[HP] I have a date with Snake House

Agree that I will be the Quidditch captain during Hogwarts instead of focusing on making friends like everyone else, on the condition that I will take over the family immediately after graduation. "

"Not everyone can follow their own temper like those stupid lions." Lanster was sure that he could hear Flint's gnashing of teeth in the last sentence.

Lancet, who had bid farewell to Flint and returned, saw the savior boy with a water-stained chest at a glance. "Who can tell me what's wrong?" Lancet asked, staring at the half-bucket of water in Harry's arms, "Why did you pour water on yourself when I didn't see you for a while?"

Harry's unusually red face became even more vivid.

"Cough," Hermione beside them seemed to be holding back a smile desperately, her narrow eyes never leaving Harry's face, "You know, Qiu Zhang really came over just now..."

The author has something to say: I found out that I really don’t know how to name chapters _(:зゝ∠)_, every time I coded a chapter and posted it to the manuscript, the time to name it was the most painful moment for me orz

Noah Youya threw a mine

Tanmei Wolf threw a mine

The head of the deer threw a mine

Noah Youya threw a mine

Noah Youya threw a mine

Qian Mo Tong threw a mine

The head of the deer threw a mine

The head of the deer threw a mine

Thank you for your thunder, my love, you are cute (づ￣3￣)づ

☆, admission

10. Admission

"Definitely." After watching Harry in distress for a while, Lanster held back the word.

"Don't...skip this!" The green-eyed boy closed his eyes and shouted, "Let's go back quickly, or they will have to wait for water." The clumsy topic changed, but fortunately the other three people didn't want to embarrass him too much , after which they skipped the subject of the Ravenclaw girl and went back to Quidditch.

After returning to the tent, they were delighted to find that the breakfast was much better than the previous two days. Mr. Weasley was able to use matches instead of flames. They shared some burnt eggs and fried eggs. Sausage, then, saw a middle-aged man returning with the twins.

"Aha, important people, children." Mr. Weasley jumped up suddenly, smiling and waving to a man striding forward. "Ludo Bagman."

All their eyes were attracted by this man, because he was really eye-catching, from his clothes to his appearance.

The same is true of his words and deeds. Lance deeply suspected that the so-called patrols to prevent wizards from revealing their identities in front of Muggles were just for him.Because he didn't seem to shy away from being different from Muggles, for example, at this moment, he was holding a rather suspicious bottle cap-sized Galleon.

"Hey Arthur, would you like to take a gamble? Just now they," he said, wrapping his arms around the twin brother, "have bet 42 Galleons on me for the Irish team Will win, but Bulgaria will catch the Snitch, isn't that a common outcome is it? I'm giving them good odds."

The Weasleys present all gasped. To be honest, the entire Weasley family's property didn't even have 10 Galleons!Mr. Weasley had to clear his throat to calm himself down, "Honestly, sons, I don't think you are old enough to gamble..."

"I'll bet 30 Galleons." Lanster said suddenly, "It's the same as George and the others."

"Excellent," Bagman replied beamingly, and wrote his name down in his little notebook. "How is it? Anyone else want to raise?"

"Then, for a Galleon, I'll bet on the Irish team to win." Finally, Mr. Weasley said compromisingly.Bagman seemed far from dissatisfied with this amount, but fortunately, a person who came at this time led the topic to another direction - Barty Crouch.

His presence made none of the children very happy, except Percy.Led by the twins, they chose to have their final free day in the afternoon.

"You made a bet too?" In the middle ground between the Irish and Bulgarian camps, Lancet looked at the noble and glamorous platinum prince in disbelief. "I can't imagine, gambling..."

"It's an appropriate investment—" Draco pulled his voice to stop him from continuing, "What's wrong with that? Wait," the platinum-blond head turned around abruptly, "What's 'also'?"

"Literally." Lanster replied honestly, "You can't expect you to be the only one investing."

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Second, you really impress me. Who gave you this confidence, huh?"

"Why don't you ask who I bet on to win?" The boy looked innocently into the other's eyes and said, "Maybe we have the same idea."

"I refuse to be in an opinion with you."

"Then you can go ahead and bet on the victory of Bulgaria and the capture of the Snitch by the Irish team." The despised boy said angrily, "I guarantee that the middleman will promise you higher odds."

"..."

