Everyone came to the Weasleys' Burrow, including Hermione, to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because the last competition lasted for 5 days, delaying the time needed for many students to buy textbooks for the new semester, so before the start of this year's World Cup, Du Teng and his team went to Diagon Alley in advance to buy textbooks for the new school year, and then a large group of people quietly waited for the arrival of the World Cup...... Until one night.

"It's time to go, Harry, dear." Harry was woken up by the fact that he was Mrs. Weasley. She whispered, walking over to wake Ron up.

Harry reached for his glasses and sat up. It's still pitch black outside. Ron mumbled something as he was awakened by her mother. Harry saw two irregular black shadows emerge from under the messy blanket at the foot of the bed.

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

Everyone dressed silently, too sleepy to speak. Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, still yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the contents of a cauldron on the stove as Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large ball ticket made of parchment. Du Teng drank coffee silently and held a newspaper in his hand.

When the boys entered the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes. He was wearing a top 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 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. ”

"Duten, what do you think?" He looked at Duten again.

"Hmm—I can't fault it."

Du Teng said so, but he didn't think so in his heart, such an old dress would generally only appear in the 8 and 90s.

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

"Aren't they 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 process of disappearing from one place and reappearing in another in the blink of an eye, and he knew that Duten could do that, and it was very difficult.

He had the heart to ask Du Teng why he didn't use the phantasmagion to hurry, and the others had already spoken.

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

"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 going upstairs.

"Phantom Shifter still has to pass the exam?" Harry asked, his eyes returning to Duten.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Weasley said, carefully tucking the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. He didn't notice Harry's eyes, "One day, the Department of Magical Communications 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.

"Oh—separation?" Harry asked.

"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. Let me tell you, that means preparing a lot of paperwork, and those Muggles saw the shattered bodies they left behind......"

It occurred to Harry what it would be like if two thighs and an eyeball were abandoned on the pavement of Privet Road.

"Are they alright?" He asked, horrified.

"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. ”

Harry glanced at Duten again.

The old god Du Teng was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, not thinking about the core of everyone's discussion on himself at all.

"But Bill, Charlie, and Percy will, won't they?"

"Charlie took two exams to pass." Fred grinned and said, "He failed the first time, appeared five miles south of his original goal, and landed on top of a poor old lady who was shopping, remember?" ”

"yes, but he passed it the second time."

Amid a happy giggle, Mrs. Weasley strode back to the kitchen.

"Percy only passed two weeks ago." "Since then, he's been apparitions downstairs every morning to prove that he's capable of it." ”

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

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

"We're going to have a long way to go." Mr. Weasley said.

"Walking?" Harry asked, "What, we're walking to watch the World Cup?" ”

"No, no, that's too far," Mr. Weasley said with a laugh, "and we'll only have to walk a little way." It was very difficult to get a large group of wizards together without attracting the attention of Muggles. We had to be very careful about choosing the best time to hit the road, on a big occasion like the Quidditch World Cup—"

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

"What's wrong?" George said. He pretended that nothing was wrong, but he couldn't fool anyone.

"What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't talk nonsense to me!"

Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at George's pocket and said, "Fly around!" ”

Some fancy gadgets jumped out of George's pocket. George reached for it, but instead of grabbing it, they jumped straight into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched palm.

"I told you to destroy these things!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, holding up what was in her hand, which was undoubtedly fat-tongued taffy again, "Empty your pockets, hurry, both of you!" ”

It was a really uncomfortable scene. The twin brothers apparently wanted to smuggle a large amount of toffee out of the house, and Mrs. Weasley used her flying charm to find all the candy.

"Fly around! Fly! Fly! She shouted in quick succession as the toffee whizzed out from all unexpected places, including the lining of George's jacket and the hem of Fred's jeans.

"It took us half a year to develop these things!" Fred shouted aggrievedly as he saw his mother toss the toffee aside.

"Half a year to spend on this, it's really good!" Mrs. Weasley snapped, "No wonder o.w.ls didn't get good grades!" ”

In short, when they left, the atmosphere was not very good. Mrs. Weasley kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, still with a straight face. That attitude towards the twin brother is even worse. They threw their rucksacks on their backs and walked out without saying a word to their mother.

"Goodbye, and have fun," Mrs. Weasley said, "and behave better." She shouted at the departing back of her twin brother, but they neither looked back nor answered.

"I sent Bill, Charlie and Percy on the road at noon." Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley. At this time, Mr. Weasley was walking through the dark courtyard with Duten, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, following Fred and George.

