Section I

In the bedroom on the top floor of the Burrow, Harry slowly opened his eyes, and it was still dark all around, and Harry could hear Ron's faint snoring on another bed not far away. The bedroom window was open, and the moonlight was slanting in, casting mottled shadows on the somewhat messy blanket on the floor, under which Fred and George slew.

Harry rubbed his face habitually, he was not sleepy, on the one hand, he was going to leave in a moment to go to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys; On the other hand, in order to avoid the effects of that frequent nightmare, he tried to use meditation instead of sleep—a method that proved to be effective and made him extra energetic.

The room was quiet, and Harry could faintly hear the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley coming downstairs, as well as the clashing of kitchen utensils in the kitchen. Harry looked at his watch, the darkness seemed to have little effect on his ability to see the slender hands, the watch showed the time at three o'clock in the morning, and Harry realized that they should be about to leave.

Sure enough, after a while, footsteps came from the stairs, which sounded like Mrs. Weasley. The footsteps were getting closer, and Harry wondered if it was time to lie down and pretend to be asleep, for he thought it strange to sit in bed at night like this, but before he could decide, the bedroom door had been pushed in - the dim yellow light was shining in through the door, and it looked a little harsh.

It was indeed Mrs. Weasley, who stood in the doorway in her apron, and was stunned for a moment to see Harry awake on the bed, but not as surprised.

"Oh, Harry, you're awake." She whispered helplessly, "I hope you haven't slept all night because of excitement, then you're probably going to be listless all day." ”

"Are you leaving?" Harry asked in a low voice as he picked up his glasses from the bedside table and put them on.

"Yes, hurry up, you should have something to eat before you go." Mrs. Weasley said as she went to wake up Ron and the twins.

Ron and the twins were woken up, and Ron muttered something under his breath, not sure if he was complaining about waking up too early or still talking in his sleep. The four of them quietly put on their clothes and walked slowly down the stairs, the clatter of their shoes on the planks sounding loud.

In the first-floor kitchen, Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a large cauldron on the stove, and Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large ball ticket made of parchment. When Harry and the others walked into the kitchen, he looked up and spread his arms so they could see what he was wearing—he was wearing a golf jersey shirt and a pair of very old jeans, which were a little too big for him, and he had tied them in with a wide leather belt.

"How?" He asked eagerly, "We should hide our identities when we go - am I like a Muggle, Harry?" ”

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "very good. ”

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

"Wouldn't they be apparitions?" Mrs. Weasley said, placing the cauldron on the table and began to scoop the porridge into the bowls, "so they can sleep for a while." ”

Harry knew that apparition was the use of magical power to cross the barriers of space and move from one place to another in the blink of an eye. Harry didn't know of any other Hogwarts student who could do it but Sauron and himself, and there were probably few professors who could do it with the ease with which they ignored the limitations of space.

"So, they're still asleep?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we apparition too?" ”

"Because you're not old yet, you haven't passed the guò exam yet." Mrs. Weasley replied, "Where are those two girls?" ”

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her going upstairs.

"Phantom apparition still has to pass the guò exam?" Harry asked uncomfortably, and although a month in the deep forest had made him a qualitative leap in his comprehension and use of magic, he still didn't know much about the common sense of the wizarding world, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Weasley said, carefully tucking the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. "One day, the Department of Magical Traffic fined two people for apparition without a certificate. It's not an easy thing to do, and if you don't do it right, you can get into trouble, which is annoying. The two men I'm talking about ended up parting ways. ”

Everyone at the table, except Harry, frowned and made bitter faces.

"Uh-split?" Harry swallowed, something Sauron had never told him.

"They dropped half of their bodies," said Mr. Weasley, scooping up a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge, "so, naturally, they were nailed there, unable to move on either side. I had to wait for the Reversal Contingency Team to deal with the matter. Sue you, that means preparing a lot of materials, and those Muggles saw the shattered bodies they had left behind......"

Harry felt his throat tighten a little, and he asked with an unnatural look, "Are they alright?" ”

"Oh, it's all right," Mr. Weasley said blandly, "but they were punished severely. I don't think they're going to rush anymore. Don't take apparition as a child's play. Many adult wizards don't want to get into trouble. They prefer to use a broom—slower, but safer. ”

The Weasleys continued to talk about the fun stories of Bill's apparition exams, and Harry just smiled in agreement, and laughed unnaturally - anyone can do that, if you learn that you have learned a magic that could well break you into parts without knowing it. Although Harry was now able to use this magic skillfully and accurately, he was still a little afraid, and he speculated with some malice that if he failed to use this magic in the magic circle, Sauron would be angry and would cross dozens of miles to put his brother's body together.

By the time Hermione and Ginny had gone downstairs with sleepy eyes, and they had a rather hearty breakfast in a hurry, and then packed up and left the Burrow in the night, Harry did not reveal that he could apparilate, though he wanted to sleep until noon like Patsy and the others. Before leaving, there was some conflict between the Weasley twins and their mother, Mrs. Weasley confiscated all the magical jokes made by the twins, much to the twins' annoyance, and they didn't even say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.

The air was cold, the moon was still high in the sky, and only a faint gray-green glow appeared on the horizon to their right, indicating that dawn was approaching. They had to walk a long way to reach Stoat Mountain before dawn and teleport to the camp using the portkey set up there.

