Hogwarts Homecoming

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 the middle of the night that there was less movement there, but then Harry started dreaming again, this time the dream was the same as usual, it had nothing to do with Voldemort, but some messy 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 screen changed, and he came to a huge Quidditch field again. He was wearing England's game uniform, riding a Firebolt, and was preparing to play. He was surrounded by cheering British magicians and Hogwarts classmates. Qiu Zhang's gentle voice was especially clear amidst the noise,

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

"It's 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?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.

"What's unfair?"

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 while I was in Potions—" Harry was so glad it was dark in the room, Mrs Weasley and Ron couldn't see his burning face, he didn't know why 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 tossed a canvas bag to Mr. Weasley, kissed Mr. Weasley hastily on the cheek and said, "Remember to get the children something to eat when you get there."

The air was cold, and the moon was still high in the sky, except for a faint slate-green tinge on the horizon to their right, showing that dawn was approaching. The little ones were too sleepy to talk, and only Mr. Weasley and Sirius led the conversation.

"-- 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 got lost?" Sirius, who was not very familiar with the situation in the ministry, asked back, "Did someone get lost 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, "

Yeah, she's a bit confused, but she has a top-notch memory for gossip, and she's a fan of prying into other people's private affairs. I guess you don't like her too much, but there's no one in the Ministry looking for her Well, that place in Albania is not so peaceful. "

"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. In 2010, she changed many departments, and she never stayed in one place for long."

"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. In 2010, she changed many departments, and she never stayed in one place for long."

Sirius and Remus quickly chatted about other matters, while Harry kept frowning at 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 done 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 Amostar's class," Mr. Weasley chuckled a few times, "then you should strengthen your training."

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 Ferret Hill through the Portkey and arrived at the place where the Quidditch final was to be held in an instant.

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 separated from Cedric's family and walked into the foggy swamp that Harry's mood became high.

When they passed through the fog and walked into the venue where the spectators were placed, everyone's breathing was stagnant, and Mr. Weasley seemed to have expected the reaction of these little guys, he opened his arms, and his face was full of smiles slightly colored,

"Well, little ones, this is the result of the work of the Ministry of Magic for more than half a year!"