"Don't worry, there's still time!"
In the car, Herb tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, stared at the crowded road ahead, and gently comforted his son in the back seat.
There was a traffic jam in the morning, which delayed them for an hour.
"I'm not worried."
Albert turned his head to look at Nia who was covering her yawn with her hand, and suggested: "If you are very sleepy, take a nap first."
"If you're sleepy, eat something. We're almost at King's Cross Station."
Daisy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, handed over a bag of candy and reminded him, "Don't stay up late in the future. It's bad for your skin, and at your age, staying up late can easily cause acne on your face."
"Give."
Albert held a salty candy in his mouth, then tore off another one and passed it to Nia.
"Thanks."
She opened her mouth and took the candy in her mouth, leaning her head on Albert's shoulder, and muttered, "I didn't expect wizards to get stuck in traffic."
"A wizard who can't use magic is no different from an ordinary person."
Albert opened another bag of owl nuts and fed one to Sheila who was resting with her eyes closed in the cage. He glanced at two forest green shadows passing by outside the car window.
"What is that?"
Albert opened the window and frowned slightly at the old dark green car that was traveling on the road as recklessly as the Knight Bus.
"What's wrong? Is there anything outside?"
Nia's head paused, and she looked at Albert, who was staring out the window, in confusion.
"There are two Ministry cars."
"Wizards also use cars?" Daisy asked in a strange tone, "I thought wizards all used flying carpets."
"Are you sure? Why didn't I see it just now?" Herb looked ahead in confusion.
"The wizard cast a spell on the car so that ordinary people can't see it. Otherwise, if it drove recklessly, I don't know how many people would be scared." Albert looked at the road ahead and said helplessly: "We have left now."
“Magic is incredible.”
Herb drove the car towards King's Cross Station. When they arrived, it was almost eleven o'clock. After Albert hurriedly said goodbye to his family, he pushed his luggage towards King's Cross Station.
He found that the platform was under martial law and employees of the Ministry of Magic were patrolling the area.
Albert ignored them and quickened his pace as he crossed Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The red steam train immediately came into view. He pushed his luggage towards the Hogwarts Express and met the red-haired Weasley family on the way. They were saying goodbye to each other.
Not far away, Percy was talking to a Ravenclaw girl, showing off his Head Boy badge, while Ginny and the Weasley twins were watching the scene with a chuckle.
"Old buddy, you're really late today." Fred and George spotted Albert almost immediately.
"There was a traffic jam on the way, so we had to wait for a long time." Albert changed the subject and asked, "By the way, did you come here in the Ministry of Magic's car?"
"How do you know?"
"I just happened to see it on the way. The Ministry of Magic has really gone to great lengths to protect Harry Potter." Albert had already seen Lee Jordan waving at them from the window, so he waved back at him, and then they pushed the luggage over there together.
"Could it be that the opportunity to make a fortune you mentioned last time was Black?"
When no one was around, the twins couldn't help but ask Albert about this.
"If Black didn't have a wand, the danger wouldn't be that high. If he had a wand, we could just ambush him and it wouldn't be that dangerous." Albert's tone was very calm, not taking Black seriously at all. "He probably didn't expect that any student would be interested in his bounty."
"That's cool." George opened the door of the carriage and turned to Albert and said, "Dad is worried that Black will hurt Harry."
"In fact, the entire wizarding world is worried about Black." Fred grinned. "There are very few people who treat him like a bag of Galleons like you do."
"Do you know where Blake is?" Lee Jordan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He should be hiding around Hogwarts. As long as the timing is right, we will have a chance to catch him, so don't worry, he can't escape." Albert asked with a smile: "Did you go to Africa again this summer vacation?"
Lee Jordan reached out and took Albert's suitcase and asked, "How did you know? My uncle took me to Africa for vacation. There are many interesting things there."
"Because you've become darker than before." Fred and George laughed extremely evilly.
"Shut up, I just heard your family calling you." Lee Jordan said unhappily.
"Oh, help us put the luggage away." Fred and George said and hurriedly got out of the car to say goodbye to their family.
"The bracelet on your arm is a bit like the African style." Albert looked at Fred and George leaving, took out the magic wand from his pocket and waved it lightly, and the luggage automatically floated to the shelf and was placed there.
"You're amazing. You brought the cat again. It's really fat, isn't it?" Lee Jordan reached out to touch Tom's head, but Tom turned his head away.
Albert reached out and rubbed Tom's head, and said helplessly: "I'm trying to make him lose weight recently and reduce the amount of dried fish, so Tom has been a little grumpy recently."
"By the way, this is for you."
Albert took an ordinary stone from Lee Jordan, his eyes fell on the carving marks on the stone, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "What is this?"
"The Dream Messenger's Token." Lee Jordan explained mysteriously, "It is said that students who are allowed to enter the Uagadou School of Magic will learn the news from the principal through the Dream Messenger. And those Dream Messengers will leave a token for the children when they are asleep - usually a stone with an inscription. When the children wake up, they will find that they are holding it in their hands."
"The token is pointed at this kind of stone. You couldn't just carve it on a random piece of stone!" Albert looked at the stone in front of him with suspicion. "Did you buy it at a street stall in Africa? When I went to Nico's hometown, I saw wizards there selling Philosopher's Stones, one Galleon for each."
Albert looked up into Lee Jordan's eyes and said unhappily, "You must have been fooled."
"Ahem, okay, you're right. My uncle told me that this thing was carved out of stone." Lee Jordan couldn't hide his embarrassment. He didn't expect that Albert could see through him at a glance. In desperation, he took out another stone and said, "This thing is the token of the dream messenger."
"No difference? You must have been fooled!" Albert knew that Lee Jordan was not lying, but he still doubted it. "Many things in those tourist areas are just bluffs."
"That's right, Lee Jordan is a man without any sincerity. Look what we bought for you."
After Fred and George opened the door and walked in, they took out a book from their traceless stretch bag: "We asked Bill to help buy a book on alchemy. They are good at this, and there is also this thing."
George said proudly, "Isn't he more sincere than that Lee Jordan guy?"
The latter couldn't help but roll his eyes and asked, "What about my share?"
"Here's yours." George put a small yellow bottle of medicine on the table.
"What's this?"
"Honey of the honey," said Fred mysteriously. "They say it's good stuff."
"Honey?"
"Dead people pickled in honey," Albert said angrily. "Some people say it's an aphrodisiac, but that's all nonsense."
Lee Jordan gagged at the twins and couldn't help complaining, "Aren't you disgusting?"
"Well, it's just a regular bottle of honey."
"How dare you say that to me just now?" Lee Jordan was a little angry, as if he wanted to tear the twins' mouths open and pour the honey in the medicine bottle into Fred and George's mouths.
Fred and George ignored him, their eyes all focused on the box Albert took out, and they couldn't help asking, "What is this, French food?"
"Macarons, a famous French dessert." Albert pointed to the food in the box and said, "I asked the house elf to make this for me the day before yesterday."
"A house elf did that?"
"This stuff can usually only be kept for 5-7 days, so of course it has to be cooked fresh if you want to eat it." Albert said as a matter of course, "I also bought a bottle of champagne, and we'll take it out to celebrate when we catch Blake."
"Blake is unlucky to be targeted by you."
Fred and George were tasting macarons while mourning for a fugitive. They didn't think that the guy targeted by Albert could escape unless he was not around Hogwarts.
Tom seemed to be very interested in the food in the box and moved his big clown face closer. Fortunately, Albert pulled him away in time, otherwise the food in the box would have been ruined.