Chapter 489 Breakfast and Door Key

When Harry was shaken awake by Mrs. Weasley, it seemed to him that he had barely fallen asleep in Ron's room.

"Dear Harry, it's time to go," she whispered before walking away to wake Ron up.

Harry fumbled around for his glasses, found them, put them on and sat up. It was still dark outside, Ron complained vaguely when his mother woke him. At the corner of Harry's bed, he saw two large, messy objects emerging from the edge of the blanket.

"Is it time?" Fred asked waveringly.

They dressed quietly and yawned. Because everyone was too sleepy and didn't want to talk. Then the four of them walked up the stairs into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring a cauldron on the stove, and Mr. Weasley sat at the table, looking at a large stack of parchment notes. He looked up and opened his arms as the boys came in. This way, they could get a better look at his clothes. He was wearing a golf shirt and a pair of old jeans that were a bit too big and he had to wear a leather belt to tighten them.

"How about it?" he asked nervously. "We have to remain anonymous. Harry, do you think I look like a Muggle?"

"Where are Bill, Charlie and Percy?" asked George, with a loud whistle.

"They can Apparate, right?" Mrs. Weasley said as she placed the cauldron on the table and started pouring porridge into the bowls. "So they can sleep in."

Harry knew it was difficult to Apparate, which meant disappearing from one place and then immediately appearing in another.

"Then they're still in bed," he said. "Why don't we apparate?"

"Because you're not that old yet, and you haven't passed the exam yet." Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "Where is Ginny? She's not up yet?"

She rushed out of the kitchen, and then there was the sound of someone climbing the stairs.

"Is it necessary to pass a test to learn to Apparate?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Weasley, carefully placing the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. "Some people were fined by the Ministry of Magical Traffic a few days ago because they used Apparition without a license. Apparition is not simple, and if it is not done well, it can lead to serious consequences. What I said Because of this, the two people ended up splitting themselves in half."

Everyone around the table shuddered except Harry.

"Uh... separated?" Harry asked.

"They left half of themselves where they were," said Mr. Weasley, spooning a large spoonful of syrup into the porridge. "So, of course, they're stuck now, unable to move either way, until the Magical Accident Repair Center patch them up. I can tell you, it's like the old Muggle papermaking, which stained the Muggles Linen becomes clean paper again.”

Harry suddenly remembered a pair of legs and an eyeball abandoned on the pavement of Privette Street.

"Are they bad?" he asked, a little petrified.

"Oh, fine," said Mr. Weasley matter-of-factly, "but they were fined a large sum of money, and I don't think they'd dare try it again. Don't mess around with teleportation, there are a lot of grown-up witches here. The soldiers didn't want to use it, they preferred to use brooms, which were slower but safer."

"But Bill, Charlie and Percy can." Fred said with a smile: "Charlie took the test twice. He failed the first time. He was planning to go five miles south, but he happened to end up in a place where Above the old man shopping, remember?”

"Yes. But he passed on the second try," said Mr. Weasley, and he returned to the kitchen, where he chuckled.

"Percy passed two weeks ago. Since then, he has teleported down the stairs every morning just to prove that he can teleport." George told him.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny said, rubbing her eyes as she came down the stairs and sat down at the table.

"We have a ways to go," said Mr. Weasley.

"Go?" Harry asked, "What? Are we going to watch the World Cup?"

"No, no, that's a few miles away," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "We only have to walk a short distance. Because with a large group of wizards gathered together, it is difficult not to attract the attention of Muggles. For Our departure time and an event like this, we have to be very careful about."

"George!" Mrs. Weasley shouted, making everyone jump.

"What's the matter?" George asked in a very innocent tone, but that could not deceive anyone.

"What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing at all!"

"You didn't lie?"

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

Several small, brightly colored objects rose from George's pockets, and he tried to grab them, but missed. They all landed unerringly on Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand.

"We told you, destroy them!" said Mrs. Weasley angrily. "We told you not to take these things! Clean your pockets, quick! You two!"

It was not a pleasant sight: it was obvious that the twins wanted to get as much toffee from the house as possible. Mrs. Weasley used her magic to find them.

"Accio! Accio! Accio!" she shouted, and the toffees rose from everywhere, including George's bushings and Fred's jeans.

When his mother threw away the toffees, Fred shouted to his mother: "We spent six months to develop these things!"

"Oh, six months!" she shouted, "No wonder you can't get more O.W.L!"

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense. No one could challenge Mrs. Weasley's majesty in this family. Jamais la foule, never ones.

In fact, it was only about five fifty-six, and Mrs. Weasley had not finished her busy work. Everyone was not in place yet, and Mrs. Weasley put two more sets of brand new dishes on the table.