"Speak, what's the matter?" The boy punched the suddenly silent person beside him.

"Good vision, Mr. Lanster." Draco condescendingly gave him a smirk, "At least you can follow my thoughts this time."

"Can you stop putting gold on your face?" The boy rolled his eyes and said, "Is there any way I can't be better than you?"

What answered him was the new Prince Slater's unhesitating sneer, matching the slippery voice of the other party, "Of course, if you can list anything..."

"Oh," the boy moaned under his breath, "you're such a nuisance!"

……

The afternoon passed quickly, and as the evening fell, the entire camp seemed to be immersed in an indescribable excitement. People armed their chests and hands with the support items of their favorite teams, and enthusiastically Walk around outside.Soon, Lance and the others joined them—they had to line up for a while to enter.

The road outside is not easy to walk, almost every few steps, there will be a peddler holding a sign and pushing a cart. At a peddler selling panoramic binoculars, Blake bought a binoculars for each of the children present , Ron blushed with excitement.

"Thank you, Mr. Black." Lancet also accepted the telescope happily. Most of his money had been handed over to Bagman at noon, and the money left in his hand was far from enough to pay for the telescope.

"No..." But it seemed that Black was more uncomfortable than him, "You know, Ellie-senpai..." The voice behind was too low for Lancet to hear clearly, but this did not prevent him from giving another The man smiled. In this way, the thanksgiving ended in a good atmosphere.

By the time everyone had entered the arena, it was already completely dark. Unlike the previous two days, the screaming in the arena almost overwhelmed the voice of the commentator. By the way, this year's final The narrator is none other than Ludo Bagman.

"He's an ex-Great Quidditch player," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, "and is now the Minister for Sports at the Ministry of Magic."

'If he'd been less flippant, maybe he'd have fared better at the Ministry. 'Of course, this sentence Lancet chose to complain silently in his heart.

This arena, which is said to be able to accommodate 10 people, finally played its role tonight. One hundred thousand wizards were seated one after another, and the seats were arranged upwards around the oval stadium in a stepped shape.The lights on the arena finally chose to be fully lit tonight, and the entire arena was filled with bright gold.

Lancet re-examined the interior of the arena with novelty while listening to the conversation between Harry and a house-elf.The savior boy seems to be able to get along with these little guys by nature. At this point, at least Lancet can't. idea.

He turned his head again, and then saw Young Master Platinum who turned his head slightly to this side. Even though his movement was very inconspicuous, Lancet was sure that the other party was indeed looking at him at this time.Then, under his gaze, Young Master Platinum picked up something and knocked on it.

☆、Quidditch final

11. Quidditch final

When he realized what the other party had knocked on, Lancet felt his face turn red for no reason.He looked left and right, and found that Harry was already engaged in chatting with Ron, while Hermione on the other side was seriously studying the game manual.

call!No one pays attention to themselves.The boy breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stuffed something in his pocket into his sleeve. It was a double-sided mirror.

"What are you doing?" He whispered into his sleeve, regardless of whether the other party could hear him clearly.Then quickly put the sleeves next to his ears.

"Why are you turning your head like an endless looking glass?" The caustic remark was especially harsh even amidst the screams.What makes Lanster even more incredible is that the other party tried so hard to use the double-sided mirror with him, really just to say such a mean word, because after that, Lanster clearly felt the double-sided mirror in his sleeve. The magic wave of the mirror disappeared.

"No one knows that the new Prince Slater is such a boring and mean bastard, I promise..." Lancet slammed the double-sided mirror in his sleeve back into his pocket, "They are all caught by that The face deceives"

"There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game." Hermione's voice came from beside her, but someone interrupted her louder.Generally speaking, being with the savior boys means that you will have no peace for a lot of time, such as now, their box is occupied by a group of wizards who speak a language they don't understand and they can't be kicked out, Because they were guests brought by the Minister of Magic.

"I'm sure." When a group of people finally left the box, Harry said bluntly, "They didn't take their eyes off my scar for a moment when they were talking to me."

"It's inevitable." Lancet mocked lightly, "Besides looking at your scars, do you expect them to do anything that is conducive to the communication between the two parties?" If Lancet can pay attention, he will find: his meanness Sometimes not inferior to his chief gentleman.

