HP: Hogwart's Journey

After consuming five particularly unappetizing airplane meals, the group finally arrived at Vancouver International Airport. By then, night had fallen and the city was beginning to glow under the lights. Robert found this particularly strange, as according to his knowledge, the flight from the UK to Canada should take just about ten hours. Yet, in reality, they'd been flying for two days! Had they somehow ended up flying through some strange wizarding territory and had to take a detour?

"Where do we go next? I mean, why aren't we headed to the capital, Ottawa?" Percy said, his legs trembling, though he did his best to appear composed. 

Bill, carrying Ron—who had turned pale after his constant vomiting—walked ahead. "Not all Ministries of Magic are located in the capital. Come on, Percy, you wouldn't happen to want to carry Ron for a bit, would you? I'm starting to feel like I can't hold him much longer... How did he suddenly gain so much weight...?"

Percy lifted his head slightly to let Bill see his pale face. "Do you think I have the strength to deal with him right now?"

Meanwhile, Fred and George had already dashed off, causing a bit of chaos while the others waited for their luggage. When they saw Bill seemingly about to pass Ron off to Percy, they returned with mischievous grins. 

"Hey, Bill, need some help?" Fred asked.

"For just 5 Knuts, we could carry Ron for you, like a big package," George added, deadpan.

Bill rolled his eyes. Of course, these two troublemakers were the most eager when it came to mocking him, but now they were trying to profit off of it!

"Fred, George!" Mrs. Weasley snapped. "Carry your brother! He's your brother, not a parcel!"

"If he were a parcel, we'd be much more motivated," Fred mumbled, then brightened up. "Hey, George, what do you think?"

"What?" George asked, confused.

"I mean, parcels, parcels!" Fred exclaimed happily. "If we sell things, we'd make a lot of money!"

"That's a good idea! That way, our vault won't just have sickles in it! We could even have Galleons!" George said, equally excited.

"But what can we even sell?" Fred asked, looking downcast. "I don't know any clothes-making spells."

George sighed in agreement.

"Hey, you guys! Don't forget about Zonko's Joke Shop! Have you forgotten your old business?" Robert said, slinging his arm around their shoulders with a wink.

"Of course not!" Fred instantly revived, puffing out his chest. "When it comes to pranks..."

"We're professionals!" George chimed in with a grin. "So, Robert, you want in?"

"Well, I have a shop in Diagon Alley," Robert said with a smirk. "If you need a storefront, I can rent it to you, or you can give me a share of the profits."

The three of them chuckled to themselves, their eyes occasionally drifting toward Percy and Ron, who involuntarily shivered at the sound of their laughter.

"Arthur, where are we going?" Mrs. Weasley asked, nervously tightening her coat. She was unused to not wearing robes.

"The Science Museum," Mr. Weasley grumbled, "But I'm not sure where it is."

"The Science Museum? What's that?" Percy asked, confused.

"I'm not sure either," Mr. Weasley admitted, scratching his head. "It's supposed to be a Muggle term. I heard it opened last year, and since the Canadian Ministry of Magic is under renovation, they decided to set the new entrance there."

The Weasley family turned their gaze toward a nearby signpost. "Nice job, Robert," Mr. Weasley said, relieved. "We should hurry though, and by the way, tickets are required for entry."

"What? Even Ministry staff have to buy tickets?" Mr. Weasley said incredulously, his eyes wide. "Good grief, these Muggles really know how to make money!"

"Actually, no," Robert explained. "We have special museum passes, so we can get in for free. But I think you may not make it inside now—the Muggles are probably done for the day."

Just then, a tall, broad-shouldered man approached, holding a paper bag that looked like it contained a hamburger. 

"Hello there! You must be the Weasleys," the man said with a grin. "What a coincidence! I was just wondering when you'd come pick up your key! I even brought dinner, I'm planning to work through the night."

Mr. Weasley shook his hand warmly. "Hello, Jimmy, this is my family, and this is Robert, my son's good friend."

They all exchanged greetings.

"Alright, Mr. Weasley, come with me to get the key. Your family and friends can hang around outside the museum. The view of the city at night from here is the best in all of Vancouver! Afterward, we can grab something to eat, and I'll take you to the Quidditch World Cup stadium!"

The stadium for the Quidditch Cup was located not far from Vancouver, on Mount Grouse. During winter, there was a ski resort at the top, but now it was summer, and the mountain was covered in green. Strangely, there were no Muggles around, as though they had forgotten the location entirely.

"We've had the weather forecast predicting snowstorms for the next two months, so no Muggles will be coming up," Jimmy said, clearly familiar with the area. "But honestly, I don't think they'd mind a little summer snowstorm anyway."

He led the Weasleys to a clearing surrounded by tall pine trees, their roots protruding from the ground in a natural pattern that formed wooden steps. A sign reading "Weasley Home" stood beside the clearing. 

The area was bustling with people, but the towering trees obscured their view, only letting them see the flickering glow of campfires beneath the trees.

"Alright, everyone, have a good time," Jimmy said, giving them a warm smile. "Just remember to be careful with fire safety—these trees are all very precious."

(End of Chapter)