moon like a bolt of lightning.

Fly away.

Pay attention to traffic rules and remember to wear a helmet when riding!
Chapter completed!