Hogwarts: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Hermione at the back end

It's not like he hasn't been recognized.

It's just that Cedric's father's expression was too exaggerated, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Said mentioned you.

Because you, Slytherin, have won the House Cup three years in a row.

It's amazing!"

Cedric looked a little embarrassed.

Harry frowned.

He was used to people staring at him curiously, then looking at the scar on his head.

Although it makes him feel uncomfortable at times, it is always better than the feeling of being ignored.

"I just worked harder. "

"Of course, of course.

The more successful a person is, the more humble he becomes.

The same goes for my son, Said. "

As he spoke, he patted Cedric on the back.

"I think you should talk to each other more.

I think good young people like you are more able to be friends.

To be honest, sometimes I can't figure out why Sedin went back to Hufflepuff, and I honestly want him to go to Ravenclaw because that's my alma mater.

Of course Slytherin is not bad......"

Listening to Amos's praise, Braun didn't know how to answer.

can only show an embarrassed but polite smile.

Weasley could see Braun's embarrassment.

So he changed the subject:

"It's almost time.

Amos: How long do we have to wait?

"240" When will the others come?"

Amos, who was chattering, looked a little regretful when he heard Arthur Weasley's words:

"Really?

Is the time almost up?"

He took out his pocket watch and looked at it:

"But don't wait.

The others are no longer coming back.

Lovegood's family had already gone a week ago because they were going to do the interview.

The Fawcetts were unlucky, they didn't get tickets.

There should be no one else around the four of us. "

Mr. Weasley nodded:

"That's good.

One minute to go......

It's time for us to get in place!"

Then he turned to look at Harry:

"It's simple, Harry, you just have to put your finger on it.

Touching this portkey is no problem. "

Harry nodded nervously, looking excited and curious.

The crowd gathered tightly together in a circle.

The cold wind blew and everyone couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing this large group of people standing here expressionlessly, I couldn't help but make the corners of Braun's mouth hook.

If any hapless Muggle were to pass by at this time, they would be scared enough.

Of course.

If you replace the worn-out boot that everyone is holding in the middle with a bloody skeleton or a quaint scripture.

Maybe the atmosphere could be a little more terrifying.

Instead of being as weird and absurd as it is now.

"Three ......"

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch with one eye, and with the other he glanced quickly to see if his child had touched the portkey.

"II...... One!"

As the last number was counted, Braun felt a weight on his back.

It was like a hook was hooked in his back.

This feeling is too familiar to him, and gradually from the initial discomfort and shock to the current habit.

He could feel Fred and George on either side of him and his shoulders colliding against each other.

I could also feel Ginny in my arms writhing in discomfort.

But he couldn't see what was around him, and he only felt a blur in front of him.

This feeling is very different from the feeling of Floo powder.

With a heavy foot.

Braun knew he was in the place.

Braun's extraordinary physique made Braun stand on the ground with only a slight shake of his body.

Even Ginny in his arms was grabbed by him and did not fall.

But others were not so lucky.

Aside from Weasley and Mr. Diggry, only Cedric was still standing.

One by one, the others staggered to the ground.

It looks very embarrassing.

"Five 07 - Weasel Mountain.

Arrived three minutes early and was on time. "

Only a tired voice was heard in front of Braun.

Braun looked up.

They were two sorcerers with gloomy faces and scruffy beards.

One of them held a pocket watch in his hand, as if he was looking at the time.

The other was holding a thick stack of parchment. The quill in his hand kept recording for a moment.

Although they have deliberately dressed up as Muggles.

But through the miserable outfits of the two of them and the slightly weird things in their hands.

Braun was still able to know with certainty that the people in front of him were two wizards.

There's no way, anyone who sees a man wearing a flower striped suit on his upper body and a short skirt with a very Su Ge style on his lower body will not think that this is a normal person.

"Good morning, both!

Basil, you look tired!"

Mr. Weasley said hello as he picked up the old boot that had landed next to Ron's head and handed it to the man in the short skirt.

"Yes, Arthur!"

Basil yawned, took the old boot, and threw it into a large box at hand without paying a sigh of relief.

Braun looked over.

I saw all kinds of strange things inside.

A broken shower, a watering kettle, an empty can, and a broken soccer ball.

If Braun guessed correctly, they were all used portkeys, just like the old boots.

"You're in luck. "

Balz said enviously.

"We've been here all night.