Before Harry could ask questions, Dobby's sudden appearance greatly eased the atmosphere at the table.

Dobby appeared in the Weasley family's living room holding Crookshanks' cage. Crookshanks cried badly. It didn't like this kind of trip.

Even for a human being, the first time he Apparates, he will feel terrible. There are many people like Fanlin who feel terrible no matter how many times they come.

However, even so, Crookshanks' arrival was greatly welcomed by Harry and others.

Ron's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that the cat in front of him became so kind.

It would be better if he didn't come with Dobby.

"They are coming, Dobby." Harry said. Although it was a pity that Sirius could not come, Fanlin and Hermione were the people he wanted to see urgently.

"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter, Master Fanlin asked Dobby to send Miss Granger's cat first, and then the two of them will come through the master's Floo network."

"Floo network, Hermione was at Fanlin's house before?"

"Yes, in order to facilitate travel, Master Fanlin took Dobby and the master's father to Miss Granger's house..."

Ron didn't know what he was thinking, and his face darkened.

"That's right, I invited them both to breakfast, in fact, I just prepared it." Mrs. Weasley said.

Suddenly, the originally quiet fireplace started to emit green flames, and then Hermione jumped out of the flames.

I have to say that Mr. Al has good taste. Hermione felt embarrassed about the afternoon shopping, but Mr. Al and Vanlin agreed that this was all natural.

"Hey, Harry, Ron..." Hermione made a long circle of greetings, fortunately she knew everyone here.

"Hello, Hermione." Harry smiled. Mrs. Weasley patted the non-existent ash on Hermione enthusiastically.

She had cleaned the fireplace before, to be exact, it was Dobby, which was also one of Vanlin's instructions. The fireplace in the Weasley family was not as clean as imagined.

Vanlin told Dobby to be more secretive. You know, there are so many wizards in Hogwarts, and no one has discovered the work of the elves.

Ron just wanted to say hello, but the fireplace once again started to emit green flames, and Vanlin walked out of the flames with one step.

"Hello, everyone, have a good holiday." Vanlin said happily, but he didn't want to greet everyone from Mrs. Weasley to Ginny one by one. There were too many people in the Weasley family, not to mention that Ron's brothers were also there, Percy, Charlie, and Bill.

It was not an easy job to call them like this.

"Hello, Vanlin." Everyone responded enthusiastically, especially Fred and George. They were very happy to see Vanlin at the Burrow, especially when their mother was teaching them a lesson.

Ron's face was a little bitter, but he immediately greeted Vanlin, which counted as a response, but it looked...

"Have a good holiday, Harry."

Under the guidance of Mrs. Weasley, Vanlin and Hermione sat on one side of the dining table. They faced each other, Vanlin next to Harry, and Hermione next to Ginny, a reasonable distribution.

"Have a good holiday, Vanlin." Harry said, he was very willing to see Vanlin, so that if there was anything, Vanlin would be able to find the right judgment, not to mention that the two of them had been through life and death together.

Breakfast became harmonious all of a sudden, and Mrs. Weasley gave up the idea of ​​teaching the Weasley twins a lesson. Strictly speaking, Vanlin and Hermione were guests, coming to her home for the first time, and she liked these two children very much, just like the Potters, they were all good friends, but Vanlin was much better than James.

"How was your vacation?" Vanlin asked.

"Fortunately, except for that nightmare, the Dursleys didn't make things difficult for me. In fact, Sirius's identity as a Muggle murderer is quite useful, but some..."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't care at all." Vanlin smiled, and he put a jam pie on his plate.

"Harry, did you have a nightmare? How about it, I didn't..."

"It was just a dream, although it was quite bad, but Vanlin gave me a method, and I felt much better after using it." Harry said.

"Feeling much better?" Fanlin asked, "Did you succeed? Brain occlusion?"

"No." Harry smiled bitterly, "In fact, it just got better, but I haven't had nightmares in the past two days."

Fanlin nodded. Perhaps it was because Harry put all his attention on the Quidditch World Cup, which made the part of his heart connected with Voldemort fade a little.

Ron stopped talking and seemed to want to eliminate his own food.

Hermione and Ginny naturally had a lot of topics to talk about when they sat together. Fan Lin faintly heard Ginny praising Hermione's clothes, and then Hermione secretly said something to Ginny. The two looked at Fan Lin. I glanced here, but it was only a brief contact.

…

Time passed quickly, and the Weasley family's breakfast was already over before it was light outside.

"Have fun! Don't be too naughty!" Mrs. Weasley shouted towards the twins' leaving figures. But they didn't look back or answer. "I'll call Bill, Charlie and Percy about noon," Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Verlyn, Hermione, and Ginny walked across the dark courtyard Off we went, following Fred and George.

