Chapter 490 Quidditch World Cup

Arms Diggory opened his eyes wide and said, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Uh, yes sir," said Harry.

Harry was used to people's curious looks when they saw him, used to their eyes staring at the scar on his forehead on the street, but it always made him uncomfortable.

"Merlin's beard, you really are Harry Potter." Arms Diggory said in disbelief.

"That's right, Mr. Diggory." Harry said patiently. He was not surprised by the surprised expressions of these people. This had been the case since the first year.

"Of course, Cedric has talked about you," Arms said. Diggory said: "He told us everything about what he played with you last year...I say to you, Cedric, you will have something to tell your grandson in the future, that is, you defeated Harry Potter. special!"

Harry couldn't think of anything to answer, so he stayed silent. Fred and George frowned again, and Cedric looked a little embarrassed.

"Harry fell off his broom, Dad," he whispered, "I told you... it was an accident..."

"Yes, but you didn't fall, did you?" Arms shouted happily, patting his son on the back. "Always so humble, our Cedric always so gentlemanly...but only the best man wins. I'm sure Harry thinks so too, right? Huh? One fell off his broom and the other fell Up there, you can tell without thinking who is the better flyer?"

"The time is almost up," said Mr. Weasley, taking out his watch again: "Do you know who we are waiting for, Arms?"

"No, the visiting family was there a week ago, and the Fawcett family can't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There's no one else in the area but us."

"There's no one I know," said Mr. Weasley. "We only have one minute. We have to get ready..."

He looked at Harry and Hermione. As for Fanlin, I don't think Mr. Weasley needs to worry about it.

"You just need to touch Pochi. It can be done with one finger..."

Because they were carrying overstuffed backpacks, the nine of them had difficulty squeezing around the old boots that Arms Diggory had taken out.

They stood tightly in a circle as the cold wind swept over the top of the mountain. No one spoke. Harry suddenly thought how strange it would be if a Muggle were passing by now and seeing them like this! Ten people, two adults, clutching the old men's boots in the dim light of morning, waiting...

"Hold my hand, Hermione." Fan Lin suddenly said, remembering that the first time he took the Portkey, there would definitely be some bad experience.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked in confusion. She blushed a little. This was so sudden.

"Believe me, give me your hand." Fan Lin said.

Hermione nodded slightly, and placed his right hand on Fan Lin's left heart.

Fanlin grasped the girl's cold little hand with satisfaction. Hermione would not refuse him.

"Three..." muttered Mr. Weasley, still looking at his watch, "Two... one..."

It all happened in an instant: Harry felt as if he were suddenly being pulled forward by a hook behind his navel. His feet left the ground and he could feel Ron and Ginny on either side of him, their arms bumping against his; they were both moving forward and spinning in the howl of the wind; his index finger clung to the boot as if It was pulling him forward...

Spiraling up to the sky, the magic power is boundless. (Guo Degang’s power has arrived.)

I'm in the second grade.

A huge whirlpool appeared in the sky, a bizarre world, which was the dimensional wall of this world.

Fanlin has experienced this kind of thing countless times, with some barriers and some without barriers.

Just as he thought, the Ministry of Magic would not be equipped with any good door keys, after all, they would use so many.

Fanlin's body turned into a stream of light, and she wrapped herself around Hermione, as if she was melting into her.

There is something evil about this.

Fan Lin hugged Hermione from behind, holding out his magic power, and the light blue halo looked particularly dazzling in the dimensional space.

However, Harry obviously did not have the leisure to pay attention to Fan Lin. He was a little disgusted by the journey of this key. He finally realized why so many wizards would rather rush there in advance than use magic.

I have to say, this experience is very bad, it has never been so bad.

His feet were thrown to the ground; Ron staggered and tried to stand up, but fell down, and the portkey made a "bang" sound, as if it was overloaded, there were indeed a lot of people. Ron hit the ground hard next to Harry's head.

Harry looked up. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, though they too looked shaken by the wind; the rest had fallen to the ground.

Of course, besides Fanlin there is Hermione.

It seemed that Hermione was a little embarrassed and flew down from the air in Fan Lin's arms.

Hermione couldn't fly yet, and she couldn't keep her balance unless she wanted to be carried by Fanlin like cargo.

"Hey, this is not fun at all. Why can the two of them fall from the sky so beautifully, but we can only be thrown to the ground."

It was Fred who spoke. Although his words were complaining, they didn't mean to complain. His expression betrayed him.

The Weasley brothers are very optimistic about Fanlin and Hermione. They know Ron. Although they are Ron's brothers, Hermione is really not something Ron can control in his current state, unless Fanlin has an accident.

But Fanlin is their friend.

Fanlin naturally understands what the Weasley brothers mean. He likes this brother who is much older than him but very playful. It is the time for Fanlin to liberate his nature to do some side jobs with them.

(Want to see?

I don't want to!)

In Fred's words, Fanlin has more ideas than them, a memory of the future, plus a knowledge reserve comparable to Hermione.

If Hermione is also brought in...

This is destined to be just an idea. Bringing Hermione in is equivalent to letting their mother supervise the production of Weasley joke products. This is a very dangerous thing.

"If you can fly." Fanlin retorted unhappily.

Hermione hit him, and Fanlin reluctantly put Hermione down.

"So flying has such benefits." The Weasley brothers laughed, and Harry's eyes lit up. And Ron...

Baby Ron was still a little dizzy, his strength was not as strong as Ginny's.

A voice sounded, "Seven to five, from Stone Mountain..." (To be continued)