About half an hour later, the 422nd Quidditch World Cup finally announced its start, and Hermione, who was looking forward to it just now, accurately aligned the telescope in the direction of the mascot's entrance.

"Okay, let's stop talking, please allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!" With Ludo Bagman's introduction, the gate on one side of the arena was opened, and a team of beautiful women who could light up the entire arena walked out. Into the arena.Very obvious features, like a bright and soft skin like the moon; very charming hair that flies even without wind; and just looking at it, I feel that there is nothing comparable to it.

"Vela, hair is an advanced potion material." Lancet looked at the group of magical animals in the arena with great interest, "In this way, the arena will be a paradise for potion materials."

Perhaps the presence of the Potions Master would agree with his rare speech, but most people in the venue have no time to pay attention to his words, because just now, the veela began to dance along with it.

The atmosphere on the arena became uncontrollable, especially the many men, who stared at the center of the arena without moving their eyes, turning back and forth following Veela's movements.

"If there is a camera now, I will die..." The boy was also quickly attracted by this magical creature. Although Lancet was able to maintain his sanity at the beginning because of the ingredients of the potion, when the rhythm of the music became more and more When it got stronger, just like Harry and Ron next to him, the boy stood up eagerly.

"What do you want to do? Huh?" What stopped him was the voice that appeared in the double-sided mirror just now. The boy was caught by an arm and frowned dissatisfiedly, but immediately, the Veela in front of him They also pulled back his shiny hair to his sanity.

"What's wrong with me?" Confused, he looked at the face in front of him, with a mocking expression on it that could make the savior boy outraged. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

After saying this sentence, the other party's face could already see the obvious anger.Drake quickly pushed Lancet back on the seat, "I can't put you in Weasley's nest at ease for a moment." He pushed him back on the seat and said angrily, "Because who Not sure you're going to lose your life here for some ridiculous reason. Like those two idiots over there."

Lancet looked in the direction where Draco curled his lips, and there was no doubt that the two idiots he was talking about were Harry and Ron.At this point they are trying to do something amazing on the edge of the fence that is at least 100 yards high, such as trying to turn over from here, or come up with a beautiful diving move.

Thankfully, before they could do all this, the music stopped, the veela floated out of the gate where they came from, and the stadium was covered by people's dissatisfied cries.In the chaos, the two of Harry blushed and slid back to their seats, and before they could glance this way, Slytherin had quietly returned to where he should be.

"I almost threw down this Irish hat," Ron said in embarrassment, "these girls are weird..."

"Let me tell you, Ron," Hermione on the side brushed her hair impatiently, "There will never be anyone weirder than you, even if it's Veela, I haven't seen any boy so ridiculous To the point of jumping from here."

Merlin, why did I hear a smell of vinegar in this sentence?

Harry on the other side is also having a hard time, because his behavior just now may only be a little better than Ron's diving. The green-eyed boy glanced at the surrounding crowd anxiously, and found that there was no black-haired Chinese girl here. Then, he let out a little breath.

"Now," Ludo Bagman's voice rang like a bell, "raise your wand in the air...welcome the Mascot of the Irish national team!"

If the mascot performance just now made people slowly lose their minds, the mascot of the Irish team immediately drove the field into a frenzy. , the crowd has completely fallen into the wonderful experience of snapping up Galleons.

"Even knowing it's fake," Sirius was busy turning a teacup into a huge tray, and using them to catch more gold coins, "but the taste is really wonderful."

"No one doesn't like this." Lanster happily wiped a gold gallon that fell into his arms, "It's okay, I still have two hours to appreciate them. This is enough for me Behavior now wins back the fare."

The author has something to say: By the way, there have been very few comments recently, did you secretly go to the New Year behind my back? /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ come and play meow

☆, get lost

12. Get lost

In any case, with the appearance of the mascot, the atmosphere on the scene was raised again. Under such circumstances, the teams from both sides of the competition entered the arena.No matter which player enters the arena, there will be a burst of cheers at the scene, but other than that, there are no other procedures that take up the game time. After all the players have entered the arena, there is not even a long handshake before the game. The game begins immediately.

In the box where Lance was located, most of the children were in the Quidditch team of the hospital, so they hardly needed other people's commentary during the game, not to mention, the twins' characteristic exclamation was enough for them Learned how to use it on the field.

"It's an eagle attack... oh!" George shouted from his seat.

