On the afternoon of August 31st, a green car slowly drove to the door of Karl's house.

"You need to make some friends in advance. Especially when you step into an unfamiliar area." The black cat Hettings comforted him while sitting on Carl's dark red cow leather suitcase.

It is the bodyguard prepared by Polo for Karl. Although it has no combat effectiveness, it is good at discovering hidden things and will be responsible for guarding Karl against danger.

Karl thought for a while and felt that what Hetings said made sense.

In the class of the previous life, students who could make friends would save the teacher a lot of worry in many ways.

Students are imitators of adults, a small society, but in some ways it is even worse because of the lack of mature minds.

For example, isolation and bullying. Such things also exist among adults, but they hide it very well, but students are much more straightforward.

And this kind of straightforwardness often brings greater harm.

but.

"This is a magical world." Karl said, "When people can have powerful powers, do they still need to consider these things?"

Ordinary people need to unite because they lack enough strength to resist risks and change the status quo.

But wizards, especially those powerful wizards, are just like those rich and powerful people in previous lives. They have the power to resist risks, change their own status quo, and even provide shelter to others.

So they never lack friends, and people are willing to be friends with them.

"No one can guarantee that he will always be strong." Hettings looked up at Karl with a gloomy look. "And those who come because of their strength, are they friends or vassals?"

The car gradually approached, and both of them closed their mouths.

Soon, Arthur Weasley got out of the car, with an excited look on his face, and walked quickly to Carl: "How is this car? I got it recently. It's amazing! I

This is my first time driving on Muggle roads."

Carl blinked and decided not to ask Mr. Weasley if he knew what a driving license was.

There must be magic in this, right, Mr. Weasley.

Arthur Weasley seemed to have thought of something and explained: "I just drove a short distance, from that intersection." He pointed to the intersection not far away, which was the entrance to the community, and gestured with his hand: "Slow down.

Drive here slowly. After all, I can't let the car suddenly appear in front of Muggles."

He looked at the black cat next to him: "This is your pet. It's very beautiful. What's its name?"

"Hasting." Carl said, and Hasting meowed in response, as if to tell Mr. Weasley that it was indeed a black cat.

"Then get in the car. We have to drive a long way. I'll be here early in the morning."

As Mr. Weasley started the car, the car slowly drove out of the community, gradually took off in a deserted place, became faster and faster, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

"We lived in Ottery St. Catchpole, which was a great village."

Mr. Weasley held the steering wheel, twisting it left and right from time to time, as if he was really controlling the car. If you ignored his immobile gear and his flat right foot, it did look like that.

Just like Dumbledore.

Carl recalled the experience of riding the subway with Dumbledore, and had a preliminary understanding of the isolation of the wizarding world.

During the next drive, Carl seemed to return to the scene of sitting in a taxi in his previous life: the driver, Mr. Weasley, was very excited and talked about his interest in Muggle items to Carl. He seemed to think that he and Carl could do something about these things.

There is a common discourse.

Unfortunately, just like those taxi drivers in his previous life who talked about national affairs, although Arthur Weasley was interested in Muggle items, his level was not high.

His words were full of wizards' prejudices against Muggles and their own conjectures, so more often than not, Carl just played the role of listening.

But he didn't dislike it, and he didn't deliberately correct it unless Mr. Weasley asked him.

He knew that this was Mr. Weasley trying to establish a relationship with him, and this kind of establishment was always bilateral, so Carl was also trying to respond.

The efforts of both parties were still effective. Through this "conversation" along the way, Carl clearly felt that the strangeness between Arthur and him had dissipated a lot.

As the sun gradually set in the west, Carl saw that the traces of the real world outside were becoming increasingly scarce, and they seemed to have arrived in the wilderness from the human world.

After an unknown amount of time, the black curtain had covered half of the sky, and the light blue crescent moon emerged in the east. With the last bit of skylight, Karl found patches of farmland and clusters of trees appearing on the ground.

With a slight shock, the car landed on the ground, and Karl looked outside. This was his first time in the British countryside.

Outside is a dilapidated garage, surrounded by a small yard. There are some stones on the outside as a fence. The height is not very high. Karl estimates that it is only a little more than one meter.

There are some buildings in the yard, the most conspicuous of which is the middle room. It looks more like a building block built by a child. It is several stories high, layer by layer, and crooked.

There is no doubt that this is not a building that Muggles can build.

There were four or five chimneys on the roof of the red house - it was smoking right now - and there was a sign stuck diagonally in front of the house that read "The Burrow".

Carl followed Mr. Weasley out of the car with Hattings in his arms. Before he could reach the door, he heard the cry of a child inside, and a heart-stopping loud voice: "George, if you take Luo again?"

Eun makes me cry..."