The air was cold, and the moon was still hanging high in the sky. Only a faint gray-green glow appeared on the horizon to their right, indicating that dawn was approaching. Harry had been thinking about the thousands of wizards rushing to watch Quidditch, so he took a few quick steps to catch up with Mr. Weasley.

"You say, how can people get there without attracting the attention of Muggles?" He asked.

"It's really difficult to organize," Mr. Weasley sighed, "the main problem is that there are about 100,000 wizards coming to watch the World Cup, and of course we can't find a magical venue that can accommodate so many people. There are places where Muggles can't get in, but imagine how we could cram 100,000 wizards into Diagon Alley? So we had to find a deserted swamp and take all precautions against Muggles. The entire ministry has been busy with this for months.

There are also those who use apparitions, but we must establish some safe places for them to manifest, away from all Muggles. I think there's probably a forest nearby that could be used as a base for apparitions.

For those who don't want or won't apparition, we use a portkey. The purpose of this game is to transport wizards from one place to another within a set time. If needed, a large number of people can be transported at a time. Two hundred portkeys have been dropped around the UK, and the closest one to us is on top of Stoat, where we are going now. ”

Mr. Weasley gave a brief introduction, and later talked about the various styles of portkeys.

Harry had nothing to ask and crept over to Duten, Hermione was one step ahead of him, so when he leaned in, he heard Hermione's question.

"Why don't you fly over? I mean, Phantom Shifter, aren't you already very proficient? ”

Hermione had apparently just been cooked, and that was the question Harry wanted to ask, and he couldn't understand why someone who had more efficient means would abandon it.

"The rules of the Ministry of Magic, although a large part of it doesn't matter if you don't follow it much, but we are still students after all, so it's better not to get into trouble. But if you feel too cold to stand it, I'm here for you, my lady. ”

Du Teng said, leaning over slightly, the amplitude was very small, and it did not affect walking. But both Harry and Hermione noticed his movements, and Hermione's face turned red.

"Begg, hate, I'm not that squeamish."

Hermione slapped Du Teng lightly, a look of disgust.

Harry seemed to understand something, and quickly moved two steps to the side, and then continued to quietly observe the movements of the two men.

If the two of them really get along......

Harry thought that was pretty good.

Hermione was his best friend, and Duten was one of his best friends, and if the two could get together, he would only be happy.

There was silence all around, and only his own footsteps could be heard. As Du Teng and his party walked through the village, the sky slowly brightened, and the original darkness gradually turned into a dark blue. Harry's hands and feet froze. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

They began to climb the Weasel Mountain, and from time to time they tripped over the hidden rabbit holes under their feet, or slipped on the black, slimy blades of grass, and could not breathe at all. With each gasp, Harry felt a tingling pain in his chest and his legs couldn't move his feet, and that's when he finally found his feet on the ground.

"It's okay......" Mr. Weasley said as he took off his glasses, wiped his jersey against his jersey, and panted, "We're on time - ten minutes to go......"

Hermione was the last to reach the top of the mountain, one of her hands tightly grasped Du Teng's hand, and when she was about to take the last step, Du Teng suddenly exerted force, Hermione let out a low cry, and the whole person crashed into Du Teng's arms.

"What's wrong?"

Mr. Weasley asked.

The people in front also turned back, but before they did, Hermione had already taken the initiative to leave Duten's arms.

"No, it's nothing, it's just a little slippery and almost fell......"

Hermione hung her head so that no one could see her face.

But Harry saw it all, he had always kept a distance from Duten Hermione, not ahead, not lagging behind, the two sides remained on a horizontal line, only four or five meters apart, so he could see everything around the two of them clearly, and naturally saw the action of the two of them "hugging and hugging".

"Now we just need to find the key to the door," said Mr. Weasley, putting on his glasses and squinting his eyes on the ground, "not very big...... Find out ......."

Everyone scattered and split up to search. However, they had only been looking for two or three minutes when a shout pierced the quiet night sky.

"Here, Arthur! Come here, son, we've found it! ”

On the other side of the mountaintop, two tall figures stand tall against the starlit night sky.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley said, smiling and striding over to the man who called him. The others followed.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, who held something in his other hand like an old moldy boot.

"Let me tell you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works for the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control. This is his son Cedric, I think you all know each other, right? ”

Cedric Diggory was about seventeen years old and was a very handsome boy. Of course everyone knows, he is still Du Teng's senior. At Hogwarts, he was the captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and he was originally a Seeker, but now that the Seeker is played by Duten, he has changed his identity and become a Hufflepuff batter. (To be continued.) )