Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

On the day of the competition.

Harry felt that he had just laid down and had not slept for a while when he was woken up by Mrs. Weasley.

"It's time to go, Harry, finish breakfast and leave."

Harry put on his glasses in a daze, walked out of Ron's bedroom, and staggered downstairs to wash up.

Not only him, but also the twins and Ginny who were woken up by Mrs. Weasley, all looked like they had not slept enough. Even when brushing their teeth, Fred secretly slept for a while.

The sky outside was still dark. Harry opened the window and a cool breeze blew in, which made him instantly sober.

"What time is it now?" he couldn't help asking.

"Three thirty." Fred also complained: "Do we have to go so early? Where are Bill and the others?"

"Don't they know how to Apparate? So they can sleep a little longer." Mrs. Weasley said while putting breakfast in front of everyone~~.

"Damn it." George muttered, "Why can't we Apparate, just because of this--damn age?"

"Yes, just because of this damn age." Mrs. Weasley put another piece of bread on his plate, "Dear, eat more, it's still early before noon."

George responded weakly, but Harry noticed the blind spot.

"Wayne's magic yesterday was Apparate?"

"Yes." Ron numbly stuffed the whole egg into his mouth and said vaguely.

"Then why doesn't Wayne have to take the exam?"

Sirius, who was checking the tickets with Mr. Weasley, stopped.

"Harry, you have to know one thing, people are different."

"You can't look at Wayne with the eyes of your peers. He should be the freest person in the magic world."

Sirius repacked the tickets and put them in his pocket. "You should know the consequences of casting spells outside the school, right?"

Harry nodded with lingering fear. During the summer vacation of the first grade, Dobby just made things in the room float, and the letter from the Ministry of Magic arrived immediately.

The reason why Fudge didn't hold him accountable last year was because Sirius was in a delicate stage of escaping from prison at that time.

"But Wayne won't. No one will care about him." Mr. Weasley added: "He has many friends in the Ministry of Magic, and he seems to have a special status in your Muggle society."

"Fudge must be crazy to think of putting him in Azkaban."

Mr. Weasley's position in the Ministry of Magic is not high, but he is also a middle-level leader in the Law Enforcement Department. He has a good relationship with many people and has found out a lot of inside information.

The reason why Scrimgeour ended up like this is inseparable from the boy who looks very kind on weekdays.

"Mrs. Greengrass of the Transportation Department is his mother-in-law." Sirius shrugged helplessly: "Who will care about his illusions?Did you pass the Apparition test?"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and saw the envy in each other's eyes.

Then they continued to eat honestly.

I can't learn it, I can't learn it.

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After dinner, Mr. Weasley and Sirius led Harry and others out of the Burrow and walked towards the hills in the distance.

"Are we going to walk there?" Harry asked.

"Of course not." Mr. Weasley smiled: "It's quite a distance from the village. We have to get there by portkey. It's a convenient and quick way, but it's not very comfortable."

"Then you have to prepare a lot of portkeys. "Sirius said.

This touched Mr. Weasley's sore spot, and he began to complain to everyone:

"About 100,000 people will come to watch the World Cup. It took us a whole month just to find a suitable venue, and then it was a huge project to arrange all the known Muggle-repelling spells."

"The biggest problem is how to ensure that these 100,000 spectators arrive safely at the scene without being discovered by the Muggles."

"Hundreds of portkeys have been arranged in the UK alone, and there are other continents... Merlin, some of my colleagues haven't been home for half a year, and they don't even know that their wives are pregnant."

"I thought everything was over, but then..."

At this point, Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped and didn't say anything more.

"What's next?" George asked curiously.

"I can't tell you these." Mr. Weasley laughed happily: "You will know later, believe me, it will be very interesting. "

The more he did this, the more curious everyone became, but Mr. Weasley stopped talking about this topic and urged everyone to hurry up.

Everyone climbed to the top of the mountain panting, and the sun gradually rose.

The surrounding clouds were stained with golden light, and the moist air seemed to be sparkling, but no one had the heart to appreciate such a beautiful scenery because they were too tired.

Sirius handed Harry a handkerchief and motioned him to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Here, Arthur! Come here, son, we're here!"

A voice came, and there were two tall figures on the other side of the mountain top.

One of the wizards with a brown beard was waving at them, and his other hand was holding a moldy boot.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley walked over with a smile, and the others followed behind him.

"You came at the right time, I just found the key to the door. "Amos Diggory raised the boot in his hand, while Cedric standing beside him was "making eye contact" with the twins.

"Did you bring the stuff?"

"Nonsense."

"Where's Wayne?"

"He's not going with us."

They didn't care whether the other party understood or not, the three of them just kept making eye contact.

The three adults finished their greetings. Mr. Diggory seemed very interested in Sirius and talked to him for a few more words. It was only after Mr. Weasley reminded him that the time was almost up.

