[HP]Hogwarts famous beauties

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode towards the man who called him. Others followed, and Mr. Weasley shook hands with the man. "Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is It’s his son Cedric, I think you all know him, right?”

Winter finally met Cedric. Maybe she didn't take a close look at Hufflepuff last year, or maybe there were too many things in the third year. In short, she just met Cedric for the first time today.

"So handsome, so handsome, so handsome." These were the only words swirling in Winter's mind.

"Hi, hello." Cedric said, turning to look at everyone, and stayed a few seconds longer when looking at Winter. The girls all greeted him enthusiastically, and the twins found three girls. They were not so kind to Cedric. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he is still holding grudges about the last time Hufflepuff defeated Gryffindor.

Amos Diggory looked kindly at the three Weasley brothers, Ginny, Winter, Harry and Hermione, "Arthur, are these your children?"

"The one with red hair is the one." Mr. Weasley pointed out his children one by one. "This is Hermione, this is Winter, and this is Harry, they are all Ron's friends."

Amos Diggory obviously had a great interest in Harry. He looked at the scar on Harry's forehead wildly, "Of course, Ced talked about you. He told us about his match with you last year. , I said to him, Ced, you can tell this to your grandchildren when you are old, it is amazing, you defeated Harry Potter!"

Winter saw the word "embarrassed" written on Cedric's face, and snickered at Cedric. Unexpectedly, Cedric noticed him, tilting his head and smiling in his eyes. Winter frowned. Winter immediately pretended that nothing had happened.

"Okay, the time is almost up." Mr. Weasley said, "Harry, Hermione, and Winter, stretch out your hands and press them on this. Just one finger will do." The three of them obeyed and obeyed. "Three..." Mr. Weasley stared at his pocket watch with one eye and whispered, "Two...one!"

This was Winter's first experience with portkeys. Although it was better than Apparition, she still didn't like it because she fell to the ground. "Slow down." Cedric stretched out a hand to help Winter. Getting up, Winter sheepishly wiped her hair that was messed up by the wind, "Thank you."

In front of everyone should be two wizards responsible for security registration. Each one is dressed more strangely than the other. One is wearing a suit on the upper body and a pair of high boots on the lower body. The other is wearing a Scottish-style skirt and cloak.

"What kind of combination is this?" Winter thought to himself.

Everyone walked for a while, until they saw the tents behind the small stone house. A Muggle came over and asked Mr. Weasley to collect the money for the tent reservation. Mr. Weasley obviously couldn't figure it out, so he had to ask for help. Harry.

"Are you a foreigner?" Mr. Roberts asked as Mr. Weasley returned with the correct banknotes. "Foreigner?" Mr. Weasley repeated in confusion.

"There seem to be a lot of foreigners coming this year, and they don't know much about money. Just ten minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me gold coins as big as bottle caps." Mr. Roberts became more and more excited as he spoke, and a man fell from the sky behind him. The wizard used an Oblivion spell on him. The wizard's eyes were blue and he looked shaky. He felt like he could fall asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. "I have to recite the Oblivion Curse more than ten times a day, and Ludo Bagman will only be of no help." , walking around, talking loudly about Quidditch, completely ignoring Muggles, God, I really wish this would end soon and see Arthur later."

What caught Winter's eyes were countless tents. One tent was particularly eye-catching. It used a large amount of striped silk very extravagantly, almost like a small palace. There were also a few live peacocks tied at the entrance. Winter suspected that that tent was very eye-catching. Definitely the Malfoys.

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, where there was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Weasley.

A new problem came. None of the wizards knew how to set up a tent, and Winter couldn't figure it out. The last few people spent a lot of effort to figure it out. Winter got into the tent. It was an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, with a bathroom and a kitchen, but it smelled like cats. But to her satisfaction, the girls' tents were only slightly smaller than the boys' tents, and there were no cats. taste.

"I think we need some water, Harry, Hermione, and Ron. The three of you will go fetch water, and the rest of you will go collect some firewood, okay?" Mr. Weasley assigned tasks to everyone.

"Let's go collect firewood!" Winter happily took Ginny to the woods to collect firewood.

"Winter, what should I do? I see Harry and I still dare not talk to him." Ginny said to Winter while collecting firewood.

"Let's do this, Ginny, you start right away. Say ten sentences to him on the first day, thirteen on the second day, and sixteen on the third day. I think in this case, it's better to take your time."

"I'd better start with one sentence on the first day and two sentences on the second day." Ginny said distressedly.

"My prediction is very accurate. I think you two can get married and have three children." Winter said in a very sincere tone.

"Pfft...Winter, you're so kind." Ginny smiled brightly.

Hey, it’s up to you to protect your godson’s happiness!

The three Harrys on the other side saw many sights after getting water, such as an old wizard wearing women's printed pajamas and the Ministry of Magic official next to him who begged him to put on his pants.

Harry saw Qiu Zhang greeting him. She waved and smiled at Harry, and Harry waved back to her, accidentally splashing water on his chest.

