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He had a cloth bag from Nicol Lemay, and thanks to the alchemy and the Traceless Stretching Charm, the humble cloth bag could hold a lot of things.

The anti-detection magic on it ensures that the contents are not detected.

But apparently, because Evan had been in Ginny's room for too long last night.

By the time he returned, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were asleep and hadn't told him about it.

Now that Mrs. Weasley has found out, it's too late to say anything!

What Evan said to Hermione last night can't be told to Mrs. Weasley.

Not to mention whether she would believe it or not, alchemy, the Book of Abraham, and the evil gods all need to be kept secret.

"Fly around, fly around, fly around!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

Tons of shape-shifting candies, fat-tongued toffees, and other knick-knacks whizzed out from all sorts of unexpected places.

This includes the lining of a George jacket and the turn-up of Fred's jeans.

"Mom, it took us half a year to develop these things!" Fred shouted aggrievedly.

"You can't do that!" George watched distressedly as Mrs. Weasley threw the things into the burning fire.

"Hmph, it's good to spend half a year on this!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, "No wonder you two can't get good grades o.w.ls ordinary wizard level exams, you have been studying these things all day long!"

Under her angry gaze, Fred and George lowered their heads, and no one in the kitchen dared to speak.

All in all, the atmosphere was not very friendly when everyone left.

Mrs. Weasley kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, still with a straight face.

As for Fred and George's attitude, they threw the rucksack on their backs and walked into the fireplace without saying a word.

They prepare to go through the Floo network to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

After another whirlwind, Evan emerged from the fireplace of St. Mungo's spacious waiting room.

It was his second time here, the last time he had followed Sirius to visit Ron.

Compared to the previous one, it may be due to the fact that it was too early.

At this time, the waiting room was quiet, and in the dim light, not a single wizard waiting for treatment could be seen.

The hall, which was already very spacious, was exceptionally empty.

The air was filled with the cold smell of disinfectant mixed with it, and it felt a little permeating.

It's as if something scary could jump out of the corner at any moment.

"Come on, I know where he is!" Mr. Weasley whispered.

They walked through a narrow hallway through the double doors between the waiting room and the patient room.

On either side are portraits of famous healers, and crystal bubbles with candles float on the ceiling, looking like giant soap bubbles.

He had just arrived in front of the hospital room, and before they could enter, Sirius was seen smiling and walking out.

He seemed to be in high spirits, and like everyone else, he was dressed as a Muggle.

"Why are you here, I can't wait!" Sirius said, hugging everyone in turn.

"Sirius, your injuries?!" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"Don't worry, it's just a little skin injury, you've already recovered!" Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder, a smile on his face, "Harry, are you okay, did those Muggles bully you?"

"I—I'm fine!" Harry hesitated, unsure if he needed to voice his grievances.

But before he could stop himself, he had already gushed out.

From his worries about Sirius and Aven, the terrible experience of this summer, the grievances of being left alone with the Dursleys, and the strange dreams and scars, he said it all.

Harry had never felt this way before, confiding in an elder he believed in completely.

Facing Sirius, it's like his father.

Instead of interrupting Harry and Sirius' conversation, they left plenty of room for them.

They knew that Harry, who had never experienced the love of his parents, needed this feeling.

This was also something Sirius had been waiting for.

Sirius listened intently to Harry's words and whispered his opinion.

It wasn't until he had finished talking to Harry that he came to Aven's side.

"Thank you, Aven!" Sirius said, "Dumbledore told me that you saved me from the fainting of my life. ”

Evan was a little embarrassed, in fact, he was supposed to thank Sirius.

If Sirius hadn't used his magic to push him up from that crater, he would have fallen to his death!

After talking for a while, Sirius pulled out what looked like a Quaffle.

"Come on, boys, we can't miss the World Cup!" Sirius said, "it's almost time, if there's anything to say later, let's go now!"

"How do we get over and manifest ourselves with apparitions?" asked Harry curiously.

"No!" Mr. Weasley took the Quaffle from Sirius, "we're going there with the portkey, and we're lucky to have a portkey at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, don't go out looking for it again." ”

"Portkey?!" Harry stared at the Quaffle in his hand.

"Remember, I said before that about 100,000 wizards are coming to watch the World Cup!" Mr. Weasley explained, "For so many people to gather in one place, it takes a lot of organization, and the first thing is to stagger the arrival times. ”

Out of the 100,000 wizards, only a handful can use apparition apparitions.

The Ministry of Magic has set aside a safe area in the forest around the final venue for apparitions.

However, for those who are unwilling or unable to apparition, other methods are used.

"People with cheap tickets had to arrive two weeks early, some using Muggle transport, but the numbers were limited and we couldn't crammed Muggle buses and trains with too many people. "So, we used the portkey." The purpose of this game was to transport wizards from one place to another within a set time, and if necessary, to transport a large number of people at a time, dropping two hundred portkeys all over the United Kingdom. ”

"So, this Quaffle is a portkey?!" Harry continued.

"That's right!" Sirius said, "I've inquired, and we're the only ones near St. Mungo. Hurry up, there's less than a minute left, and the time is almost up!"

Evan had used the portkey several times before, and only Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't know about it here.

He whispered to Hermione how the portkey worked and how to use it. (To be continued.) )