Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

The next day, nine o'clock in the morning, at the Burrow.

The Burrow was in chaos at this moment, with several children going up and down the stairs, making a banging sound.

"Mom, have you hidden my things again?" It was not known whether it was George or Fred who stood on the stairs and shouted to Mrs. Weasley who was cooking on the first floor.

"I didn't hide your stuff, your room is a mess like a doghouse and I don't want to go in," Mrs. Weasley shouted.

"Mom, aren't Charlie and Patsy going to the train station with us today?" Ron asked leisurely as he swung his little feet at the dining table and ate breakfast.

"Your great aunt said she would send Charlie and Percy to meet us at the train station."

"Perhaps only Bill and the other two can stand my great aunt's temper." Ron shuddered as he thought of his great aunt who despised her family's poverty but loved his three talented brothers very much.

In particular, that aunt kisses everyone as soon as she meets them, which is disgusting.

"Ron, you should say that your great aunt likes good students like Bill, Charlie and the nerdy Percy." George appeared on Ron's left hand side with a box, sat down and started to eat voraciously.

"Or maybe our little Ron doesn't win the favor of his great aunt because baby Ron is stupid?" Fred sat on Ron's right and patted Ron's shoulder gently.

"Mom, Ron has finished eating everything!"

"Here I come!" Mrs. Weasley pretended not to hear the children's quarrel, and placed a large bowl of freshly baked noodles on the dining table. She also conjured up some plates and used housework magic to serve the noodles on the plates.

"Where's Agas?" Weasley asked after glancing at them.

"In the bathroom." Ron pointed to the bathroom.

Agas was already in the toilet before I came down.

"Mom, your seventh son is dressing himself up in the bathroom." George shouted in the direction of the bathroom with a playful smile.

When they first met Agas, they thought the boy was really good-looking and thought he was a girl.

However, during the half month that Agas stayed in their home, the Weasley family also realized what "refinement" meant.

I've never seen anyone who has to style his hair, drink some potion, change into more than a dozen sets of clothes, and pick the best-looking ones before he's willing to go out.

Especially the hair, which was so shiny and greasy that Agas wanted to pour a whole bottle of conditioner on it.

When Agas is playing in the backyard, he doesn't have such a pretentious hobby.

Why do you have to show off every time you go out?

"That's not called dressing up, that's called being clean! Unlike you guys who are dirty all day long." Mrs. Weasley was very satisfied with Agast. Although she also felt that Agast was too cocky, Agast was clean.

If there is a little dirt or untidy place in the house, this child will help to clean and tidy it up. Unlike the other children in my own family, who will make the house even more messy.

"George, do you still want the broom I modified for you?" Agas, who had excellent hearing, straightened his clothes, walked out of the bathroom, squinted at George, and said threateningly.

"Hehe, yes, yes, yes." George smiled and clasped his hands together and bowed for mercy.

"Good morning, Molly dear, and the Weasley gentlemen, Mr. Agarth." Mr. Weasley, wearing a hat, walked in from the yard, kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek, and greeted everyone at the table.

"Gentlemen, we need to eat quickly. It's a bit far from here to the Muggle train station."

When several people heard the word "train", their eyes lit up. Yes, they were leaving for Hogwarts to go to school today.

They didn't care whether the food tasted good or not, they just stuffed it into their mouths frantically. In a short while, they had finished the whole table of food.

"Gentlemen, get your things and get ready to get on the bus." Mr. Weasley helped carry the heavy suitcases to the bus and shouted to the people busying around in the room.

Agas carried a box and first put it into the trunk of the car that he had been most curious about these days, which could both fly and become invisible.

The box was made from a Muggle Ford.

There was no change in the appearance of the car, but the position of the trunk was obviously cast with a traceless stretching spell. After the box was put in, the trunk space did not shrink.

When I got into the car, I found that there was a different world inside.

The seats in the back that could only accommodate three people have now become extremely spacious rows of seats.

In this case, it is no wonder that every time the Weasley children go back to school, they can fit so many children and so many suitcases in this car.

While Agas was observing, the Weasleys were ready. Mr. Weasley sat in the driver's seat and said to his family behind him, "Hold on tight, Agas. Uncle will show you what real fun is."

After saying this, Mr. Weasley pressed a few buttons next to the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator.

The car flew up from the ground, the body of the car flashed, and finally disappeared into the air.

"Wow!! Cool!" Agas exclaimed as he watched the car fly into the air and its shadow disappear on the ground.

This technology, which can make objects invisible and even their shadows disappear, is something that even I cannot do.

I really don't know how capable Mr. Weasley is. How could such a person be willing to stay in the Ministry of Magic and earn that little money?

I'm afraid the twins' ability to study these strange things was inherited from Mr. Weasley.

"Arthur! Don't teach the children bad things!" Mrs. Weasley glared at Mr. Weasley. George and Fred were taught bad things by this guy. Fortunately, Ron was not like him.

"Oh, by the way, Agas, there is a letter for you on the table today. Open it and have a look." Mrs. Weasley said, handing Agas a piece of parchment wrapped with a yellow ribbon.

"Mine?" Agas was puzzled. He didn't know many people, and he was in the Burrow now, so not many people knew about it.

How could someone send a letter to me at the Burrow?

Thinking of this, Agas opened the envelope and looked up to see a series of curly handwriting.

Damn, who is this? Doesn’t he know that he hates cursive handwriting? Why does he write it so twisted and ugly?

[Agas:

See you at Hogwarts!

Rolf.

George, who was next to Agas, read it out and asked directly, "Your girlfriend?"