"Troy scored! Ireland lead!" Fred continued.

Then the two hugged each other excitedly, between the 42 Galleon bets, probably no one in the room was more eager than the two of them to hope that the Irish team would get off to a smooth start.

After that, Ireland scored two more goals in a row, too fast for the Bulgarian supporters to sigh, but before they went on to score a fourth goal, Bulgaria scored a goal.

The clover on the field immediately went up and down excitedly, at this moment, the Bulgarian team's Seeker, Victor Krum, rushed to the ground at an astonishing speed, "He found the Snitch? "Langster hurriedly took the binoculars and searched carefully on the grass in the direction of his descent, but there was nothing, and Krum and Lin Qi who followed him were already very close to the ground, which was not a good height for braking.

"Merlin. How could he do this?" With Hermione's unbearable cry, Krum flew up and flew back into the air a second before hitting the ground, but Lin Qi who was following him did not. The ending - he hit the ground straight.The collision was so severe that Lin Qi immediately lost the ability to continue playing on the court. Of course, this was also Klum's intention.

"Lonski feint-a seeker used to contain danger." Lanster saw such a commentary from his binoculars. Before that, he had not been exposed to this term because such a technique was too Dangerous, and not necessarily effective. "But at least in this case it's a useful technique. Despicable enough."

Thanks to the success of Krum's feint strategy, the morale of the Bulgarian team improved, but this was only temporary, because since then, the Bulgarian team has not been able to throw a ball into the opponent's basket.

"130:10!" When the game lasted for nearly two hours, the voices of the twins were trembling with excitement, "Just score three more goals, and then Krum will catch the Snitch."

That is indeed the best answer.Lancet was looking forward to this as much as they did, and even Prince Slytherin, who was always at odds with the Weasleys in the box, was delighted with the results they described.

There was an episode in the middle. At 2 hours and 15 minutes, the mascot of the Irish team and the mascot of the Bulgarian team fought. If you want Lanster to say, the appearance of Veela after transformation is not very good, especially the killing The powerful flames will wake up the people who were immersed in their charm before.

"He's seen the Snitch!" Harry suddenly yelled when the game reached the third hour. "He's seen it! Look at him!"

The spectators in the seats stood up unanimously. Even though they hadn't found the exact positions of the two Seekers, the atmosphere around them was so intense that they couldn't sit comfortably in their seats.

"It's Lynch, he's here first!" shrieked Ron, but soon his voice seemed to be choking. "He fell, oh...oh! It's Krum! Krum caught Golden Snitch!"

Everyone was in a frozen state, only the scoreboard adjusted the score to the current state very quickly, 160:170, Ireland won.The auditorium and even the commentary seats were silent, and then, as if slowly thawing, with Bagman's shout (the Irish team won!), everyone recovered the reaction they should have.

The boxes of the Weasleys, who all favored the Irish team, were also lively for a while. During the ups and downs, Lanster's hand was suddenly raised by the twin brothers, "We won too!" George said with a smile on his face, "We won!" bet!"

That's right, Lancet patted his pockets, feeling that they would soon be filled with Galleons.

Bagman was a little distracted when he gave them gold coins. "This game will be talked about for years. I bet my life," he said as he took out his gold galleon. "People will be obsessed with this game. One side will win The game ended, and the other side caught the Snitch, perfect answer, isn't it?"

"That's right." Fred put the gold coins into his pocket with a smile, "But it's time for us to go. It looks like the awards are about to start."

"Yes, awards!" Bagman said in a daze, "I have to hurry to host the awards. I wish you a good night boys, then, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Mr. Bagman."

……

At the end of the field, Lancet walked behind the Weasley boys. The field was too crowded, whether it was on the ground or in the mid-air where the leprechauns occupied the space.It was a good thing that the Weasleys' tent was located relatively close to where the Irish fans gathered, because the crowd around them was at least joyful, while the Bulgarian side was different, even though it was so far apart. Far away, Lancet could also hear cursing and unfriendly shouts from the opposite direction.

He tried his best to follow Percy who was walking at the end. It was not easy. Percy, who was not tall and dressed in black, was really not a good reference. The boy pushed the person in front of him and moved towards him. Even so, after ten paces, he lost sight of Percy.

To make matters worse, even after 13 years, Mr Langsternot's condition has not improved.

