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All he could think about was Hermione, the feeling of being lying with her, being held in her arms.

Also, Hermione was wearing that cute pink pajamas, with a touch of blush on her pretty face.

The complex dream picture is like a marquee, and finally freezes there.

Evan had only one thought, and that was that Hermione seemed particularly attractive at that time......

Hermione had an indescribable urge to do so.

It would be nice if time stood still in that second, as he expected.

All in all, Evan felt that he had just laid down and had not slept for a while before he was woken up by Mrs. Weasley.

"It's time to go, Aven, dear. She whispered, walking over to wake Harry and Ron.

Evan sat up and rubbed his eyes.

It was still dark outside, and Ron was mumbling something as he woke up.

At his feet, Harry was also confused, fumbling with his glasses.

Near the door, two irregular black shadows emerged from under the messy blankets.

"Why, it's time?" asked Fred sleepily.

"Get up!" replied George.

Everyone dressed silently, too sleepy to speak.

Then the five of them went downstairs into the kitchen, still yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was cooking breakfast, constantly stirring the contents of a large cauldron on the stove.

Mr. Weasley sat at his table, checking a large ticket made of parchment.

When the boys entered the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes.

He wore a blouse that looked like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans, which were a little too big for him, and he held them in with a wide eye-wide leather belt.

"How?" he asked eagerly, "when we go to the Quidditch World Cup in a moment, we have to hide our identity, am I like a Muggle?"

"Not bad!" said Aven with a smirk.

"Amazing!" Harry said with a laugh, "your Muggle outfit is nice." ”

Mr. Weasley seemed very satisfied with the words of the two of them.

"Why don't you see Bill, Charlie, and Percy?" said George, yawning uncontrollably.

"Aren't they apparitions?" said Mrs. Weasley, placing the cauldron on the table and scooping the porridge into the bowls, "They can sleep for a while, and besides, the three of them won't have to go to see Sirius." ”

That's right, everyone just remembered.

In addition to going to the Quidditch World Cup today, they also have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries to see Sirius.

"He's got a letter this morning, and he's been waiting for us!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "he's recovering well." ”

"Professor Black wrote so early?!" Fred smacked his tongue as he looked at the dim sky.

Because he was a professor in the school's Defence Against the Dark Arts class, he habitually referred to Sirius as Professor Black.

After saying that, Fred remembered that Sirius was no longer a professor!

"Well, to be able to be so energetic, it seems that he has indeed recovered. So, Percy and they're still asleep?!" Fred continued, "why can't we apparition too?"

"Because you're not old yet, you haven't passed the exam yet. Mrs. Weasley replied to him.

"Where are those two girls?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her coming upstairs calling for Hermione and Ginny.

Evan ate his breakfast in silence, listening to Harry and Mr. Weasley discuss apparitions.

Mr. Weasley told them an example of a failure to appear on apparitions, which led to the separation of their bodies.

The hapless guy left half of his body where he was, and the other half went to his destination.

The only thing worth it was that the Ministry of Magic's Reversal Contingency team arrived just in time for him to save his life.

There was no loss of life because of a broken body, only a huge fine was paid.

As they laughed, they talked about Percy's first failed apparition, stray from its destination, and landed on top of a Muggle's head.

Mrs. Weasley came downstairs, and behind her, footsteps could be heard in the hallway.

Hermione and Ginny walked into the kitchen, both of them looking very pale, as if they hadn't woken up.

Seeing Aven drinking porridge, Hermione's little face suddenly turned rosy.

Like Ginny used to see Harry, very shy.

But for Hermione, it was a first, very rare picture.

Apparently, she remembered what had happened to her and Evan the previous night.

Hermione struggled to keep herself calm and sat down next to Aven, and at the sight of the evil smile on his face, she couldn't help but kick him hard.

Evan coughed, burying his face in the bowl.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" asked Ginny, rubbing her eyes, as she sat down at the table.

"Because you have to watch Blake first and then you go to watch the World Cup. Mr. Weasley said, "There's still a long way to go, and we can't do it sooner!"

"Where are we going to watch the World Cup?" asked Harry.

"At the edge of a forest, knowing that it is very difficult to gather a large number of wizards together without attracting the attention of Muggles. We had to be very careful about choosing the best time to hit the road and on a big occasion like the Quidditch World Cup......"

"George!" Mrs. Weasley suddenly shouted, startling everyone.

"What's wrong?" said George.

He pretended that nothing was wrong, but he couldn't fool anyone.

"What's in your pocket?" questioned Mrs. Weasley.

"Nothing!"

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Mrs. Weasley said, pointing her wand at George's pocket, "Fly around!"

A few fancy gadgets popped out of George's pocket, all the Weasley magic tricks he and Fred had secretly hidden for Aven, Harry, and Ron to show to Evan and Harry last night.

Fred and George hurriedly reached for it, but didn't.

They spun in mid-air and leaped straight into the outstretched palms of Mrs. Wesvenei.

"Oh my God, I told you to destroy these things yesterday!" said Mrs. Weasley, angrily, holding up her hand, "Tell you to burn these things and empty your pockets! Hurry up, you two!"

Fred and George apparently smuggled the items out of their home, but all of them were recovered.

On the table, all sorts of Weasley magic trick products piled up higher and higher.

Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe it.

Evan sighed, he knew Fred and George were going to be out of luck!(To be continued.) )