The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, The Burrow.
The Burrow was in complete chaos, with several children running up and down the stairs, making a loud thumping sound.
"Mum, have you hidden my things again?" It was unclear whether it was George or Fred, but they stood on the stairs and called out to Mrs. Weasley, who was preparing food on the first floor.
"I didn't hide your things. Your room is a mess, like a doghouse. I don't want to go in," Mrs. Weasley shouted.
"Mom, aren't Charlie and Percy coming to the train station with us today?" Ron asked leisurely, swinging his little feet as he ate his breakfast at the dining table.
"Your great-aunt said she would take Charlie and Percy to the train station to meet us."
"There are probably only Bill and his two brothers who can put up with my great-aunt's temper." Ron shuddered as he thought of his great-aunt, who looked down on his family for being poor but was very fond of his three talented older brothers.
In particular, that auntie started calling me "baby" the moment we met, which was really disgusting.
"Ron, you should say that your great-aunt likes well-behaved students like Bill, Charlie, and nerdy Percy." George, carrying a suitcase, appeared to Ron's left, sat down, and began to wolf down his food.
"Or perhaps the reason our little Ron doesn't get his great-aunt's favor is because Ron is such a silly boy?" Fred sat down to Ron's right and gently patted Ron's shoulder.
"Mum, Ron ate all the food!"
"Here it comes!" Mrs. Weasley ignored the children's squabble, placed a large bowl of freshly baked meat sauce on the table, and conjured up some plates, using housework magic to portion the meat sauce into the plates.
"What about Agarth?" Weasley asked, glancing at the group.
"It's in the bathroom," Ron said, pointing to the bathroom.
'Agarth was already in the toilet before I came down.'
"Mum, your seventh son is getting ready in the bathroom," George called out playfully towards the bathroom.
When they first met Agarth, they thought he was quite handsome and had mistaken him for a girl.
However, the two weeks that Agarth spent in his own home gave the Weasleys a taste of what "refinement" truly meant.
'I've never seen anyone who has to fix their hair, drink some magic potion, and change into a dozen outfits before they're willing to go out.'
Especially his hair, it was so shiny and oily, Agarth wanted to pour a whole bottle of conditioner on it.
'Agarth doesn't usually have this kind of arrogant hobby when he's playing in the backyard.'
'Why do he have to be so vain whenever he go out?'
"That's not called dressing up, it's called being clean! Unlike you lot, who are always so dirty." Mrs. Weasley was quite pleased with Agarth for this, although she also thought Agarth was too arrogant, but Agarth was clean.
This child even helps clean and tidy up any dirty or messy areas in the house, unlike my other children who only make the house more chaotic.
"George, do you still want that broom I modified for you?" Agarth, with his excellent hearing, straightened his clothes, came out of the bathroom, squinted at George, and threatened.
"Hehe, yes, yes, yes." George chuckled and begged for mercy by clasping his hands together in a gesture of respect.
"Good morning, dear Molly, and Weasleys, and little Agarth." Mr. Weasley, wearing a hat, walked in from the yard, kissed Mrs. Weasley on the cheek, and greeted the people at the table.
"Gentlemen, we need to eat quickly, it's quite a distance to the Muggle train station from here."
The group's eyes lit up when they heard the train station. Yes, today they were setting off for Hogwarts.
They didn't care whether the food tasted good or not, they just stuffed the food into their mouths like crazy, and in no time, they had finished off a whole table of food.
"Gentlemen, gather your things and get ready to board," Mr. Weasley called out to the busy crowd in the house as he helped carry the heavy suitcases to the car.
Agarth carried a box and first put it into the trunk of the car that he had been most curious about these past few days—a car that could both fly and become invisible.
This car was modified from a Muggle Ford.
The exterior of the car remains unchanged, but the trunk space has been clearly extended without leaving a trace, even after the box is placed inside, the trunk space does not shrink.
'Once inside the car, I discovered a hidden gem inside.'
The seats that originally could only accommodate three people have been transformed into extremely spacious rows of seats.
That explains why the Weasleys could fit so many kids and suitcases into this car every time the Weasleys started school.
While Agarth observed, the Weasleys were all ready. Mr. Weasley got into the driver's seat and said to his family behind him, "Hold on tight, Agarth, your uncle is going to show you what real fun is."
After saying that, Mr. Weasley tapped the buttons next to the driver's seat a few times and stepped on the gas.
The car flew off the ground, its body flashing, and finally disappeared into the air.
"Wow!! Cool!" Agarth 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 make shadows disappear, is something I myself cannot do.'
'I really don't know how capable Mr. Weasley is.'
'How come someone like him is willing to stay obediently in the Ministry of Magic and earn that little bit of money?'
'Perhaps the twins' aptitude for exploring these strange and unusual things was inherited from Mr. Weasley.'
"Arthur! Don't corrupt the children!" Mrs. Weasley glared at Mr. Weasley. George and Fred were corrupted by this guy, thankfully Ron wasn't like him.
"Oh, by the way, Agarth, there's a letter for you on the table today. Open it and take a look," Mrs. Weasley said, handing Agarth a parchment wrapped with a yellow ribbon.
"For me?" Agarth was puzzled. He didn't know many people, and not many people knew he was in The Burrow.
'How could someone possibly send a letter to The Burrow?'
Thinking this, Agarth opened the envelope and looked up to see cursive, flowing handwriting.
'Damn, who is this? Don't they know they hate cursive handwriting? And they write it so crookedly and ugly.'
Agarth,
See you at Hogwarts!
Rolf.
George, who was next to Agarth, read it aloud and asked directly, "Your girlfriend?"