HP Magic Biography

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

Dear Harry, time to go, she whispered, and walked away to wake Ron up.

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

Is it time? Fred asked waddlingly.

They dressed quietly and yawned. Because everyone was too sleepy to talk. Then the four of them walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the cauldron on the stove, while Mr. Weasley sat at the table, looking at a large stack of parchment notes. When the boys came in, he looked up and opened his arms. That way, they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans that were a little too big for him to tighten with a leather belt.

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

Where's Bill, Charlie, and Percy? George asked, with a big whoosh.

They can Apparate, don't they? said Mrs. Weasley, setting the cauldron on the table and beginning to pour porridge into bowls. So they can sleep in.

Harry knew that apparating was hard, it meant disappearing from one place and appearing in another right away.

Then they're still in bed. Said, Why don't we Apparate?

Because you're not that age yet, and you haven't passed your exam yet, interrupted Mrs. Weasley. Where's Ginny? You haven't woken up yet?

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

Do I have to pass an exam to learn to Apparate? Harry asked.

Oh, yes, said Mr. Weasley, carefully slipping the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. Some people were fined by the Ministry of Magic and Transport a few days ago for using apparition without a licence. Apparition is not simple and can have serious consequences if done poorly. I said Because of this, those two people finally divided themselves into two halves.

Except Harry,

Everyone around the table shivered.

Uh... separated? Harry asked.

They left their own half where they were, said Mr. Weasley, scooping a large spoonful of the syrup into the porridge. So, of course, they're now stuck and can't move either side until the Magical Accident Repair Center fixes them up. I can tell you, it's like the old Muggle paper, with the Muggle people dirty The sackcloth is made into clean paper.

Suddenly Harry remembered a pair of legs and an eyeball abandoned on the pavement of Priwhite Street.

Aren't they okay? he asked, a little petrified.

Oh, fine, said Mr. Weasley of course, but they got a huge fine, and I don't think they'd dare try again. You don't mess around with teleportation, there's a lot of grown witches out there. Soldiers don't want to use it, they prefer to use a broom, which is slower but safer.

But Bill, Charlie, and Percy can, said Fred, laughing. Charlie took the exam twice. He failed the first time. He was going five miles south, but he happened to land somewhere Above the old man shopping, remember?

Yes. But he passed the second time, said Mr. Weasley, and he went back to the kitchen, snickering inside.

Percy passed two weeks ago. He's been teleporting down the stairs every morning since then, just to prove he can teleport, George told him.

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

We've got some way to go, said Mr. Weasley.

Going? Harry asked. What? Are we going to the World Cup?

No, no, it's miles away, said Mr. Weasley, laughing. We'll only have to walk a short distance. It's hard not to attract the attention of Muggles because there's a large group of wizards together. We have to be very careful with the timing of our departure and an event like this.

George! Mrs. Weasley yelled, and everyone jumped to their feet.

What's the matter! George asked in a very innocent tone, but that couldn't fool anyone.

What's in your pocket?

Nothing at all!

Didn't you lie?

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

Several small, brightly colored objects rose from George's pockets, and he tried to grab them but missed. They all landed unmistakably into 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's not a pleasant scene: it's clear the twins want to get as much taffy out of the house as possible. Mrs. Weasley had used her magic to find them.

!!! she yelled, and the taffy rose from everywhere, including George's bushings, Fred's jeans.

When his mother threw the toffees away, Fred yelled at his mother, It took us six months to develop these things!

Oh, what a long six months! she cried, No wonder you can't get more O.W.L!

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

In fact, it was only around five fifty-six, and Mrs. Weasley hadn't finished her busy work. Before everyone was seated, Mrs. Weasley placed two more brand new bowls and chopsticks on the dining table.

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

Dobby appeared in the living room of the Weasley family holding Crookshanks' cage, and Crookshanks screamed badly that he didn't like this kind of travel.

