"Jingle bell!"

As soon as the crisp alarm clock sounded, it was pressed by a hand.

In the dark, Clark opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock, revealing that it was already four o'clock in the morning.

He got up and got dressed, then woke Neville up next door and climbed out of the suitcase.

As the two of them walked down the stairs, they happened to see Mrs. Weasley standing in front of Ron's door, ready to knock.

"Ah, Clark, Neville, you're up, what a good boy," Mrs. Wesley complimented, "and then would you please help me wake up Ron and them?" I'm still boiling porridge in the kitchen downstairs. ”

With that, Mrs. Wesley turned and ran down the stairs "winter, winter, winter."

Clark sighed helplessly, pushed the door open, and began to shake Harry and them awake one by one.

"Wake up, Harry!"

"Hey, Ron, it's time to get up!"

"George, it's over!"

"Fred ......"

Finally, thanks to the tireless efforts of Clark and Neville, Harry, Ron, and the Wesley twins finally left the warm bed, yawned, stretched, and walked into the kitchen.

While Mrs. Weasley was making breakfast, a sweet smell wafted through the kitchen, and Mr. Wesley sat at the table, checking a large ball ticket made of parchment, with Sirius helping him at the side.

As the boys walked into the kitchen, Mr. Wesley raised his head, spread his arms, and showed off his clothes—

It was a top that looked like a golf shirt, and a pair of very old jeans, which were a little too big for him, so he wrapped a cow belt around his waist.

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

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "it's good." ”

"I'll just say it."

Mr. Wesley patted Sirius on the shoulder again, and it was only then that they realized that Sirius was dressed in a similar way, except that his shirt had been replaced by a beach shirt with a gaudy pattern.

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

"They will apparilate," said Mrs. Wesley, as she laid the cauldron on the table and scooped the thick milk oatmeal into the bowls, "so they could sleep for a while." ”

"So, they're still asleep?" Fred said angrily, "Aha, that's awesome. ”

"No way, who told you that you are not yet old," Mrs. Wesley replied to him, "where are those two girls?" ”

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

After a few moments, Mrs. Weasley strode back to the kitchen, and footsteps could be heard in the hallway behind her, and Hermione and Ginny yawned into the kitchen.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny sat down at the table with sleepy eyes.

"After all, we still have some way to go." Mr. Wesley replied.

"Walking?" Harry asked, "What, we walked to see the Quidditch World Cup?" ”

"Oh, no, no, no, that's too far," Mr. Wesley said with a smile, "and there's a risk of being spotted by Muggles along the way, and we'll only have to walk a little bit and then rely on certain props." ”

As they spoke, Mrs. Wesley, who was on the side, suddenly shouted loudly, startling everyone.

"George!"

"What's wrong, Mom?" George lifted his head and chewed cereal in his mouth.

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

"What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing!"

"Don't lie to me!"

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

A few fancy gadgets jumped out of George's pocket, full of joke props he had studied.

George reached out to grab them, but he couldn't, and they jumped straight into Mrs. Wesley's outstretched palms.

"While I agree that you're running a joke toy store, that doesn't mean you can just mess around with these dangerous, unverified and approved things."

Mrs. Wesley raised her hand and said angrily, "That's a crime!" ”

"Empty your pockets, hurry, you two!"

George and Fred apparently wanted to smuggle the things out of the house, but Mrs. Wesley had all found them at the moment.

"Fly around! Fly! Fly! ”

She was skillful with her flying charms, and all sorts of mischief props whizzed out of them from all sorts of unexpected places, including the lining of George's jacket and the hem of Fred's jeans.

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

Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"Look at these things, are you going to attack the Quidditch World Cup?"

Under Mrs. Wesley's angry gaze, George and Fred lowered their heads, and no one in the kitchen dared to speak for them, including Clark.

All in all, when everyone finished breakfast and was ready to go, the atmosphere was not very friendly.

Mrs. Weasley kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, still grimacing.

As for the twin brothers, their attitude was even worse, throwing the rucksack their backs and walking out without saying a word.

"Farewell, and have fun," cried Mrs. Wesley, as she turned to the back of her twin brother as she departed, "behave better." ”

But they neither looked back nor answered.

"I sent Bill, Charlie and Percy on the road at noon." Mrs. Wesley said to Mr. Wesley.

At this moment, Mr. Wesley, along with Sirius, beckoned Harry, Ron, Clark, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville through the dark courtyard, following George and Fred.

At four o'clock in the morning at the end of August, the air in England was already cold, and Clark and his party tightened their cloaks and jackets, lined up in a long line, like ants, and walked on the raised hills.

In the sky, the bright moon was still shining with a cold glow, and not far away, on the horizon to their right, a surging gray-green had appeared, indicating that the dawn was gradually approaching.

They walked down the slippery country road, one foot deeper, and the shallow foot made their way around the village, and the cold air sobered the lads a lot, which made them quicken their pace considerably.

By the time they had made their way through the village, the sky had become a little brighter, and the outline of the darkness around them was now clear.

"Alright, climb to the top of the stoat mountain ahead, and we'll reach our destination."

