In the sky, a blue Ford car was bumping through the clouds.
Ron gripped the steering wheel, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
"Harry, the invisibility button seems to be broken!"
Harry looked down through the car window, the buildings on the ground clearly visible.
"People on the ground will see us."
"It's fine, we'll fly above the clouds."
Ron stomped on the accelerator, and the car shot upwards.
Soon, they plunged into the thick clouds.
"It's safe now," Ron sighed in relief.
"As long as we don't get hit by a plane, we'll be fine."
But not long after, a new problem arose.
"Ron, are you sure we're flying in the right direction?"
Ron froze.
Above the clouds, it was impossible to discern direction; a slight deviation of the steering wheel would send them far off course.
"I don't know either."
"We need to go down and check the direction," Harry suggested.
Ron had no choice but to control the car's descent.
They cautiously poked their heads out of the clouds, quickly scanning the ground.
Fortunately, the distance to the Hogwarts Express wasn't too great.
Ron adjusted the direction and re-entered the clouds.
They would fly for a bit, then descend to identify their direction.
On the ground, outside a clinic.
An old man with white hair stood at the entrance, hands on his hips, his attitude resolute.
"I'm not sick, absolutely not sick!" the old man shouted loudly.
"I'm perfectly healthy!"
His son was beside him, earnestly trying to persuade him.
"Dad, just go get a check-up, think of it as a physical."
"I said I'm not sick, and I'm not!" the old man stubbornly shook his head.
Just then, the old man inadvertently looked up at the sky.
The blue Ford car had just emerged halfway from the clouds, swaying in the air.
The old man rubbed his eyes and looked up again.
The car was gone.
The old man's face instantly turned pale.
He turned and walked into the clinic, his steps faltering.
"It's over, it's over, I'm so sick I'm having hallucinations," the old man muttered to himself in despair.
His son looked puzzled:
"Dad, why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"Stop talking nonsense, quickly register me!" the old man rushed into the clinic.
"I want a full body check-up!"
Ron and Harry in the sky had no idea they had inadvertently helped an old man.
They re-entered the clouds and continued flying towards Hogwarts.
Time passed bit by bit, and the sun gradually set.
The Hogwarts Express finally arrived at the station.
Charlie dragged his suitcase off the train, and Judy was put back into the box by Charlie.
Fred and George followed closely behind, both of their faces looking grim.
"If Dad's flying car is discovered by Muggles, what will happen to his job?" Fred worried.
"I hope they arrive safely," George sighed.
Second-year students no longer needed to cross the lake by boat but instead took carriages to the Castle.
Charlie found an empty carriage, and just as he sat down, he saw Ernie Macmillan walking over.
"Charlie, long time no see, I've seen you in the newspaper several times," Ernie said excitedly.
Charlie smiled and greeted him; his homework tool (crossed out), enthusiastic good roommate, of course, they should get along well.
Not long after, Hermione also hurried over.
"Charlie!" Hermione climbed into the carriage, panting.
"Fred told me Harry and Ron aren't on the train, what's going on?"
Charlie briefly explained the situation.
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