Harry didn't sleep well that night, half of the reason was because he couldn't put down the topic he had discussed last night, although he knew he couldn't guess what Voldemort was going to do, but he just couldn't control his thoughts, and the other half was because of Ron, who didn't seem to sleep too peacefully.

Probably in anticipation of the World Cup, he was always tossing and turning in bed, making his iron-framed bed creak and keeping Harry awake.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the movement was a little quieter, but Harry was dreaming again, this time the dream was no different, it had nothing to do with Voldemort, but some mess.

He first dreamed that he had returned to Hogwarts, and Professor McGonagall was so unhappy with the quality of his summer homework that he threatened to let him clean the bathroom for the whole year, unless Harry could win the Quidditch Cup for Gryffindor for the next few years.

Harry was arguing with Professor McGonagall when the scene suddenly shifted to a huge Quidditch arena, dressed in England's match jersey and riding a firebow bolt as he prepared to play. He was surrounded by cheering British wizarding people and Hogwarts classmates, and Qiu Zhang's gentle voice was exceptionally clear in the noise,

"If you win the game, I'll date you, Harry, or I'll go to Cedric!"

"It's not fair!"

Harry yelled angrily that he was going to protest to Akihari because Cedric had easily gotten the chance to date Akihari, but he had to win the match.

Bang!

Instead of falling from the firebolt, Harry fell to the floor of Ron's crowded room.

It was pitch black outside the window, and Harry could only make out by some light coming through the crack in the open door, it was Mrs. Weasley, who had just woken up Ron, and was about to go around Ron's bedside to wake him up, but was a little overwhelmed by his sudden movement.

"Nightmares, darling?" Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"What's unfair?"

Ron, who was snorting in bed, said in a daze, completely unaware that the movement he had made in the first half of the night had made Harry unable to sleep at all.

"Oh, I dreamed I was in Potions class—" Harry was glad it was dark in the room now, Mrs. Weasley and Ron couldn't see his hot face, he didn't know why he was dreaming such ridiculously, but he instinctively covered up his dreams,

"Snape wants me to clean the classroom alone." Harry muttered.

"Oh, then you should punch him in the nose, don't be merciful, Harry, smash Dumbledore like that-"

"Don't say that about Dumbledore," Mrs. Weasley said unhappily, "move quickly, Ron, your dad is already waiting for you down there!" ”

Mrs. Weasley went to every room to call for people, and kept urging them to clean up quickly, but by the time everyone had dressed and washed up, they came to the living room, and it was already half an hour later.

"It's too late for breakfast, Arthur."

Mrs. Weasley tossed a canvas bag to Mr. Weasley, and as she hurriedly kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek, she said, "When you get there, remember to get some food for the kids." ”

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. The little ones were too sleepy to speak, and only Mr. Weasley and Sirius were leading the conversation.

"--My ticket was brought by Ludo for me, probably because he was too tired to prepare for the World Cup, Ludo has not been in a good mood for the past two months, and it doesn't seem normal until these days, to be honest, I think he should give himself a few days off, of course, as long as he doesn't get lost."

"Who's lost?" Sirius, who wasn't too familiar with the situation in the Ministry, asked rhetorically, "Is there anyone lost in the Ministry?" ”

"It's someone from the Ludo Ministry, you should know her when you count her age, Sirius, it's Bertha Jorkins, she asked the ministry for a leave of absence that she was going to Albania for a vacation, and then there has been no news for more than a month."

Mr. Weasley jumped onto a rock, gasped for a few breaths, and said.

"I do know—"

Sirius retrieved Bertha Jorkins from his long memories and said with a frown.

Yes, she's a bit confused, but she's a top-notch memory when it comes to gossip, and she's keen to inquire about other people's privacy everywhere. I'm guessing you won't like her too much, but didn't the ministry arrange for someone to go to her, and that place in Albania isn't very peaceful. ”

"I think I've heard the name—" Harry said with a sudden frown, "but I don't remember where. ”

"Maybe Percy mentioned it when she told you about Old Barty," said Mr. Weasley, nonchalantly, "It's not surprising that Bertha used to work for Barty, but then she was transferred to Ludo's side, and she changed departments a lot over the years, and she never stayed in one place for long. ”

"Maybe Percy mentioned it when she told you about Old Barty," said Mr. Weasley, nonchalantly, "It's not surprising that Bertha used to work for Barty, but then she was transferred to Ludo's side, and she changed departments a lot over the years, and she never stayed in one place for long. ”

Sirius and Remus soon talked about something else, and Harry kept frowning and thinking about Bertha Jorkins. He was sure he hadn't heard of Bertha Jorkins from Percy's mouth, but he couldn't remember where, but his instinct forced him to think about it all the time.

Climbing a mountain at night was not a pleasant exercise, and whether they tripped over a hidden rabbit hole or slipped on a black, slimy blade of grass, Mr. Weasley and Sirius quickly lost the strength to speak, and stopped their conversation to concentrate on the road underfoot.

Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins, on the other hand, had been breathing steadily, and their steady pace had made them unconsciously outpaced the rest, and by the time Harry stood at the top of the hill and looked out at the morning light, Mr. Weasley and the others were still a few hundred feet away.

"Oh, boys, you're really surprising to me."

Finally climbing to the top of the mountain, Mr. Weasley, who was dizzy, wiped his misty glasses and gasped,

"Do you think you've done professional mountain climbing training?"

"It's Amosta's physical education class—" Sirius said with a smile wiping her sweat, "the little ones have been being physically trained by Amosta. ”

"Oh, yes!"

Mr. Weasley was visibly surprised, but he noticed that his youngest son, Ron, seemed to be equally tired and out of breath.

"What's the matter with you, Ron, you don't skip this class often, do you?"

"No, Dad." Ron bowed his head weakly.

"I don't think you have the guts to skip Amosta's class," Mr. Weasley chuckled, "then you should train harder." ”

Everyone except Mr. Weasley knew that Ron had already put the course down, but no one would tell Mr. Weasley the truth, because they didn't want to embarrass Ron.

Harry foresaw that he would meet his Hogwarts classmates at the World Cup, but he didn't expect to meet them before he even left, but he wasn't very happy to meet this person now.

It's Cedric and his dad.

Harry was a little curious about Cedric's father, as his name was very similar to Professor Blaine's, just one syllable, but when Mr. Weasley's colleague, the red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, communicated to him, Harry was not very happy.

Because Mr. Diggory is particularly keen to brag about Cedric's excellence with others, he also talked about the game that Harry lost last semester because of the Dementors and Professor Blaine's physical education class, Cedric's outstanding results, but the fact is actually clear to everyone, if it wasn't for the Dementors to come out and disrupt the game, it would not be certain who would lose and who won, and Professor Bryan's physical education class, Cedric did have excellent training results, but he was the oldest one, and he only had a head advantage.

They left the Weasel Mountain via the Portkey, and in an instant they arrived at the place where the Quidditch Final would be held.

It was Harry's first portkey, and in the intervening years, he had used Apparition with Professor Blaine, Floo Powder at Mr. Weasley's home, and twice on the Knight's Bus, and it was hard to say which of these wizards had the worst way of getting around.

It wasn't until he parted ways with Cedric's family and walked into the misty swamp that Harry's mood was high.

As they made their way through the fog and into the arena where the spectators were housed, everyone's breath froze, and Mr. Weasley seemed to anticipate the reaction of the little ones, his arms outstretched, his smiling face slightly colorful,

"Well, little ones, this is the work of the Ministry of Magic for most of the past six months!"

(End of chapter)