"Mom, it was Fred who did it!" a child retorted loudly.

"George!" The anger in the voice became even louder, followed by a roaring noise and constant begging for mercy.

Weasley sighed deeply, turned back to look at Carl, and smiled awkwardly: "These are the two troublemakers in my family. Of course, they are not bad at heart, they are good children."

But he quickly added a word that Karl could barely hear, "Probably."

The interior of the burrow is very narrow, and the piles of various items all hint at how prosperous the family is.

He followed Mr. Weasley into the kitchen, which was undoubtedly more crowded. In the middle was a clean table and a few chairs. Four red-haired children of different ages were sitting at the table and playing around.

The other two older children helped on the other side and moved some things onto the table.

There was a small stove there, and Mrs. Weasley was busy preparing dinner. From the back, she looked like a healthy lady.

She waved her magic wand, and the sausages and beef lined up on the chopping board. After gently swiping the kitchen knife that had been prepared, they divided them into equal-sized portions, and then lined up and jumped into the frying pan.

The stew pot on the side was bubbling, and from time to time there were vegetables that Karl didn't recognize, and spices sneaked into the pot after being washed.

Then, there was no trace again.

While Mrs. Weasley was busy, she told the oldest child beside her: "You must watch your younger brothers at school. If they are disobedient, you must remember to write to me."

"dad!"

The children were the first to find out that their father was back. The youngest girl immediately let go of the boy's hair, jumped off the chair and ran to her father to complain: "Fred bullied me!"

The child chasing after her immediately yelled: "It's George who bullied you!" Behind him was a boy who looked exactly the same, and he immediately retorted: "Fred, you always blame me for the bad things!"

Mr. Weasley held the little girl's hand with a smile, and then waved to the child who was following them and looking at him helplessly: "Ron, I heard it outside, did George play a prank on you again?

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The child named Ron then ran to Mr. Weasley, took his father's other hand, and whispered: "I am too timid."

Ron?

Karl took a careful look at the weak little boy in front of him.

I think of a big brother with red hair.

Is this the future Harry Potter best friend?

Ron's words did not make the two troublemakers behind him feel guilty. Instead, they sang along: "That's right, that's right. George just reminded him that there is something in his hair."

"If you ask me, I have to blame Percy for this. If Percy hadn't been packing things up there, how could the spider that was hanging on the ceiling run down and get into Ron's hair. But my mother always thinks that bad things happen.

It's the bad boy who does it, isn't it, model Percy."

Speaking of "Model Percy", the twins chorused in unison and pointed at the tall boy behind them.

The tall boy holding the steak wore a pair of glasses and neat clothes. He had a sinister smile on his lips: "I hope you can be so lively at the sorting ceremony tomorrow, George."

Followed by the boy who walked in carrying stew. He had a broad face like a good man, and his body was similar to the tall brother next to him, but he was a little stronger. He also had a bad smile on his face: "That's right, George, Frey

De, if you weren't worried about affecting your sorting ceremony tomorrow, do you think mother would let you two off so easily?"

George and Fred stopped talking, and their lively expressions paused for a moment. They looked at their father together. Fred at the front asked: "Dad, can you tell us, what is the test in the sorting ceremony? Charlie

When it comes to fire dragons, Percy said there are not only fire dragons, but also trolls, specially used to pick out naughty students."

"So, did George really do it?" Weasley patted George's head gently, coughed and said solemnly, "Yes, that is indeed a very important and difficult assessment!"

"You have to know that Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the UK. I really hope you don't fail the entrance exam because you are too naughty. That will make our family a laughing stock! Now, go back and sit down to eat!"

Mr. Weasley's serious words frightened the twins, and they obediently walked to their seats with their heads lowered.

Carl sat on the only empty chair, facing the Weasleys, with George on his left and Percy on his right.

All the dishes on the table have been served: steak, sausages, stews, and a small piece of fried fish. Slender bread sticks are smeared with a layer of butter. They are neatly stacked in light yellow baskets, and there are some dishes in front of everyone.

There was a glass of light red liquid, and Karl could smell a sweet smell, which should be the juice squeezed from some kind of fruit.

Mrs. Weasley walked over to sit next to Mr. Weasley and smiled at Carl.

Mr. Weasley stood up and raised his glass: "Let us welcome a young wizard: Carl Turinus. He will go to Hogwarts tomorrow with your brothers George and Fred."

Everyone raised their cups: "Here's to Carl Turinus!"

Karl stood up, bowed and thanked sheepishly: "Thank you! Thank you! You can call me Karl."

Next, Mr. Weasley introduced the members of their family to Carl: Charlie, who is in fifth grade, is the prefect of Gryffindor, and Percy, who is a good student in Gryffindor, is in third grade.

They all smiled and greeted Carl.
To be continued...