"There is no doubt that I should have a phone in my hand at this time," Lanster said, putting his hand in his pocket mockingly, "given that I don't even have the sense of direction to find Oro at this time."

"Oh wait," the boy muttered in relief suddenly, "I still have a second choice!" The slender and beautiful hand pulled something out of the pocket containing Jin Gallon with difficulty. , "I can also find a guy who can be reached at any time but will never get lost."

And that guy is undoubtedly our Prince Highness.

The author has something to say: The transition is finally over, and the next one is getting tired of Xiaolong

☆、Ask 'Dragon Niang' if you have any questions

13. Ask 'Dragon Lady' if you have any questions

Holding the double-sided mirror and walking to a quieter place, Lancet stretched out his fingers and dug the smooth mirror surface. Now he only hoped that Draco had reached a place where he could feel the fluctuation of the double-sided mirror.

Generally speaking, when our little piano prince needs help, Lord Draco never disappoints him, and it is no different this time.

A delicate and handsome face soon appeared in the mirror. He looked at the picture on Lancet's side for a while, and then showed a 'really so' expression, "Let me guess, my dear, Lanster." The other party said mockingly, "Get lost."

Not even a question, and he guessed right.

"I can't find anyone else." The boy looked down pitifully, "Except for you..."

These words seemed to have successfully extinguished Draco's anger, and the aggressive Platinum Young Master immediately resumed his manners, "Find a spacious place."

"What?" It was almost an unreasonable request, "If there is any room around me, will I lose track of the person in front of me?"

"At least one person can be vacant next to you." Draco said impatiently, "If you don't want someone beside you to be crushed by someone else falling from the sky."

"What you said was really violent."

"Trust me." The man on the other side of the mirror gave him an annoying smirk, "I do it more violently."

In order not to meet the 'more violent' His Majesty Malfoy, Lanster had no choice but to use his poor height to find a slightly spacious place. "Okay." He gasped and said to the mirror.

In the next second, a huge wave of magic came from the mirror in his hand, and then, under the eyes of everyone, a neat and gorgeous Draco who was ready to attend a ball at any time appeared in the crowded crowd.

"Damn it." As soon as he came out, His Royal Highness was pushed by the crowd from behind, and then his neat hair was instantly shaken in the struggle, "Who do you think it's because of? I don't know you The best way to be grateful is to laugh at the person who came to your rescue."

"Sorry." Lanster desperately kept the corners of his mouth in a serious arc, "As you can see, I can't go back."

"This is the best way, I allow you to come to my tent to spend the night." Draco said loftily.

"Are you joking?"

"Of course not." The Platinum Prince raised his eyebrows unhappily, "Besides mocking your stupidity, when have I ever joked with you?"

Aha, we met again, the ability to make yourself extremely annoying with just one sentence, of course, the most annoying thing for a boy is that he obviously wants to put the other party back into the double-sided mirror right now but completely because of his own reasons. No way.In the end, he could only pretend that he didn't hear Draco's words and continue the conversation, "If I go to your place, what should I tell Ron and the others?"

"I thought you knew there was another creature called an owl in this world."

"Of course I know," Lanster said dryly, "but not here."

"But a Malfoy does." It was a ostentatious tone that could add a degree to people's disgust.

"Yeah, there's even a fountain and a white peacock in front of your tent!"

"Indeed." Without paying attention to Lanster's tone, Draco gave a detailed introduction to the fountain in his home, "The bottom of the fountain is specially engraved with the members of the Malfoy family. paved, and if you come I can show you mine."

"No need at all." The boy quickly declined. "I just want to get back to the Weasleys' overcrowded tent right now, what's your opinion on that?"

The face of the person who was sought for advice darkened, "Follow me." Lancet's wrist was suddenly grasped by a hand with sharp knuckles, which was cooler and smoother than ordinary people's hands. Draco's hand leading the way.

It's different from Professor Snape's way of crossing the crowd like Moses splitting the sea, but the effect is similar. Under Draco's lead, the boy shuttles through the crowd at a completely different speed when he walks by himself.

"How do you remember the route?" Lancet looked enviously at the back of Platinum Prince's shining head, "I've never been able to."

"So you can only look for me," His Royal Highness's calm voice came from the front. "A Malfoy never loses his way."

