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Arthur Weasley loved Muggle junk. They were treasures to him. His shed was crammed with plugs, wires, pipes, nuts, bolts, oil tanks, wheels and used motor engine parts. His children started out in their own life. It’s about time to put his plan into practice. It took months to persuade the DMLE to approve his proposal to make flying cars out of old Muggle used cars. Thanks to Hermione, the law was passed.
However, Molly protested. She didn’t like the idea that the shed would be made a mess by his plan. Finally she said yes after hearing Arthur’s plans to name the race after Fred.
One day in May, Arthur stood near the podium. The weather was sunny mixed with a spattering of rain. The field was full of a variety of flying cars. He glanced up at a hanging notice board, “Fred Weasley’s Memorial Flying Car Race”. He began speaking to the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s fantastic to see these beautiful handmade flying cars. I tell that you’ve all put your heart and soul into this work. Let’s show off your wonderful flying cars. The flying car which performs the best will be manufactured in the future. Anyway, enjoy your flight!”
He finished and went back to his own flying car, Ford Anglia, amidst a storm of applause.
Amos Diggory smiled at him. “Fred is proud of you, Arthur. I’ll fly today for my son, Cedric.”
Arthur nodded and got into the front of his car. Since his son Ron and Harry broke it, he had made repeated improvements. He had thought of using the other car instead of Ford Anglia once, but he loved the old car. It was the best flying car ever. He was confident that it could win the game. He loved the noise the engine made while he drove his flying car. This was his life. This was his happy place.
He tapped the handle with his wand and started the ignition. Soon the seat began vibrating and the noise of the engine was heard, which indicated that his take off was done right. He pressed a silver button on the dashboard and watched over the world below. Soon he could see the London Eye from a patch of sky, which proved the improvement was a success.
The destination was the home Quidditch Pitch of Pride of Portree on the Isle of Skye. The whole Weasley family and the Potters would be waiting for him there. When he landed successfully, the record would be registered. He was the recognized authority on making flying cars. He coudln't lose this race for Fred, too. The memory with Fred flashed back in his mind. Twins loved occupying the front seat. Talkative young kid next to him still lived in his heart. The record would be the longest flight ever. He changed his plan to extend the flight distance not the speed.
However, his eagerness backfired. When the indicator on the magical oil tank was closer to zero, he couldn’t remember the spell to refill the fuel. He panicked and tapped a meter on the dashboard with his wand, but it didn’t work at all. His Ford Anglia started falling down rapidly. He barely managed to avoid landing on the roof of a Muggle house and plummeted into the river.
Making a big splattering sound, the Ford Anglia landed in a river. He broke his front teeth in the impact of the heavy landing. He noticed two Muggles rushing from the house. They looked familiar to him. They were the Grangers.
Mr. Granger peered into the windshield anxiously and said, “Arthur! Do you have any injuries?”
Arthur Weasley gave him a dull mumur, “My front teeth were chipped. Can you fix them?
I can fix them by magic, but I’m very curious to know how Muggles treat broken teeth.”