Mr. Wesley pointed to the large shadow that stood behind the village of Ottrey-St. Cachpole, "The Ministry of Magic has placed nearly two hundred portkeys all over the United Kingdom, and the closest one to us should be there. ”

"Portkey, what's that?" Harry asked Sirius curiously.

"The Portkey is a magic item that you can quickly teleport from one person to another by touching it, and if you need to, a large number of people at a time." Sirius replied.

"Is it something like Floo.com?" Harry continued.

Sirius was about to nod, but Clark said, "No, these two are not the same. ”

"The first condition of the Floo network is to have a furnace and a flame, and the principle is to use a special flame secret realm as a transit station, connecting the fireplaces of the English wizards together to form a transportation network.

Therefore, if you want to use Floo Net, you first have to go to the Bureau of Floo Network under the Department of Magical Transportation of the Ministry of Magic to apply for a reserve, and a professional will come to your home to help establish a contract between your fireplace and the Flame Realm.

Among them, the Floo powder mined from that flame secret realm is only a kind of verification ticket, which is why for thousands of years, those who have tried to 'self-sufficiency' on Floo powder have not succeeded. ”

"Hahaha, who's going to try to imitate that?" George and Fred on the side laughed when they heard Clark's words, "That thing is two scoops a spoonful, and the price has remained the same for a hundred years, so there is no profit at all." ”

Clark glanced at them.

"There are a lot of stupid people, and every year, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries reports one or two cases of trauma caused by 'pseudo-Floo powder'.

In other words, there are still a lot of fools who like to throw homemade powder into the fire and blow themselves out of the chimney. ”

The twin brothers, along with Ginny and Neville, laughed heartily.

"Where's the key...... What is it like...... Stuff? ”

By this time they had already begun to climb the Stoat, and from time to time they tripped over the hidden rabbit hole, or slipped on the black, sticky blades of grass, which made Harry's questioning intermittent.

"Ah, doorkeys are all sorts of things, old leather boots, empty cans, leaky broken basketballs...... "Everything," said Mr. Wesley, "of course, are inconspicuous things so that Muggles don't pick them up and fiddle with them...... They'll think it's someone else throwing it away......"

"Yes, the main thing about the portkey is the spell applied on it, which is a contract summoning magic similar to the Flying Charm, compared to that, it doesn't matter what the portkey's carrier is."

Clark added, but Harry couldn't speak anymore, and he felt a tingling in his chest with every breath he took now.

He found that it had been a long time since he had done such an intensity of physical activity, even in a Quidditch match, sitting on a broomstick.

Compared to him, Clark and Neville seemed to be the most relaxed of all, and their strong physique allowed them to walk on the ground even on the slopes.

As for Hermione and Ginny, the two girls were able to keep up with the large army with ease, and they were not slow, and they didn't know if they used some magical spells.

Thankfully, when Harry felt his legs grow out of his way, he finally found his feet on flat ground.

"Whew......" Mr. Wesley said as he took off his glasses, wiped his jersey with his jersey, and panted, "yes, we arrived on time...... Ten minutes to go......"

Ron was the last to reach the top of the mountain, and as soon as he got there, he bent over his knees.

"Now, we need to find the portkey," said Mr. Wesley, putting on his glasses and squinting his eyes as he searched the ground carefully, "not very much...... Find out ......."

Everyone scattered and split up to look for it.

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 are set off by the twinkling stars in the night sky.

"Amos!" Mr. Wesley smiled and strode over to the man who called out to him.

When everyone else approached, they saw Mr. Wesley shaking hands with a middle-aged wizard with a short brown beard and a red face.

The man was still holding something in his other hand, like an old moldy boot.

"Come on, let me introduce you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Wesley said, "He works in the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control at the Ministry of Magic, and this is his son Cedric, I think you all know each other, right?" ”

"Of course...... "George and Fred replied with grinnings, "he's Wood's enemy for life." ”

Cedric Diggory was about seventeen years of age, and was a particularly handsome brown-haired boy, tall and thin, with two highland reds on his father's face.

George and Fred also knew him because he was the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team, and was considered Harry's old rival in Hogwarts Quidditch.

"Hi, hello." Cedric turned to look at everyone with a sunny smile on his face.

Everyone said "Hi", and Cedric's father exchanged a few more polite words with Mr. Wesley, and then looked kindly at the three Wesley brothers, Clarke, Hermione, and the others.

"Arthur, are these your children? You're amazing! Mr. Diggory complimented with a grin.

"Oh, no, the red-haired ones are," Mr. Wesley hastened to point out his children one by one, "this is my nephew, Clark Prewit." ”

"Ah, Mr. Puwitt, I know that I helped him with many of the formalities of the dragon farm." Amos Diggory smiled and shook Clark's hand.

"yes, I had to thank Mr. Diggory for his help last time." Clark also said with a smile.

"This is Neville, this is Hermione, they're friends with my son Ron," Mr. Wesley continued, "this is Harry, and Ron's friend—"

"Oh my God," Amos Diggory cried out in surprise, his eyes wide for a moment, "Harry? That Harry Potter? ”

"yes, that's the Potter!" Mr. Wesley smiled happily.