"Wyzett, don't underestimate this car!" George gave the sedan's window an affectionate tap. "This beauty can fly!"
"And it's got a Disillusionment Charm on it! You could be soaring through the clouds and no one would ever spot you!" Fred chimed in, beaming with pride. "Dad's a genius, honestly! Shame he works at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office."
The main job of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office was to stop wizards from enchanting Muggle objects. If they caught anyone doing it, the enchanted items were confiscated and the wizard responsible faced a hefty penalty.
Xenophilius had mentioned back in Sweden that the department handling wizards who "happily break the rules" was exactly this one.
The three brothers rattled off their plan, all built around the Ford's magical abilities. It was a thoroughly Gryffindor scheme—reckless, bold, and brimming with courage.
"So, what does our materials consultant think?" George asked, grinning.
Fred rubbed his hands together, eyes shining. "Got any tips? Want to come along and…"
"Rescue Harry Potter!" the twins declared in unison.
"Yeah!" Ron added with gusto.
Watching the twins' eager faces, Wyzett couldn't help but feel that this plan was practically begging for disaster.
He spoke up slowly, "It's a good plan, but I've got a few questions."
"You think so too!" Ron puffed out his chest, eyebrows raised. "What's not clear?"
Wyzett asked, "As far as I know, Mr. Weasley isn't just any Ministry employee—he's the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, right?"
Ron nodded. "Exactly!"
"So, that office is supposed to stop wizards from enchanting Muggle things. Doesn't keeping a flying car in the garage put you at risk?"
"Hehe! Dad always says it's only illegal if you enchant Muggle stuff with the intent to use it, to give it extra functions," Ron explained.
"So, we're fine! Dad never meant to drive it out…" His voice trailed off, growing less confident. "At least, I think we're fine? We could just not use magic…"
"No magic? You mean, just drive it like a regular car?" Wyzett pressed.
"Yeah! It's easy—just press this…" Ron pointed at the pedals. "This one's the accelerator, and you turn this… steering wheel?"
"It's not as simple as a broomstick, but we've been tinkering with it all day. We've all learned to drive!"
He opened the door and demonstrated, showing off the controls.
Arthur Weasley had made a few modifications—not only was the inside more spacious, but the car was much easier to drive. No clutch, no gear stick to worry about.
Wyzett waited patiently for the demonstration to finish before he continued, "In the Muggle world, you have to be a certain age to drive—just like first-years can't bring broomsticks to Hogwarts."
"There are police in the Muggle world, kind of like Aurors. If you drive on public roads, there's a good chance you'll get stopped and asked for a license. That could get complicated."
"And the Muggle world has ties to the Ministry. If something happens that Muggles can't explain, the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office might get involved. If Mr. Weasley finds out you're involved…"
This was one of the things Wyzett had learned during his trip to Sweden: the magical and Muggle worlds weren't as separate as he'd always imagined.
Compared to what A History of Magic described, the two worlds were far more connected now. Maybe that was why so many wizards had supported Gellert Grindelwald—to allow the magical world to interact more openly with Muggles, to foster understanding.
But that understanding was still shallow, and true change would take much longer.
Wyzett's string of questions left Ron sweating and both twins frowning, suddenly aware of the holes in their plan.
They wanted to help Harry, but not at the cost of getting their dad in trouble.
If the police really did pull them over and their dad had to bail them out…
Well, a scolding would be the least of it. More likely, they'd get a double dose from Arthur and Molly.
Fred winced and rubbed his backside, as if he could already feel the sting.
Seeing the three brothers' faces, Wyzett smiled. "Mr. Weasley knows a lot about Muggles. Maybe you should tell him your worries, Ron. He might have some good advice—or maybe he'd even go fetch Harry himself."
"Dad's been busy lately…" Ron scratched his head and glanced at his brothers. "What's he working on again? Something about a… raid squad?"
At this, both twins grimaced.
"Dad's been pushing the Muggle Protection Act," Fred explained. "To show the Ministry how important it is, he organized a raid squad."
George picked up the thread, "It's been going well. Dad even said his next target's Malfoy Manor—he reckons there's loads of Dark magic stuff hidden there!"
"That's pretty major," Wyzett murmured. "If something happened with the car right now…"
"Especially since you're heading to a Muggle neighborhood. If you cause a scene, the whole place will notice…"
"And if the Ministry blames Mr. Weasley, all his hard work will be for nothing."
Fred nodded. "The Malfoys would have a field day."
George sighed. "Dad would be crushed."
As the plan's ringleader, Ron asked tentatively, "Maybe we should talk to Dad tonight?"
"Now that's why you're our top materials consultant!" the twins chorused. "If something goes wrong again, Mum'll probably kill us!"
Fred rubbed his back in mock terror. "At the very least, our bums'll be sore for a week!"
"Too right!" George nodded. "Just like that time with the Unbreakable Vow—Fred's left cheek has never been the same…"
Fred shot back, "Oh yeah? What about your right cheek? We're even!"
"Oi, enough about that!" Ron rolled his eyes. "I was just a kid then—you nearly tricked me into a magical death sentence!"
Wyzett massaged his temples. Honestly, it was a miracle Ron had survived childhood at all…
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