Even for a human being, apparating for the first time will feel bad, and there are not a few people like Fan Lin who feel bad no matter how many times they come.

However, even so, the arrival of Crookshanks 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.

If only it hadn't come with Dobby.

The two of them are coming soon, Dobby. Harry said, although it was a pity that Sirius could not come, but Fan Lin and Hermione, these are the people he desperately wanted to see.

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

Floo, Hermione was at Fan Lin's house before?

Yes, for the convenience of traveling, Master Fan Lin took Dobby and the master's father to Miss Granger's house...

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

That's right, I invited the two of them to breakfast, in fact, I just got ready, said Mrs Weasley.

Suddenly, a green flame rose from the quiet fireplace, and Hermione's figure jumped out of the flame.

I have to say that Mr. Al's taste is quite good, and Hermione felt very embarrassed about the shopping in the afternoon, but Mr. Al and Fan Lin agreed that this was a matter of course.

Hey, Harry, Ron... Hermione took care of it in a big circle, a long list, fortunately she knew all the people here.

Hello, Hermione. Harry smiled. Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically patted the ashes that didn't exist on Hermione.

She had already cleaned the fireplace before, to be exact, Dobby was one of Fan Lin's orders, the fireplace in the Weasleys' house was not as clean as expected.

Fan Lin told Dobby to act more secretly. You must know that there are so many wizards in Hogwarts, and none of them has discovered the work of elves.

Ron was about to say hello, but a green flame rose from the fireplace again, and Fan Lin walked out of the flame with one step.

Hi everyone, happy holidays. Fan Lin said happily, but he didn't want to greet everyone from Mrs. Weasley to Ginny. There are too many people in the Weasley family, let alone Ron's few The brothers were there too, Percy, Charlie, Bill.

It's not an easy job to call it that.

Hello, Fanlin. Everyone responded enthusiastically, especially Fred and George, who were very happy to see Fanlin at the Burrow, especially when their mother taught them a lesson.

Ron's face was a bit bitter, but he immediately greeted Fan Lin, which was regarded as a response, but it seemed...

Have a nice holiday, Harry.

Under Mrs. Weasley's guidance, Fan Lin and Hermione sat at one side of the dining table. They faced each other, Fan Lin next to Harry, and Hermione next to Ginny. The distribution was reasonable.

Happy holidays, Fan Lin. Harry said, he was very willing to see Fan Lin, so that Fan Lin could find the right judgment on what happened, not to mention the two of them went through life and death together.

The breakfast became harmonious immediately, and Mrs. Weasley also gave up the idea of ​​teaching the Weasley twins a lesson. Strictly speaking, Fan Lin and Hermione were guests, and they came to her home for the first time, and she also liked it very much. The two children are very good friends, just like the Potters. However, Fan Lin is much better than James.

How was your vacation? Fan Lin asked.

Fortunately, apart from that nightmare, the Dursleys didn't make things difficult for me. In fact, Sirius' status as a Muggle murderer is quite useful, but it's a bit...

It's okay, he won't care at all. Fan Lin laughed, and he put a jam pie on his plate.

Harry, did you have a nightmare? What, I didn't...

It's just a dream. Although it's bad, Fan Lin gave me a method, and I feel much better after using it. Harry said.

Feels much better? Fan Lin wondered, You succeeded? Occlumency?

No. Harry smiled bitterly, Actually, it's just lightened, but I really haven't been having nightmares these two days.

Fan Lin nodded, perhaps it was because Harry put all his mind on the Quidditch World Cup, which made the part of his heart that was connected to Voldemort a little weaker.

Ron was not talking, and seemed to want to destroy his own food.

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

...

Time passed quickly, before it was light outside, the Weasleys' breakfast was over.

Have fun! Don't be too naughty! Mrs. Weasley called after the twins as they departed. But they didn't look back, and didn't answer. I'll be calling Bill, Charlie, and Percy about noon, Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Valin, Hermione, and Ginny walked across the dark courtyard off, following Fred and George.