"The portkey is a special magic item that contains a magic marker, which, once activated, will teleport people within its range to the target location through a preset magic link." As he walked, Mr. Weasley explained, "This time the Ministry of Magic has dropped over 200 portkeys across the UK, which is a huge amount of money that was almost unimaginable before. ”

"Doorkeys are valuable?" Harry asked, confused.

"When this magic was first developed, the portkey was indeed complicated, requiring special materials and craftsmanship, and the teleportation path had to be set up one-to-one individually, but now it's different." Mr. Weasley laughed, "The current magic process allows us to keep accurate and steady magic markings in almost all items, and precise magic markings allow us to weave a large number of portkeys into the same set of teleportation links at once. In fact, there has been a recent proposal to incorporate doorkey technology into the fireplace teleportation network, and if this technology is realized, it will be another revolution in magic teleportation technology. ”

"It's amazing." Hermione said excitedly, "This must involve extremely advanced magical theories and techniques, who developed them?" ”

"The Technology Development Division, to be exact, the Technology Development Division." Mr. Weasley looked at Hermione and said with some pride, "These are all systems engineering, no one can do it alone, in fact, there are departments under the Ministry of Magic in various countries that are engaged in the research and development of magic technology, and there are some unofficial organizations that are also doing the same kind of work." If you're good enough and interested in doing so, you can further study and work in these research departments after graduating from Hogwarts. ”

As they walked and talked, they walked with difficulty along the dark, damp path in the direction of the village, and there was silence all around, except for their own footsteps. As they passed through the village, the sky slowly brightened, and the darkness had gradually turned to a deep blue. Harry's hands and feet froze, and Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch, and when they reached the summit of Stoat, it was ten minutes before the portkey was activated.

The crowd scattered and began to look for the portkeys, which had been made into strange tattered shapes to prevent Muggles from taking them, and as they searched in the dark, they met Amos Diggory and his son, Cedric Diggory, who had already found the key first.

Amos Diggory is a colleague of Mr. Weasley, who works in the Department of Magical Beasts Control at the Ministry of Magic, and was responsible for the case of Buckbeak the Hippogriff, and Cedric Diggory attends Hogwarts like Harry, and he is also the president of the Hufflepuff Boys' Council, the captain of the Quidditch team, and the recognized lover of Hogwarts girls.

Mr. Weasley and Amos Diggory exchanged pleasantries, and soon Mr. Diggory noticed Harry standing nearby.

"Oh my God!" Amos Diggory said, his eyes widening suddenly, "Harry? Harry Potter? ”

"Uh-yes." Harry said flatly.

Harry was now accustomed to people's fuss, and his impression of people's reactions to recognizing him could be roughly divided into two categories: one was to yell like Mr. Diggory and stare at the scar on his forehead; The other was stunned and silent, and then looked at him with fear or gloom - and the latter were almost all people who knew about Sauron's deeds.

"Of course, Seid talked about you." Amos Diggory said, "He told us about his match with you last year...... I said to him, "Said, it's great that you can tell your grandchildren about this when you're old...... You defeated Harry Potter! ”

Harry didn't know what to answer, so he didn't speak. Fred and George both frowned again, and Cedric looked a little embarrassed.

"Harry has fallen off his broomstick, Daddy," he muttered quietly, "I sued you...... It was an accident......"

"yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Amos said in a friendly and loud voice, patting his son on the back, "Our Seider has always been so modest and always gentlemanly...... But the one who wins is always the best, I'm sure Harry would say the same thing, right? One falls off the broomstick, the other stays on it, you don't need to have a genius brain to tell who is the better flyer! ”

Harry listened to Mr. Diggory's words, and couldn't tell what it was like to feel - a mixture of frustration and irritation, but more of an indifference. He looked at Mr. Diggory, who was pale, and Cedric, who was standing awkwardly, and he couldn't help but feel a kind of disdain and contempt in his heart. He thought abruptly of Sauron, of his aloof indifference in the face of the others, of the words he often uttered with a sneer—"They are only mortals."

Harry suddenly realized that the experience in the deep forest had brought him far more than only stronger magical power and spell-casting skills, but also a spiritual transformation. It was only now that he realized that he had changed so much, and what surprised him even more was that he had become accustomed to such changes.

As his mind turned, Harry's pupils suddenly collapsed inward, becoming narrow and long like blades, and a faint silver color flashed from the bottom of the pupils, only to return to normal in an instant, and in the dim night, even Harry himself did not notice this.

"Oh, I think it's almost time." Mr. Weasley digressed from the subject, glanced at his pocket watch, and then asked Mr. Diggory, "Amos, are we waiting for anyone?" ”

"No, we're the only ones around." Mr. Diggory said, shrugging his shoulders, "The others either left early or didn't get their tickets." ”

"So, I think it's time for us to get ready to go." Mr. Weasley said with a sigh of relief.

The group formed in a circle, resting their hands on the portkeys that had been made into an old boot, and Mr. Weasley's other hand was holding a pocket watch, staring at the time.

"Get ready!" He exclaimed, "Five-four-three-two-one......"

As soon as the words fell, a wave of magic quickly dispersed from the key, and the group disappeared in an instant.