Chapter 334: Fooling Dobby
In St. Catchpole Village, an old, dark green car pulled up to the door of The Burrow. The doors opened, and Kyle and the Weasleys got out, one after another.
"Home, boys, home. Don't forget your bags in the car," Mr. Weasley called from the driver's seat, though he didn't seem inclined to get out himself.
The old Ford, which had vanished into the Forbidden Forest after Ron drove it to Hogwarts, was a temporary loan from the Ministry of Magic, which Mr. Weasley would have to return soon. Every time he thought about it, he felt a pang of heartache. He had put a lot of work into transforming the ordinary Ford—adding an Undetectable Extension Charm, as well as charms for flying, invisibility, and self-navigation... and now it was lost.
Maybe we could find an excuse to give Ron a good scolding, Mr. Weasley mused as they walked back to the Ministry. His report card could do nicely...
On the other side, as soon as the group got out of the car, Mrs. Weasley rushed out of the house.
"Thank goodness, you're finally on holiday!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up.
She wore a water bottle at her waist and clutched a brand new, oversized brush, heading straight toward Kyle.
"Kyle, you—" she began, but Ron's startled voice cut her off as he spotted the House-elf trailing behind her.
"Oh, you must be Dobby... Oh no, it is Dobby!"
"Yes, Mr. Weasley," Dobby said respectfully.
"He called me 'sir'!" Ron looked thrilled.