It's cold outside and the moon is still there. Only to their right, a dark, pale green light on the horizon told them that day was coming. Thinking that thousands of wizards were heading for the Quidditch World Cup by now, Harry stepped up to keep up with Mr. Weasley.

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

It's become a big organizational problem, said Mr. Weasley. The thing is, there are about a hundred thousand divisions going to be at the World Cup, and of course we don't have a magic field big enough to accommodate them. Some places Muggles can't see it, but imagine a hundred thousand wizards crammed into Port Dean. So we have to find a better deserted wilderness and put in more defenses against Muggles. The entire cabinet Been working on this for months. First of all, of course we have to arrange arrivals. People with cheap tickets arrive two weeks early. A limited number of people use Muggle transport. But we can't use Too many, that would block their cars and trains... remember, wizards from all over the world are coming. Some use teleportation, but we have to build safe places for them to show up, must stay away from Muggles. I believe there is a forest Can be used as a place point for them to get to. For those who don't want to teleport or can't, we use Portkeys. In the lead time, these things are enough to teleport wizards from one location to another, if you need, You can teleport a whole bunch at a time. There are two hundred Portkeys posted at strategically important locations in England, the closest to us being at the top of Stone Mountain, so we're making our way there.

Mr. Weasley pointed to a large black mass ahead, rising above the village of Autry.

What kind of thing is a Portkey? Harry asked very curiously.

Oh, it can be anything, Fan Lin replied, Obviously, they are inconspicuous things, so Muggles don't pick them up, and they don't touch them...something they think is rubbish thing.

Trash... Harry was speechless, but Mr. Weasley's affirmative answer followed.

They trudged down dark, wet alleys towards the village. It was very quiet all around, only the sound of their footsteps could be heard. The sky slowly brightened as they trudged through the village. The dark sky slowly faded into dark blue. Harry's hands and feet were frozen, and Mr. Weasley kept checking his watch.

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

When they started to climb the stone mountain, they didn't have the energy to talk at all. Sometimes they touch the hidden hare's nest, and sometimes they slip by stepping on the dense grass. Harry felt a sharp pain in his chest with every breath, and his legs were shaking violently when his feet touched the flat ground.

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

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

Sirius is really unreliable, if you use Apparition...

But the resentment was dispelled by Hermione, so it's not bad to support the girl like this.

Phew! gasped Mr. Weasley. He took off his glasses and wiped them on his sweater. Great, we've got good timing, we have ten minutes...

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

We just need the Portkey now, said Mr. Weasley, putting his glasses back on and squinting around the ground. It won't be very big... Come on...

They scattered and searched everywhere. After a while, a shout suddenly pierced the quiet starry sky.

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

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

Ames! cried Mr. Weasley. He smiled and strode towards the man who had just shouted. The rest followed closely.

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

Children, this is Ames Diggory, Mr. Weasley introduced to everyone.

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 was the captain and Catcher of the Hogwarts Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

What Fan Lin knew was more detailed. The warriors of the top three died at the hands of Voldemort...

Well, it really wasn't a good experience.

Hello! Cedric said, looking at everyone.

They all said Hello to Cedric, except Fred and George who just nodded. They couldn't forgive Cedric for beating their team at the first Quidditch match last year.

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

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

We've got to be up at two o'clock, eh, Cedric? I'm telling you, I'd be happy if he passed his teleportation test. But... let alone... the Quidditch World Cup is definitely not to be missed. And the tickets are so expensive. Reminder, don't make it easy for me to win. Ames. Digory naturally looked at the children next to Weasley, Harry, Van Lin, Hermione and Ginny. It's all yours, Arthur?

Sadly, no, the redheads are, said Mr. Weasley, pointing to his boy. This is Van Lin and Hermione, Ron's friends; this is Harry, another friend.