Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 459 Arriving at the venue
Harry didn't sleep well that night, half of the reason was because he still couldn't let go of the topic discussed last night. Although he knew he couldn't guess what Voldemort was going to do, he just couldn't control his cranky thoughts. The other half was because of Ron, who didn't seem to sleep very well.

Probably because of the anticipation of the World Cup, he kept tossing and turning in bed, making his iron bed creak and keeping Harry awake.

It wasn't until later in the night that the noise there became quieter, but then Harry started to dream again. This time the dream was no different from ordinary ones. It had nothing to do with Voldemort, but some random things.

He first dreamed that he had returned to Hogwarts to go to school. Professor McGonagall was very dissatisfied with the quality of his summer homework, and threatened to make him clean the bathroom for a whole year, unless Harry could let Gryffindor In the next few years, they will be able to win the Quidditch Cup.

Harry was arguing with Professor McGonagall when suddenly the scene changed and he came to a huge Quidditch field. He was wearing England's game uniform and riding a Firebolt and was getting ready to play.He was surrounded by cheering British magical people and Hogwarts classmates. Qiu Zhang's gentle voice was particularly clear among the noise.
"If you win the race, I'll date you, Harry, or I'll go to Cedric!"

"This is not fair!"

Harry shouted angrily, and he was going to protest with Qiu Zhang, because Cedric easily got the chance to date Qiu Zhang, but he had to win the competition.

boom!
Harry jumped from the Firebolt and landed not on the grass, but on the floor of Ron's crowded room.

It was pitch black outside the window, and Harry could only make out by the light from the open door that it was Mrs Weasley who had just woken Ron up and was about to walk around Ron's bedside. Woke him up, but, a little overwhelmed by his sudden movement,
"Having a nightmare, dear?" Mrs. Weasley whispered.

"What's not fair?"

Ron, who was snoring on the bed, said in a daze, completely unaware that the movement he made in the middle of the night made Harry unable to sleep at all.

"Oh, I dreamed that when I was in Potions class -" Harry was extremely lucky that the room was dark now and Mrs. Weasley and Ron couldn't see his burning face. He didn't know why he did what he did. Such a ridiculous dream, but he still instinctively covered up his dream,
"Snape asked me to clean the classroom alone," Harry muttered.

"Oh, then you should punch him in the nose, don't hold back, Harry, just like Dumbledore—"

"Don't say that about Dumbledore," Mrs. Weasley said unhappily, "Hurry up, Ron, your father is already waiting for you below!"

Mrs. Weasley personally went to every room to call for people, and kept urging them to pack themselves quickly, but it was already half an hour after everyone got dressed and washed and came to the living room.

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

Mrs. Weasley threw a canvas bag to Mr. Weasley and kissed Mr. Weasley hastily on the cheek and said, "When we get there, remember to get some food for the children."

The air was cold, the moon was still high in the sky, and only a faint gray-green appeared on the horizon to their right, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching.None of the little ones were too sleepy to talk. Only Mr. Weasley and Sirius took the lead in talking.

"-- Ludo helped me get my ticket. It may be due to the exhaustion of preparing for the World Cup. Ludo has been in a bad mood for the past two months. It didn't look normal until these days. To be honest, I think He should give himself a few days off, as long as he doesn't get lost, of course."

"Who is missing?" Sirius, who was not very familiar with the situation in the Ministry, asked, "Is there anyone missing in the Ministry?"

"It's from Ludo's Ministry. You should know her according to your age. Sirius, it's Bertha Jorkins. She asked the Ministry to go to Albania for vacation, and then there was no news for more than a month."

Mr. Weasley jumped onto a rock and said after a few gasps.

"I do know—"

Sirius found Bertha Jorkins from the distant memory, frowned and said, "

Yes, she is indeed a bit confused, but she has a first-class memory when it comes to gossip, and she is also keen on inquiring about other people's privacy. I guess you won't like her too much, but the ministry has not arranged for anyone to find her. Well, Albania is not a peaceful place. "

"I think I've heard the name—" said Harry, frowning suddenly, "but I can't remember where."

"Maybe Percy mentioned it when he told you about old Batty," Mr. Weasley said indifferently, "Bertha used to work for Batty, but it's not surprising that she was transferred to Ludo's subordinates later. She changed a lot of departments in [-] and never stayed in one place for long." Sirius and Remus were soon chatting about other things, while Harry kept frowning and thinking about Bertha Jorkins.He was pretty sure he hadn't heard of Bertha Jorkins from Percy, but he couldn't remember exactly where, but his intuition forced him to keep thinking about it.

Climbing a mountain at night is not a pleasant sport. Whether you stumble over a hidden rabbit hole or slip on the dark, sticky blades of grass, Mr. Weasley and Sirius will soon lose their smoke. I struggled to speak, so I stopped talking and concentrated on the road under my feet.

On the contrary, it was Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and the twins. Their breath had been very steady, and their steady pace of progress made them unconsciously surpass the rest. When Harry stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the morning sun, Mr. Weasley They were still hundreds of feet away.

"Oh, boys, you really amaze me."

Finally climbed to the top of the mountain, the dizzy Mr. Weasley wiped his foggy glasses, panted and said,

"Could it be that you have received professional mountain climbing training?"

"It's Amosta's physical education class—" Sirius wiped his sweat and said with a smile, "These little guys have been receiving Amosta's physical training."

"Oh, really!"

Mr. Weasley said obviously a little surprised, but then he noticed that his youngest son Ron seemed 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 guiltily.

"I don't think you have the guts to skip class in Amosta's class," Mr. Weasley chuckled a few times. "Then you should train more."

Everyone except Mr. Weasley knew that Ron had dropped the subject long ago, but no one would tell Mr. Weasley the truth because they didn't want to embarrass Ron.

Harry foresaw that he would run into a Hogwarts classmate at the World Cup, but he didn't expect to meet him before he left, and he was not very happy to meet this person now.

It's Cedric and his dad.

Originally, Harry was a little curious about Cedric's father, because his name was very similar to Professor Brian's, only one syllable missing, but when this colleague of Mr. Weasley had a red face with a short brown beard Harry wasn't too happy when the wizard talked to him.

Because Mr. Diggory is very keen to brag about Cedric's excellence to others, he also took last semester, the game Harry lost because of the dementor, and Professor Brian's physical education class, Cedric was outstanding. The grades matter, but the fact is that everyone knows the truth. If the dementors did not come out to disrupt the game, it would not be certain who would win. In the physical education class taught by Brian, Cedric did have excellent training results, but he His age is the oldest one, it just has the advantage of size.

They left Stoat Mountain via the portkey and arrived in an instant where the Quidditch final was to be held.

This was Harry's first use of a Portkey. In between, he had used Apparition with Professor Brayne, Floo powder at Mr. Weasley's house, and the Knight Bus twice, and these wizards It's hard to say which way of travel is the worst.

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

When they walked through the fog and entered the venue where the spectators were placed, everyone's breath froze. Mr. Weasley seemed to have anticipated the reaction of these little guys. He opened his arms and smiled on his face. Slightly colorful,

"How about it, little guys, this is the result of the Ministry of Magic's work for more than half a year!"





(End of this chapter)