"What do Dark Wizards do with Muggles?" Ron asked curiously.
"You really wouldn't want to know, Ron." Mr. Weasley looked at Ron with a smart gaze, took the ice-cold beer handed over by the bartender, and gulped down a mouthful.
"Ah..." He put down the glass, "Now this is living—"
"Do you know who saved those Muggles?" Ron asked again.
"No idea. I heard that the Muggle Prime Minister communicated with Fudge, and we're not allowed to use Truth Serum on those Muggles," Mr. Weasley sighed, "But it makes sense. After all, those people have already suffered once, and using Truth Serum on them would be somewhat inhumane."
"It's really tough for us." Mr. Weasley took another gulp of beer and said to Harry, "I remember Ron said today is your birthday, happy birthday, Harry."
"Thank you, Uncle Arthur." Harry responded politely and sweetly.
Mr. Weasley felt a bit emotional inside; this kid... is really wonderful. He really does resemble his mother.
"So I've heard you've been living in the Muggle world?" Mr. Weasley asked again, "Can you tell me, exactly what is a rubber duck used for?"
"Actually, it's just a toy for Muggle children to play with while bathing, nothing more," Harry described, "That thing makes a sound when pressed, and kids really like it."
"Oh! Is that so!" Mr. Weasley suddenly understood, finally solving a mystery that had puzzled him.
He added, "In a while, I'll send you home first, and then I have to return to the Ministry to handle troubles. It's truly... exhausting."
He continued, and said to Harry again, "No need to feel out of place, Harry; make yourself at home. Your Auntie Molly has been talking about you, especially since Ron said you're coming today. She has prepared lots of delicious food for you."
"Really?" Harry asked happily.
"Of course." Mr. Weasley took a breather and said to them, "I'll take you back once I've rested a bit."
After saying this, Mr. Weasley leaned back on the chair and began to relax with his eyes closed. Ron nudged Harry's ribs, whispering, "He might have fallen asleep."
As soon as he spoke, the sound of snoring arose.
"Mr. Weasley is already very tired." Harry patted Ron, "We better not disturb him; he'll wake up on his own after a while."
When saying this, he felt a bit guilty because he hadn't erased the memories of the Muggles.
If someone else was toiling away that would be fine, but Mr. Weasley… he was the father of his good buddy Gareth and his good buddy Ron.
This relationship... hmm, it's a bit confusing.
"If I knew who did that, I'd certainly teach him a lesson!" Ron was still somewhat indignant, not for anything else but because of his old father's exhaustion, "You just watch, Harry!"
"Yeah... indeed." Harry turned away, feeling very guilty.
"What are you doing?" Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "That person wasn't you."
Harry thought, no, that person was indeed me.
Huh?
No, wait, he pondered for a bit; earlier at Diagon Alley, he was using the alias "Sebastian It's None of Your Business", so what Sebastian did shouldn't relate to him, Harry Potter.
Thinking this way, Harry's inner guilt lessened a bit.
Before long, Mr. Weasley let out a snore, seemingly choked himself awake.
He drowsily chewed his mouth and asked, "How long did I sleep?"
"Half an hour," Ron replied.
Mr. Weasley stretched his hands and rubbed his face randomly, letting out a long yawn.
"Let me wake up," Mr. Weasley said, "In a while, I'll Apparate you two home—ah, I forgot to drive today, otherwise I'd certainly let Harry see our family's car..."
"I remember Mr. Granger seemed very interested in flying cars." Harry looked at Ron and said, "During Christmas at Hermione's house, Ron told Mr. Granger about your car, the flying one."
"Really? Haha!" Mr. Weasley said proudly, "That's a car I put in a lot of work to modify—you mean Mr. Granger, right? Hermione's dad? I remember Ron often telling me that there's a little girl named Hermione who's quite close to you?"
"Yes, she's a member of our Dueling House." Harry replied with a smile.
"I've heard about your dueling organization, Harry." Mr. Weasley patted Harry's arm, "If you don't mind, you could include Fred and George. Those two lads have endless energy every day; getting them to spend it in dueling practice is certainly better than playing pranks at school."
"Sure." Harry did not refuse Mr. Weasley's request.
"Alright," Mr. Weasley stood up, "You two follow me to the door, and I'll Apparate you."
A moment later, the three appeared at the Weasley family's door.
As soon as Ron landed, he threw up, spewing all the Butter Beer he drank earlier onto the ground.
"No matter how many times, I just don't like this feeling," Ron moaned.
"You'll feel better after drinking some water." Mr. Weasley patted Ron's back, trying to make him feel a bit better.
Harry looked up at Ron's house.
Honestly speaking, Ron's house was very simple— it seemed to have been a large stone-built pigsty before, with additional rooms built here and there later, reaching up to several stories high, crookedly, as though it were put together by magic.
Harry swore, if it weren't for magic, this house would have collapsed long ago.
There were four or five chimneys on the red roof, and a sign leaning in front of the house displaying the words "Humble Abode".
By the front door lay some high-top leather boots and a rusty cauldron, with several plump brown hens pecking their food in the yard, looking quite cozy.
"Not so great, huh?" Ron turned his head away somewhat embarrassedly, his ears turning red.
"It's absolutely fantastic." Harry genuinely wrapped his arm around Ron's shoulder, "I mean, it feels very homely, full of warmth."
"Really?" Ron finally smiled, "I think so as well—although it's a bit simple, it's indeed a warm home."
"Alright, kids." Mr. Weasley sighed, "I'll not be attending tonight's party, I've got to make a trip back to the Ministry, oh my... "
"Stay safe, Uncle Arthur." Harry said politely.
"Thank you, Harry." Mr. Weasley said and disappeared from where he stood.
Ron waved towards the spot where Mr. Weasley vanished and said to Harry, "Let's go inside..."
"Wait, I've brought a friend." Harry said and opened his wallet to let Pabi out.
As soon as Pabi touched the sunlight, it neighed cheerfully and then jumped excitedly a couple of times.
"Blood Mother Hell, you've actually brought a Unicorn out?!" Ron pointed at Pabi, his expression full of disbelief.
He truly hadn't expected his good buddy to be so bold, daring to smuggle a Unicorn!
"Relax, we're all friends here." Harry patted Pabi's waist.
Before Ron could say anything more, he saw an owl flying from the distant sky.
"Whose owl is that?" Ron looked up and asked.
Soon, the owl gave him an answer.
The owl flew to Harry's side and dropped an elegantly looking letter on the ground in front of him.
"Oh, it's your letter."
Ron bent down to pick up the letter for Harry, glancing at it and then at Harry.
"Nicolas Flamel?! Harry, you actually know Nicolas Flamel? He actually wrote you a letter?"
Upon hearing this, Harry's heart skipped a beat.
Nicolas Flamel?
How does he know the letter is from me?!
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