"Who the hell are you?" Fred dissatisfied

"I'm just telling the truth," Ivey shrugged

"I don't recommend selling these things to my classmates either," Sirius, who had come over, also persuaded

"Cut~ You guys are jealous" George pursed his mouth, looking rather annoyed.

Fred didn't appear angry. He rolled his eyes and ran straight to Ive's side, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

"What?" Ivy said with a hint of disgust

"What's that look on your face? Be happy - brother, there is something good for you. "Fred looks like you're making a big deal

"It's not good for you to look for me," Ivy didn't believe at all

"Hey, hey—it's different this time," Fred said with a flattering smile, "You should know how popular our products are at Hogwarts, right?" ”

"So what?" That's true

"Are you interested in joining us as a patron?"

"You mean those fat-tongued toffees?"

"Brother, that's just a small branch of our great invention, a means by which we earn start-up capital. Think big, you're going to be involved in building the Weasley Workshop! Fred began to paint him cakes

"In other words, your money-making plan is bankrupt, and now you want to come to me for financing."

"Hehe~ Brother, we know that you have money."

"It's not impossible—Lockhart has such a large amount of gold in his vault," Ivy gestured with his hands, and Fred's eyes straightened.

"But—"

"Uh-huh—you say," he nodded, expectantly following.

"Strictly speaking, Harry still has a share of the property. I'm alone... It's hard to call the shots. ”

"Understood—understood—" Fred understood in an instant, and he gestured OK, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." ”

After punching the package ticket, he immediately ran to George's side and whispered - it seemed that he was discussing countermeasures.

"How long are we going to go, sir?" After walking for a while, Harry asked.

"It's almost there," Mr. Arthur looked over, "there's a village ahead, and it's almost all there is to it." ”

"With a portkey?" Hearing this, Sirius asked aloud

"Yes," Mr. Arthur nodded

"With the other wizards?"

"It's hard to say," Mr. Arthur thought for a moment, "because most wizards will apparition directly to the grounds. Only for those who can't or don't want to apparate, the Ministry of Magic has prepared a portkey. ”

"What's a portkey?" Harry hadn't heard of it

"To put it simply—it's a medium that transports wizards from one place to another within a set amount of time." Sirius explained to him

"That's right, in order to make it easier for fans from all over the world to arrive, the Ministry of Magic has placed more than two hundred portkeys all over the UK." Mr. Arthur added

"Doorkey? What kind? A door? Or a key? Ron also spoke curiously

"That's so obvious," Mr. Arthur explained with a smile, "it's basically something inconspicuous, like cans, beer bottles, rotten cardboard boxes, broken shoes, all sorts of things." The purpose was to prevent Muggles from picking it up, and to pretend to be something that someone else had discarded indiscriminately. ”

Ivy didn't want to comment on that. It can only be said that if it is a domestic ..... Hehe...

In the dim darkness, the group soon entered the somewhat awkwardly named village of Otri St. Cachpol and stumbled along the wet path. At this time, Muggles were asleep, and there were no pedestrians on the road. In the quiet space, only their own footsteps and gasps kept ringing.

"Coming soon," said Mr. Arthur after walking through the village. He pointed to the hillside in front of him, "The closest portkey to us is at the top of Stoatt Mountain."

"Ahh Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were also panting and grimacing.

Betty was in good shape because Ivey was on her way.

"Why are you so biased?" Ron criticized

"Didn't I say that - stay as far away from Muggle areas as possible." As he spoke, Mr. Arthur glanced at his pocket watch, "There's still plenty of time, so let's climb slowly." ”

And so the group began their journey to the mountain

Anyone who has ever climbed a mountain knows that it is not easy to get you up even if you are given steps, let alone uneven slopes.

Not to mention the caves full of vines, grass roots, and small animals along the way. Coupled with the darkness and the damp and slippery turf, the trio and Ginny were so miserable that they didn't even have the strength to complain.

It wasn't until the horizon began to turn white that the group reached the top of the mountain. The moment they stepped onto the ground, Harry and Ron collapsed directly on the grass, gasping for breath.

"Not bad - very punctual. Ten minutes left... Hurry up and look for the portkey," Mr. Arthur said after he had calmed down

The crowd was just about to disperse

"Here, Arthur! Come here. Son, I found it. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence

Everyone goes by prestige. On the other side of the mountaintop, two tall figures stood under the starlit night sky.

