HP Magic Biography

Ames Diggory opened his eyes wide and said, Harry? Harry Potter?

Er, yes sir, said Harry.

Harry was used to people staring curiously at him when they saw him, used to their eyes on the scar on his forehead on the road, but it always made him uncomfortable.

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

That's right, Mr. Diggory. Harry said patiently, he wasn't surprised by the surprise of these people, it had been like this since the first year.

Of course, Cedric talked about you, said Arms. Diggory said: He told us all about playing with you last year... I tell you, Cedric, you will have something to tell your grandson in the future, and that is that you beat Harry Potter. special!

Harry couldn't think of anything to answer for a moment, so he kept 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...

Yeah, but you didn't fall, did you? cried Ames 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? Eh? One fell off his broom and one On it, you can tell the difference without even thinking about the better flyer?

It's almost time, said Mr. Weasley, taking out his watch again: Ames, do you know who we're waiting for?

No, the Gu family was there a week ago and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets, said Mr. Diggory. There's no one else in the district but us.

The ones I know are gone, said Mr. Weasley. It's only a minute, we've got to get ready...

He looked at Harry and Hermione. As for Fan Lin, I don't think Mr. Weasley should worry about it.

All you need to do is touch Pochi, and it can be done with one finger...

Because they were carrying overstuffed backpacks, the nine of them squeezed around the old boots that Amos Digory took out with great difficulty.

The cold wind swept across the top of the mountain, and they stood in a tight circle. No one spoke. It occurred to Harry that if a Muggle passed by now,

How strange it would be to see them like this! Ten people, two adults, clutching the old men's boots in the twilight of the morning light, waiting...

Hold my hand, Hermione. Fan Lin said suddenly, he remembered that if he took the Portkey for the first time, something bad would definitely happen.

What's wrong? Hermione said in confusion, she blushed a little, it was so sudden.

Trust me, give me your hand. Fan Lin said.

Hermione nodded lightly, and put his right hand in Fan Lin's left palm.

Fan Lin grasped the girl's cold little hand contentedly, Hermione would not refuse him.

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

It all happened instantly: Harry felt as if he was suddenly pulled forward by a hook behind his navel. His feet were off the ground and he could feel Ron and Ginny on either side of him, their arms bumping against his; It's pulling him forward...

The spiral ascends to the sky, with boundless mana. (Guo Degang's forces are coming.)

It's my sophomore year.

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

Fan Lin has experienced such things countless times, with or without barriers.

Just as he thought, the Ministry of Magic really wouldn't be equipped with any good portkeys, after all, there were so many to use.

Fan Lin's body turned into a stream of light, and she wrapped Hermione, as if melting herself into it.

There's something sinister about it.

Fan Lin hugged Hermione from behind, his magic power stretched out, and the light blue halo was extraordinarily dazzling in the dimensional space.

However, Harry obviously didn't have the time to pay attention to Fan Lin. He was a little disgusted by the travel of the key, and he finally realized why so many wizards would rather rush over than use magic.

I have to say, it was a terrible experience, it has never been this bad.

His feet were thrown to the ground; Ron staggered to get up, but fell, and the Portkey slammed like it was overloaded, and there were indeed too many people. Ron hit the ground hard next to Harry's head.

Harry looked up, and Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, though they too seemed to be thrown about by the wind; the rest fell to the ground.

Of course, besides Fan Lin and Hermione.

It seemed that Hermione was a little embarrassed, and flew down from the sky while being held by Fan Lin.

Hermione can't fly yet, she can't keep her balance unless she wants to be held by Valin like cargo.

Hey, this is not fun at all, why can the two of them fall from the sky so beautifully, and we can only be thrown on the ground.

It was Fred who spoke. Although his words were complaints, they didn't mean any complaints. His expression gave him away.

The brothers of the Weasley family are very optimistic about Fan Lin and Hermione. They know Ron. Although they are Ron's older brothers, Hermione's words are really not something that Ron can control now, unless Fan Lin What happened to Lin.

But Fan Lin was their friend.

Naturally, Fan Lin also understood what the Weasley brothers meant. He liked this brother who was much older than him but very good at playing. It was time for Fan Lin to liberate his nature by doing some side jobs with them.

(Want to see it?

I don't! )

In Fred's words, Fan Lin's ghost ideas are much more than theirs, a memory of the future, plus a knowledge reserve comparable to Hermione's.

If Hermione was brought in...

This was destined to be just an idea. Pulling Hermione in was like asking their mother to supervise the production of Weasley joke products. This was a very dangerous thing.

If you can fly. Fan Lin retorted angrily.

Hermione gave him a hammer, and Fan Lin reluctantly put Hermione down.

It turns out that flying has such benefits. The Weasley brothers laughed, and Harry's eyes lit up. And Ron...

Baby Ron is still a little dizzy, his strength is not as strong as Ginny.

A voice said, At seven past five, from Stone Mountain...