"But," the boy touched his nose with his other hand, "are you not on my way now?"

Then the talkative Lancet was thrown in front of his family's tent, "Okay, the last part of your journey," Draco snorted, "I don't need to send you any more."

If possible, Lanster would also like to remind Draco to pay attention to safety. After all, Malfoy's tent is relatively close to the gathering place of Bulgarian supporters. Finally, Lancet felt that he should be more worried about those people.

While he was still looking at the direction Draco was leaving, Ron's surprised voice suddenly sounded, "Praise Merlin, Lanster! We have been looking for you for a long time!" The slender hand grabbed Lanster's general He dragged himself into the tent, which felt completely different than before, although Ron's hands were warm enough.

"We went back to the tent and found that you were missing. You must know that you are a road idiot. We were all in a hurry. You know, there are so many people in the venue, it is not easy to find you..."

Although it is warm enough, Draco's hand, which is cooler than ordinary people, makes him feel safer, just like the countless night walks in Hogwarts, as long as he follows Draco, he will never use it. Worried about things other than annoying His Royal Highness.

"...Lanster?" Ron shook his hand anxiously in front of the boy's eyes, "Are you okay?"

Not only Ron, but other people have already gathered in the tent. At this moment, they are surrounding the boy with expressions of concern, "You look a bit out of your mind..."

Hermione is always at the forefront of getting closer to the truth, "Did something happen when you came back? Did you find your way back alone?"

"Cough," Lancet suddenly felt that the tent was a little too hot, "Well, the place where I got lost was not far from the tent, and I happened to see this place after walking along the crowd for a while, and then I squeezed over."

Sounds reasonable, if it wasn't for Ron, "But when I saw you you were looking in the direction of the crowd with your back to the tent!"

"..."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little fairy for giving me the inspiration of "Dragon Lady" 2333333, I really think Xiaolong is Lance's Baidu!

I'm late for today's update, bow and apologize meow, I've been busy a few days before the internship, but I promise it will be normal the day after tomorrow, because we will have a holiday after tomorrow hahahaha O(∩_∩)O~~

Next is the beautiful Chinese New Year, and I am here to flock to you little goblins who are still chasing Wenwen during the Chinese New Year, I love you~~

☆, turmoil

14. Turmoil

If possible, Lancet would very much like to stuff his little cousin into the bucket outside the tent, just for his exquisite demolition.

"That's because the order on the other side of the camp is too chaotic." Lanster said without changing his face, "I'm a little worried about what they will do when they are emotionally unstable." In fact, they will definitely do something, Basically, it's really not uncommon for fans of one side to mob and riot after one side loses.But of course, this is not within the scope of Lancet's worries, but fortunately, this reason can temporarily divert other people's attention elsewhere.

"Will they really?" Hermione and Ginny, as the only two girls here, were immediately worried about Lancet's words, "On our way back, I was pushed by a supporter of the Bulgarian team... "

Thanks to Ginny, thanks to her, everyone turned their attention to her.

"Judging from the past situation, the supporters of the losing side will indeed make some disturbances," Mr. Weasley pushed his glasses, "so children, what you have to do now is to go to bed quickly, Tomorrow morning, we will leave here as soon as possible."

Everyone nodded, but no one moved their feet—the game just now was really exciting, and the children were eager to discuss what was just now with others and express their opinions.Not only them, but after 5 minutes, even Mr. Weasley got carried away and started a heated argument with Charlie on the issue of charging fouls.

The discussion ended with Ginny spilling hot chocolate on the table, and Mr. Weasley realized that this is not the time to discuss the game, so he forced himself to stop from arguing with his son, Then all the children were blasted upstairs.

At first Lanster was very unsatisfied, and he still had a lot of ideas he wanted to communicate with Harry - here the two of them have a lot of common concerns as Seekers.But that reluctance vanished as soon as his head hit the pillow.But what the hell, Merlin, is there anything more satisfying than getting back into bed after a day of excitement?

……

Lancet fell asleep quite quickly, but it seemed that only after a while, a loud noise woke him up from his sleep. Unlike the continuous noise coming from the other direction of the camp, this loud noise was heard It was very close to him, and after his senses became clearer for a while, he immediately recognized that the loud noise should be the door of his room being knocked open from the outside.

Then, Mr. Weasley's roar