"Let's go," Mr. Arthur beckoned the group to

Come to the front

"Amos!" Arthur smiled and walked over to the man who called him

"Hey-man!" A wizard with a flushed face, a brown beard, and an old boot in his hand greeted him.

The two shook hands and exchanged a few pleasantries.

"I'm going to introduce you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Arthur said to the crowd, "He works for the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division. This is his son, Cedric, whom you should have seen at school. ”

"Hi ~ Hello" Cedric's personality is more likable

"Acquaintance" Ivy casually said hello. Betty also nodded to Cedric.

They were familiar with Cedric

The "Hello" trio also greeted each other. Cedric and they knew each other, after all, it was the only opponent Harry had lost to since he joined the team. But they are friendly.

"Hmm" On the contrary, the twins are more cold. They are also haunted by their loss to Cedric.

"This is Sirius Black," Arthur introduced to the two of them

"Oh, Mr. Black!" Amos stepped forward and shook Sirius's hand warmly, "I have great admiration for your deeds!" At the same time, I deeply regret what happened to you. ”

"Thank you" Blake was average. Neither cold nor enthusiastic. He was originally a proud man, and all these years in Azkaban did not polish his character.

"It's a long way off, huh?" After the pleasantries, Amos asked

"Fine," said Mr. Arthur, "we live on the other side of the village. What about you? ”

"I'll get up at two o'clock~" Amos complained a little in his tone, "If only Cedric could pass the illusion shift exam earlier..."

"I've worked hard, okay?" Cedric immediately retorted

"Haha - in fact, there is nothing to complain about, the World Cup~ You must not miss it. It just so happens that this kid is also from the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and he also defeated the famous Harry Potter last semester, maybe he can play for the national team in the future. ”

Amos's blunt words embarrassed the trio a little. The twins were even more angry

"Ah—it's almost time," said Mr. Arthur, who took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "is there anyone else coming?" ”

"Nope. Either I went there a long time ago, or I didn't get a ticket. ”

"That's good," Arthur nodded, "and one minute, everyone reach out and touch the doorkey - just one finger"

"Give me the backpack, or you won't be able to stand." Ivy took everyone's backpacks and placed them in Betty's bag.

When they were ready, everyone gathered around the old boots, put their fingers on them, and waited.

"Well... Right away... Three... Two... One" Mr. Arthur counted down as he stared at his pocket watch

The moment the countdown stopped, the boot suddenly erupted with a strong gravitational pull. The surrounding space is centered around the boots, twisting into a vortex. Ivey and the others gradually lifted their feet off the ground, and they were swept into the center and disappeared in place.

When they set foot on the land again, they had come to a misty swamp.

"At 5:07, from Weasel Mountain" Before a few people could recover and figure out where they were, a weak voice suddenly came from the side.

Looking sideways, there were two men in short Scottish checkered skirts. One person holds a golden pocket watch in his hand, another holds a thick stack of parchment paper and holds a quill to register something. There's a big box at your feet. But—they didn't look very good, their faces were tired, and their eyes were protruding.

"Good morning—Basil" Mr. Arthur picked up the old boot and handed it to the wizard with the pocket watch.

The man took it, changed hands and threw it into the box. Ivey looked at it, and it was a pile of debris. It should all be used door keys.

"Hello, Arthur" The two obviously know each other, and the relationship should be good, "You are not on duty?" ..... Some people are so lucky~ unlike us, who stay here all night. ”

After a casual complaint, Basil looked at his pocket watch again, "You guys go to the camp first, there will be a large number of people coming from the Black Forest at a quarter past five, and they can't stay here." ”

After saying that, the man next to him began to flip through the parchment, "I'll look for it... Weasley... Weasley... Oh - here! Weasley was at Camp One, and from here walked about a quarter of a mile to find Roberts, the caretaker. And then - Mr. Diggory, you are in Camp 2, and you will arrive through Camp 1, and the caretaker is Mr. Payne. Other than that... Are Mr. Shafiq and Miss Ethel here? ”

"We are," Ivy replied with a raised hand

"Ms. Wendy, let us tell you that the station is at Camp One."

"Thanks"

"Thanks, Basil"

After saying goodbye, Mr. Arthur beckoned everyone forward.

The distance before arriving at the station was not close, and it took nearly twenty minutes to walk. Because the fog obscured his view, Ron almost went astray.

Fortunately, everyone finally made it to the camp.