The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Although they sat together during dinner, Mo Bai and Hermione still didn't speak. They now seemed like strangers who were worse than ordinary friends.

Everyone around was in a hurry.

What happened to them?

On the contrary, Hermione was very gentle towards Darkness and even asked Mrs. Weasley to prepare tableware for him.

Looking at the black cat occupying a position, Ron looked at Mo Bai and lowered his voice.

"Hermione treats cats better than you, what do you think?"

Mo Bai glanced at him lightly, "I don't have any opinion."

Ron felt as if Mo Bai had become a different person.

He used to be gentle and kind, and the way he looked at them was very tolerant. Although it was very wrong, it felt like the way an adult looked at a child.

And he always felt that Mo Bai's smile was a bit fake.

But now he looks a bit like his age, and he's still that cool-looking.

Could it be that after the quarrel with Hermione, he was too lazy to pretend and his true colors were revealed?

After eating, they all went upstairs and separated in front of the stairs. The girls all went to Ginny's room, and Mo Bai and Harry naturally went to Ron's room.

"Meow~"

The black cat that had been lying in Hermione's arms suddenly barked. Hermione stopped and walked straight towards the boy.

"He slept with you."

He looked straight at Mo Bai with a very rude tone.

"it is good."

Mo Bai responded simply and stretched out his hand.

The black cat jumped onto his arm and climbed onto his shoulder.

They felt uncomfortable watching the exchange between the two.

Although I always ate dog food before, now I can’t stand it when I suddenly have no food.

Hungry, hungry!

But the two of them obviously had no intention of feeding them. Their communication was more concise than going out to buy food. After speaking, they turned around and left without any nostalgia.

In the end what happened? I care so much! ! !

Back in the room, both Harry and Ron wanted to ask.

However, Mo Bai had already lied down and closed his eyes, as if refusing to communicate.

The two looked at each other.

On the other hand, Hermione was also chased by Ginny.

Hermione really had no choice, "I can only tell you, stay away from Mo Bai this semester. He is no longer the same person he was before."

The next day, everyone got up early and they were going to watch the World Cup!

Hermione guessed that portkeys were used to get to the World Cup.

But I didn't expect that they would have to walk through a dark and damp path before dawn, climb a mountain, and also have to find the door key by themselves...

She is now very fortunate to have been practicing morning training with Mo Bai for a year.

When Harry and Ron were out of breath, she still had the strength to support Ginny.

Amy didn't crawl at all. She sat on her dagger and looked at them leisurely.

Mo Bai didn't use his sword, but he didn't blush or breath and looked very relaxed.

"Here we are……"

Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and wiped them with his clothes. He was breathing heavily, "We are quite on time, there are still ten minutes left."

He put on his glasses and searched around.

"Now we just need to find the door key. It won't be very big. Let's look for it quickly..."

Hermione sighed and looked for a door key in the deserted mountains that was not very big but didn't know what it was.

"Here! Arthur!"

At this time, not far away, two men walked quickly.

"Amos!" Weasley smiled and strode towards the man, and the others followed.

He shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, whose other hand held a boot that looked moldy.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley patted Diggory on the shoulder, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. You should know him, his son, Seth Derek.”

"Good morning." Cedric smiled handsomely.

A few people exchanged pleasantries, and when they found out that there was Harry Potter in the team, Digory very vividly showed his surprised reaction when he saw Harry Potter for the first time.

But then he showed something different from others.

He began to praise his son because at last year's Quidditch match, Harry fell off his broom due to a dementor, allowing Cedric to catch the Golden Snitch.

"One falls off the broom and the other stays on it. It's obvious who is the better flyer, isn't it?"

Cedric's face was full of embarrassment, and he could only give Harry an apologetic look.

Mr. Weasley interrupted hastily, "It's almost time, we have to get going."

He looked at Harry, "All you have to do is reach for the portkey and hold out a hand."

Harry nodded honestly.

Several people gathered around, all holding on to their boots.

This scene looks a bit strange. Several people gathered in a circle and grabbed a broken boot that was so rotten that it became moldy.

"three two……"

When Mr. Weasley counted down to one, Hermione felt a hook suddenly hit her belly button, and her feet flew off the ground instantly.

She was a little dizzy.

It was obviously not the first time to use the portkey. If the previous experience was flying in an airplane, the current experience was like flying in a fighter jet, and the fighter jet was still making tactical moves.

This feeling made her panic.

She hated flying, especially flying alone.

She felt her arms empty, and Darkness jumped out of her arms.

The next second, he fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

At that moment, a feeling of peace of mind lingered in her heart, and her whole body began to relax.

This feeling made her instinctively bury her face in it.

Until she landed safely, her arms suddenly disappeared, and the black cat appeared in her arms again.

That moment was like a dream.

But only she knows what happened.

On the other side, Ron and Harry fell together with grinning teeth. When they finally got up, they found that they were standing in a misty swamp.

In front of them stood two wizards with tired faces.

"Good morning, Basil."

Mr. Weasley handed the broken boot as a portkey to another wizard, and the man threw it into the large box next to him. There were some rubbish inside. Obviously, these were once portkeys.

"Hello, Arthur."

Basil looked like he was overwhelmed by the burden of life, "You're not on duty? You're so lucky... I've been here all night, and these wizards are all separated... I'll look for your camp. where……"

He looked down at the parchment, "Weasley... Weasley, oh, you need to go forward a quarter of a mile. The first field in front is, the administrator is Mr. Roberts..."

They walked through the desolate swamp for nearly twenty minutes before gradually escaping from the thick fog and arriving at a broad plain with densely packed and strangely shaped tents erected in front of them.

They found their own clearing, close to the woods, and put a sign on it that said "Weasley."

"This couldn't be a better place. The course is over the woods and this is the closest location."

"Okay, we need to set up a tent, and we can't use magic..."

Weasley warned them, "We are now in Muggle territory and may be seen by Muggles at any time. It is best to keep a low profile. It would be good to use Muggle methods~"

Hermione smiled when she saw that there was a garden at the door of the tent next to her, and there was even a fountain inside.

Can this thing be built by hand without magic?

However, Mr. Weasley has always wanted to experience Muggle life and tools. Since he wanted to do this, the children also cooperated obediently.

They took out a bunch of parts from their backpacks, and Weasley looked at Harry, "Harry, where do you think we should start?"

Harry was confused.

He had never pitched a tent, and the Dursleys never took him with them when they went camping. He would always be sent next door to Mrs. Figg to take care of him.

Hermione sighed when she saw this, "I'll do it."

She has extensive experience in setting up tents.