You also know that there has been a lot going on at the Ministry of Magic lately.

There are simply not enough people.

Ha......

You'd better let a lot of people come during this time.

It's not a good idea to stay here, let me see......

Weasley ......"

Balz said as he flipped through the parchment in his hand.

With a whooshing sound, the name of the Weasley family was found almost halfway through.

"Straight ahead, almost a third of a mile away.

The first site is that the manager is called ...... Mr. Roberts. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Digry, you're looking for Mr. Payne in the second field. "

Balz said, looking at the parchment in his hand.

"Thank you Balz!

Then we'll go over and see you later!"

Mr. Weasley greeted the strangely dressed wizard. []

So he led the people out of the swamp.

Because it was still early and the air in the swamp was humid.

Under the shroud of fog, everyone could not see anything at all.

The only thing that luckily is that you can use the Glowing Charm, which makes the road a lot easier.

I walked for about 20 minutes.

The fog in front of them gradually thinned out.

A stone hut appeared in front of him.

At the back of the house, thousands of tents of various strange shapes are set up there.

"Then see Arthur later!"

"I'll see you later!"

After saying goodbye to the Digri sons, Braun and the others walked towards the stone hut.

In the corner of the stone house, an oil lamp glowing with a warm yellow glow hangs in the corner.

Under the oil lamp, there was a man sitting there looking at the tents, looking a little hesitant and confused.

"Braun, did you say this man is a wizard?"

Ginny whispered into Braun's ear and asked0 .

It made Braun's ears itch a little.

"No, that man looked like a Muggle.

Well......

Perhaps the only Muggle in the surrounding area. "

Braun replied quietly.

Just the man's somewhat dull eyes and the residual magical aura.

Braun would have known that this was the reason for the many Oblivion Charms.

This Muggle is in ruins, and with so much Oblivion Charm being applied, the brain will definitely be damaged.

Later on, memory will also become very dull.

But it's normal to think about it.

Wizards didn't think much of Muggles in the first place, let alone now that the power of wizards has skyrocketed again?

"What are you here for?"

The Muggle turned his head in confusion.

"Hello!

Is that Mr. Roberts?"

Mr. Weasley asked energetically.

This only made the Muggle named Roberts even more confused.

"Who are you?"

"We're here for a tent!

My name is Weasley, we booked a tent here two days ago. "

"Oh!"

Mr. Roberts gave a blank look.

"That's it!

Let me see!"

Roberts stood up and leaned over the door to look at the form.

Perhaps it was because his eyes were not very good, and he leaned over to look at it for a long time before he discovered Weasley's name.

"In the clearing over there in the woods!

Is it just an evening?"

Weasley replied:

"Yes. "

This left Mr. Roberts with a lack of interest.

"Then pay now. I'll take you there. "

As he spoke, Mr. Roberts walked towards the front.

"Harry!

Help me. "

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley escaped a roll of Muggle money from his pocket.

"How much is this? Ten dollars?

Harry prompted:

"Five!"

"That's right."

Mr. Weasley nodded hurriedly.

Looking at Mr. Weasley's performance, Braun only felt that the situation was coming to an end.

Sure enough, the Muggle turned around with some suspicion.

"You're foreigners?"

Although the tone was suspicious, the look in his eyes was affirmative.

"It's not just you!

There were two people just now, and they couldn't figure it out, so they asked 4.9 to give me two gold coins!"

"Really?"

Mr. Weasley asked rhetorically.

He looked a little uneasy.

Everyone also looked a little cramped.

"Of course! It's not just you!"

He said as he looked into the thick mist.

"I've been here for so many years, and I've never seen so many people come here to book tents like I do today.

It's like it's some kind of hot spot!"

"Is that so wrong?"

Ron asked, panicked.

His eyes twitched around, as if looking for some help.

"Of course not

There are people everywhere!

Foreigner!Weirdo!Guy who is neither male nor female......

There was also a man in a suit on the top and a kilt on the bottom. "

"Isn't that right?"

Mr. Weasley was sweating in a hurry.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and his hands were clenched tightly.

Braun had already seen the faint glimmer of his wand in Mr. Weasley's hand.

"It's like...... Well, they seem to be a party? And most of them seem to know each other!

I feel like a bunch of wizards from the last century...... They ......"

Braun had sensed Mr. Weasley's panic.

The wand in his hand was ready to go.

At this time.