It's cold outside and the moon is still there. Only a dark, light green light on the horizon to their right told them that day was approaching. Harry thought that thousands of wizards were now heading towards the Quidditch World Cup, so he hurried to keep up with Mr. Weasley.

"So how does everyone get there without being spotted by Muggles?" Harry asked.

"This has become a major organizational issue," said Mr. Weasley. "The problem is, there are about a hundred thousand divisions showing up at the World Cup, and of course we don't have a magical venue big enough to accommodate them. Some places Muggles can't see through it, but imagine packing a hundred thousand wizards into Port Dean, so we have to find a better deserted wilderness and set up more measures to defend against Muggles. We've been working on this for months. First of all, we have to arrange our arrival. Those with low-price tickets have to arrive two weeks in advance, but we can't use Muggle transportation. Too many, that will hinder their cars and trains... Remember, wizards from all over the world are coming and some use teleportation, but we have to build safe places for them to show up, it has to be away from the Muggles I believe. Can be used as a point where they arrive. For those who don't want to teleport or can't, we use Portkeys. During the preparation period, these are enough to teleport the wizard from one place to another, if you need to. You can teleport a large group at once. There are two hundred Portkeys posted at important strategic locations in England, the closest to us is at the top of Stone Mountain, so we're heading there."

Mr. Weasley pointed ahead at a large black mass rising above the village of Ottery.

"What exactly is a portkey?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, it can be anything," Fanlin replied, "Obviously, they are inconspicuous things, so Muggles won't pick them up or touch them... they are things they think are garbage. thing."

"Trash..." Harry was speechless, but Mr. Weasley's affirmation answered him.

They trudged along the dark, clammy lanes toward the village. It was very quiet, only their footsteps could be heard. The sky slowly brightened as they trudged through the village. The dark sky slowly faded into deep blue. Harry's hands and feet were frozen, and Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

Fan Lin added some warming spells to everyone, but the mental fatigue could not be solved, and it would not restore physical strength.

As they set out to climb Stone Mountain, they had no energy to talk. Sometimes they touch hidden hare nests, sometimes they slip on dense grass. Harry felt a sting in his chest with every breath he took, and his legs were shaking violently as his feet touched the ground.

Fan Lin supported Hermione with one hand. This kind of activity was very difficult for girls.

Fan Lin even wanted to fly over directly, but Mr. Weasley's words were not for show.

Sirius is really unreliable. If he uses Apparition...

However, the resentment was dispelled by Hermione, and it was good to support the girl like this.

"Yo!" gasped Mr. Weasley. He took off his glasses and wiped them on his sweater. "Great, we have good control of time, we have ten minutes..."

Hermione was the last to climb to the top of the mountain. Fanlin was pulling Hermione up, and Ginny came to help.

"Now we just need the portkey," Mr. Weasley said, putting his glasses back on and squinting around the ground. "It won't be big...come on..."

They spread out and searched everywhere. After a while, a shout suddenly broke through the quiet starry sky.

"Here! Arthur! Here, my boy, we come!"

On the other side of the summit, two tall silhouettes appeared against the starry sky.

"Arms!" shouted Mr. Weasley. He smiled and strode towards the man who had just yelled. The others followed closely.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with the ruddy-faced wizard with the short beard. In his other hand he held a moldy old boot.

"Children, this is Arms Diggory," Mr. Weasley introduced.

He works in the Department of Discipline and Control at the Ministry of Magic, and I think you know his son Cedric. "

Cedric Diggory was a very handsome boy, about seventeen years old. He is the captain and catcher of the Hogwarts Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

Fan Lin knew more details. The warriors of the three strongest men died in the hands of Voldemort...

Well, this is not a good experience.

"Hello!" Cedric said, looking at everyone.

These people said "Hello" to Cedric, except Fred and George who just nodded. They still couldn't forgive Cedric for defeating their team in the first Quidditch match last year.

"It's been a long way, Arthur?" Cedric's father said.

"Not too long," said Mr. Weasley, "We live on the other side of the village, what about you?"

"We have to get up at two o'clock, right, Cedric? I tell you, if he passes his teleportation test, I will be very happy. However... Let's not talk about it... I must not miss the Quidditch World Cup. And the tickets are so expensive. Remind you, don't let me win too easily." Arms. Diggory naturally looked at the children next to Weasley, Harry, Vanlin, Hermione and Ginny. "Are they all yours, Arthur?"

"Oh, no, the red-headed ones are," said Mr. Weasley, pointing to his children. "This is Vanlin and Hermione, Ron's friends; this is Harry, another friend." (To be continued)