"Which one do you think is more beautiful, Cho Chang or Winter?" Ron asked Harry sharply. Harry thought for a while, but before he could answer, Ron's attention was attracted by other things, but this also became Harry's The question I kept thinking about on the way back, is it Winter or Cho Chang? Winter is warm and generous, and she is definitely braver than Cho Zhang, that's for sure, after all, Winter is in Gryffindor; but Cho Chang is very good at Quidditch, and Winter is a bit incompetent in this aspect; but her aunt is a young girl. Sirius's fiancée, if he and her... wouldn't it be a close kiss... Oh, Harry came to his senses, what was he thinking!

Back to Winter, Mr. Weasley was about to light a fire, but he kept playing with matches. He seemed to think it was a very dangerous thing. Winter squatted in front of him and giggled, watching Mr. Weasley strike the match. Mr. Lay's actions were extremely interesting, so Winter deliberately pretended that he had never used them and could not be of much help.

The three Harrys came back. Winter ran over and watched Harry walk for a long time. "Sit down for a while. You guys have been gone for a long time." Harry nodded, and Winter quickly brought him a glass of water. , he took a sip and said, "Meet Seamus and Dean."

It took at least another hour for the fire to get strong, but they were not bored while waiting. Their tent was beside a main road leading to the arena, and Ministry officials greeted Mr. Weasley warmly every time they passed by.

Mr. Weasley kept making introductions, mainly for the sake of Harry Winter and Hermione. His own children were too familiar with the people in the Ministry to attract the interest of the younger Weasleys.

Finally, the fire was burning brightly, and they had just begun frying eggs and cooking sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy strode toward them from the woods. "Apparated just now, Dad." Percy said loudly, "Ah, great, there is something delicious!"

Winter handed the eggs and sausages to the boys who had just come over. When passing them to Charlie, he took the opportunity to take a good look at Charlie's strong muscles.

"Percy, I cooked this with my own eyes!" Winter said to Percy pretending to be serious.

"Okay...Okay!" After Percy said that, he started eating seriously. Fred pulled Winter to his side, "How on earth did you do it? If Percy can listen to us like this, our products will not be the same." You know how fast you need to produce it.”

Winter covered his mouth with his hands to prevent others from hearing their conversation, "This is not easy. You just need to be serious and talk nonsense. You must be serious."

They were eating eggs and sausages happily, and just halfway through the meal Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, smiled and waved to a man who strode over. "Ludo!"

"Let me introduce you to you," Mr. Weasley continued, "This is Ludo Bagman. It is thanks to him that we got such a good ticket." Bagman smiled with a smile on his face and waved. He waved his hand as if to say it was nothing. "Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?" he asked eagerly, making the pocket of his yellow and black robe jingle. It seemed that there were a lot of gold coins in it.

The Weasley twins immediately became interested and gave Bagman all the coins they had saved. "You two, please save some..." Winter tried to dissuade these two impulsive young men. They didn't know yet that what they were about to face was a loss of both human and financial resources.

"Beautiful lady, don't spoil the fun!" Ludo Bagman quickly took out his quill and wrote down the names of the twins. Arthur and Winter looked helpless beside them.

"Can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch. I can't understand a word the Bulgarian guy says, Barty will take care of that. He speaks about a hundred and fifty languages "Yeah." Ludo Bagman said to Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Crouch?" said Percy, who had just been frozen because of Bagman's dissatisfaction, and now he was suddenly restless with excitement. "He can speak two hundred languages! Mermaid's, turkey's, and Troll…”

"Anyone can speak the language of trolls," Fred said disapprovingly. "All you have to do is point at it and make a purring sound."

"How do you speak the language of turkey?" Winter asked curiously.

"That's not easy, just keep clucking." George added.

Percy was very angry and flicked the bonfire vigorously.

Old Barty soon appeared, dressed in a spotless suit, tie, and polished shoes. He could pass for a bank manager. "Mr. Crouch!" Percy was breathless with excitement. He leaned forward and bowed, which made him look like a hunchback. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," said Mr. Crouch, eyeing Percy with mild surprise, "well, thank you, Wetherby."

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Winter. "Miss Misson? You? You didn't...?"

"Mr. Crouch, you have mistaken the person. You should be talking about my aunt."

"Oh... I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Many people must have said that you look a lot like her."

Then he turned around and started talking to Mr. Weasley, but his eyes couldn't stop glancing at Winter.

"Ludo, we need to go see those Bulgarians." Mr. Crouch said sternly, interrupting Bagman. "Thank you for the tea, Weatherby. Goodbye, Miss Misson."

"Goodbye... Mr. Crouch." Winter did not expect that he would greet her. Percy moved closer to Winter, "How do you and Mr. Crouch know each other?!"

"I said I don't know him, he knows my aunt." Winter muttered softly.

"He's just jealous that Mr. Crouch pronounced your name correctly, isn't he, Wetherby?" said Fred in a mocking tone.