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[HP] 09: Taking Off on an Invisible Motorcycle
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 17:40:15 +0000 UTC"Your name is Louis, right? I think you should go home first. In a while, an owl should deliver you an admission letter, just like Harry. Don't worry, maybe the owl delivering your letter just got lost," Hagrid said, though even he felt this was going too far - it sounded too dismissive.
"An admission letter? Although I don't know what kind of school that is, I think that might be too late," Louis said. "That way I might not have enough time to prepare."
"Right, you're absolutely correct." Hagrid, who was already feeling somewhat guilty, was immediately convinced by Louis. "What should we do about this?"
"Where are you going now?"
"First to the Leaky Cauldron to stay the night, then tomorrow to Diagon Alley to buy some necessities," Hagrid said.
"Then how about taking me along? I can prepare before the letter arrives, so I won't have to worry about wasting time," Louis suggested.
"Hmm... that makes sense." Hagrid nodded approvingly. "But what about your family? I need to notify them, and it would be best to have someone accompany you. You'll also need to exchange Muggle currency for Galleons."
"No problem, I'll call my father. He should still be awake at this hour," Louis said with a straight face, lying through his teeth. "Please wait a moment."
Then, a sleepy-eyed Mr. Wilson was forcibly dragged out of bed by Louis and, to avoid disturbing Mrs. Wilson's sound sleep, was compelled to stand in the living room.
"Are you confused from sleep, Louis? What magic? What flying motorcycle and giant riding a motorcycle? I don't remember buying you any fairy tale books like that," Mr. Wilson said after listening to Louis's explanation, feeling his forehead. "No fever."
"If you're doubtful, why not wait until you see them in person? Don't wake up Mom," Louis made a shushing gesture. "Get your wallet and come with me."
The best thing about having a magician father was that he had enough patience and acceptance, plus the resolve to play along with you for a whole night if necessary.
In any case, Louis successfully brought his father out and brought him before Hagrid.
"Well, Louis, I have to admit, the giant you mentioned is real," Mr. Wilson said, holding his hat and looking up at Hagrid. "Hi there, tall gentleman, may I ask your name?"
"I'm Hagrid, Mr. Wilson." Hagrid introduced himself and also introduced Harry. "This is Harry."
"Oh, Harry, I know this one. You're the Dursleys' nephew," Mr. Wilson nodded to Harry.
"Hello, Mr. Wilson," Harry said, recognizing this famous neighbor whose magic performances were said to have tickets that were hard to come by.
So Louis was this Mr. Wilson's son. They had such a good relationship - it was truly enviable.
Mr. Wilson had no idea what Harry was thinking. He looked at Louis again. "But where's the flying motorcycle you mentioned? I don't see any motorcycle here."
After using Magic Hand to confirm the motorcycle's position hadn't moved, Louis put on a puzzled expression. "Can't you see it? It's right here."
He pointed to the spot by the roadside.
"But I don't see anything," Mr. Wilson said puzzledly as he walked over, then tripped over the motorcycle and tumbled into the sidecar.
"Oh! Careful, Mr. Wilson," Hagrid quickly lifted Mr. Wilson up. "This motorcycle has a charm on it - Muggles can't see it."
Mr. Wilson had already confirmed the motorcycle's existence through touch, but his confusion hadn't decreased. Instead, because of Hagrid's words, he had another question: "What's a Muggle?"
"That's what we call ordinary people like you who don't understand magic," Hagrid said.
"I don't much like that term - it sounds somewhat discriminatory," Mr. Wilson said, standing firmly on the ground and straightening his clothes. "So when do we depart?"
"You have very strong acceptance abilities. I was still thinking about how to explain this to you," Hagrid praised.
"This is just the professional quality of a magician, and I'm also somewhat eager to learn about that magical world," Mr. Wilson said. "How do we travel? Although I only touched it for a moment, I feel this flying motorcycle isn't very big."
"Don't worry, it will become big enough," Hagrid said, tapping the motorcycle with his broken umbrella. With the sound of tire friction, the motorcycle's sidecar grew larger by a size.
Harry stared in amazement at this magical scene.
"Be careful, Mr. Wilson, you can't see it," Hagrid gestured to indicate the position and helped Mr. Wilson climb in.
"Wait, I need to leave a note for my wife so she won't worry," Mr. Wilson said, then hurried back home and soon hurried back out again.
"Alright, all set," he said.
Hagrid helped Mr. Wilson onto the motorcycle, then turned back and waved to the two children.
"Come on, Harry, Louis, climb on yourselves."
Harry naturally climbed onto this motorcycle that looked somewhat shabby but magical in his eyes, while Louis, without showing any sign, used Magic Hand to help himself sit steadily on it.
"Alright, get ready, we're taking off," Hagrid shouted and started the motorcycle.
With Mr. Wilson's exclamation, the motorcycle carrying four people flew up into the sky.
"Good heavens! Can't you make the motorcycle visible? I can't see the motorcycle at all - this feels like sitting on air and flying into the sky!" Mr. Wilson cried out.
"Bear with it, Dad, we'll be there soon," Louis said with an expressionless face, maintaining his composure while experiencing the same treatment.
He couldn't see it either, and his legs were weak...
