The air was cold, and the moon was still hanging high in the sky. Only a faint gray-green hue appeared on the horizon to their right www.biquge.info indicating that dawn was approaching.

They need to go to the Stoat Mountain to find the portkey, which will allow them to quickly reach the Quidditch World Cup.

Although it is called the World Cup, most wizards in this world only exist in Europe, but there are still a lot of people who come to watch the games.

It is not easy to gather a large number of wizards together without being discovered by ordinary people. So the portkeys are for those who are unwilling or unable to apparition.

The role of the plaything 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.

The Ministry of Magic has dropped two hundred portkeys across the UK, and the closest one to them is on top of Stoat. They are all inconspicuous things, such as silver combs, rusty oil cans, sneakers, moldy old boots, old tires... Just in case the average person will pick them up and fiddle with them...

These were all science that Mr. Weasley did to Harry halfway through, and the little savior, even though he lived with his godfather, didn't see any improvement in his understanding of the wizarding world.

They walked with difficulty along the dark, damp path in the direction of the village, and there was silence in all directions, except for their own footsteps.

By the time we passed through the village, the sky had slowly brightened, and the darkness had gradually turned into a deep blue. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

By the time they started to climb Weasel Mountain, they had not rested enough and had walked so far that the two girls could hardly take a step, and Hermione, who was half-supported by Roger, tripped over a hidden rabbit hole from time to time, or stepped on the black, slimy blades of grass, and had no breath to complain about Roger's actions that had hurt them last night.

The other two friends were also in much the same condition as her, Ginny was carried by his father, Harry was able to ask questions as a young man, and now he was tired of being a dead dog.

Until every time the little savior took a breath, he felt a tingling pain in his chest, and his legs gradually couldn't move his steps... The summit has finally arrived!

"Yo," said Mr. Weasley, panting as he took off his glasses and wiped his jersey against him, "yes, we arrived on time - ten minutes to go......"

Roger was the last to reach the top of the mountain, but he also seemed to have the most energy, and the strength and physical strength of this thing were simply inhuman... Or simply remove it.

He almost pulled Hermione up half-hugging and half-dragging her, and the girl was almost hanging on to his half-pulled body, and one hand was still holding him tightly at the hem of his shirt. Even so, when he reached the top of the mountain, Roger didn't even take a breath.

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

The two girls sat on the ground gasping for breath, and the rest of the group 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, we've found our son!"

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. "He works for the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control. I think you all know his son Cedric, right?"

Cedric Diggory was about seventeen years old and was a very handsome boy. At Hogwarts, he was the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team.

"Hi there. Cedric said, turning to look at everyone.

Everyone said "Hi".

"Come far, Arthur?" asked Cedric's father.

"It's all right," said Mr. Weasley, "that we live on the other side of the village." What about you?"

"I got up at two o'clock... However, there is nothing to complain about, the Quidditch World Cup must not be missed... But honestly, if I hadn't worked overtime to deal with the fog in Hampstead, I might have missed it..."Amos Diggory said with a smile, and then looked kindly at the three Weasley brothers, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and Roger.

"Arthur, are these your children?" he asked.

"Oh no, the red-haired ones are. Mr. Weasley pointed out his children one by one, "And this is Hermione, Roger, Ginny's friends... This is Harry, and Ginny's friend..."

"Oh my God," said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening at once, "Harry, Harry Potter?"

"Uh-yes. The little savior replied calmly.

Harry was almost used to people staring curiously at him and the lightning-bolt scar on his head when they first met him...

"It's almost time," Mr. Weasley pulled out his pocket watch and looked at it, "Do you know who we're waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods got there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," Cedric's father said, "and there's no one else in the area, is there?"

"As far as I know, no. Mr. Weasley said, "All right, there's one minute... We should all be in place..."

He turned his face to look at the three of Roger: "All you need to do is touch the doorkey, just stick out a finger..."

Ten people around an old boot is not a pleasant thing, and each of them has a backpack...

A cold breeze blew across the top of the mountain, and Roger felt that it would be a little embarrassing if someone happened to pass by at this time...

Ten people, two of them still adults, clutched the tattered old boots in the dim light, and stood quietly...

"Three—" Mr. Weasley whispered with one eye on his pocket watch, "Two... One..."

It was too late, but Roger felt a hook slam forward with an irresistible momentum behind his navel, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.

He felt a gust of wind fly forward, but he couldn't see anything clearly. The index finger was glued to the boot as if it had a magnetic force, pulled him over, and...