For the convenience of management, the door keys of each place were arranged with specific usage times, such as use and arrival at the specified time, so as to avoid too many people coming at one time and being unable to control.

Several people gathered in a circle and put their hands on their boots.

As Mr. Weasley finished counting down, Harry only felt a hook hooked on his belly button, and then his feet left the ground and flew up, and then they rushed forward like the wind, and finally landed heavily.

Ron staggered and lay on him, and the hair of others was all blown into a mess.

George and Fred laughed at each other's appearance.

"Five o'clock and seven o'clock, from Stoat Hill." A voice came from the ear, and in front of them, stood two exhausted and gloomy wizards.

"Good morning, Zhang." Mr. Weasley said, handing over the boots, and then introduced everyone:

"This is Mr. Zhang, the director of the Liaison Office of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and one of the persons in charge of this competition."

"Oh, he also has a daughter studying at Hogwarts."

"Qiu?" Zhang, a relatively rare surname and Mr. Zhang's Chinese face made Ginny think of who it was at once.

Hearing his daughter's name, Mr. Zhang, who had been working since last night, finally smiled: "Ginny, right? Qiu told me about you."

"Your camp is not far away, about a quarter of a mile away, and the camp manager is Mr. Roberts."

Mr. Weasley thanked him, and the group walked in according to Mr. Zhang's instructions.

After walking through the uninhabited swamp for about twenty minutes, they met Mr. Roberts mentioned by Mr. Zhang. To Harry and others' surprise, this man was actually a Muggle.

"Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic find a wizard to manage the camp?" George asked in surprise, watching a wizard skillfully descend from the sky and clear Roberts' memory.

"Because this is originally his area of ​​responsibility."

Mr. Weasley looked at Mr. Roberts with pity: "At that time, Crouch originally said to expel this Muggle first, but Fudge thought he was too domineering and kept him."

Harry couldn't help but said: "It's better to drive him away."

Mr. Weasley smiled and said nothing more.

The political struggle involved here is not suitable for telling outsiders.

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After paying the money, everyone went deep into the camp. There were already quite a few open-tops here, roughly arranged in two rows.

Although the wizards have tried their best to appear normal, some still make mistakes. Some have installed chimneys on the top of their tents, some have added a ceiling, and Harry even saw a few snakes kept in front of a luxurious tent.The person is likely to be a Slytherin.

"Ah, here we are! This is ours!"

They came to the woods at the end of the field. There was an open space with a small sign on the ground that said "Wezley".

Opposite them was a larger piece of land with a sign that said "Lawrence".

"This place couldn't be better." Mr. Weasley said happily: "The field is just on the other side of the woods, it can't be closer."

He took off his backpack and excitedly took out the materials for setting up the tent: "Magic is not allowed here, so we have to set up the tent the Muggle way. Believe me, I have done a lot of research!"

"Me too, I read the instructions." Sirius also became excited.

No matter what age a man is, he will always have a great passion for assembly.

So Harry watched them put the tent together into a square, and there were still a lot of parts on the ground that had not been used.

Mr. Weasley said somewhat awkwardly: "Maybe some step went wrong. Children, don't worry, let me study it."

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"Dad!" George suddenly shouted: "We want to go out and take a look at other people's tents."

"Go, remember not to use magic, and don't run too far." Mr. Weasley waved his hand, his mind was not on the two of them at all.

George and Fred smiled at each other and ran to the fork in the road where they had just separated from the Diggory family. Cedric had already been standing there waiting for them.

"Why are you so slow?" Little Cedric complained.

"Dad set up the tent like a magic cube, I couldn't help but look at it for a while."

After George said that, Cedric became curious and wanted to visit, but was stopped.

Making money is important.

Fred took out the dragon leather bag, dumped the sales cart inside, and hung samples of various souvenirs on it for display.

"What did Wayne ask us to shout yesterday?" Fred scratched his head and forgot the words for a while.

George rolled his eyes at him, "You can forget just two sentences, just watch."

After that, he cleared his throat and shouted:

"Take a look! Take a look! The best World Cup souvenirs, whether you support Bulgaria or Ireland, you can find the products you like!"

"You can't lose money with one Galleon, you can't be fooled with one Galleon, but you can buy a precious memory!"

Soon, interested wizards gathered around, pointing to the badge with the four-leaf clover mark and asked with interest:

"How much is the badge?"

"How much is the memory ball?"

Fred looked at George surrounded by customers with a snicker. Didn't he remember it?

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He felt so embarrassed!

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On the other side, Sirius and Mr. Weasley were sweating profusely.

It was very simple in the instructions, but they found something wrong when they started...

This increasingly round sphere doesn't look like a tent at all.

Suddenly.

Huh~!

A ball of golden-red flame suddenly appeared on the open space opposite them.

The flame continued to rotate and spread, and finally turned into a vortex of flames. The movement was so loud that many people nearby looked over.

Mr. Weasley and Sirius also stopped what they were doing.

In the center of the vortex, several figures suddenly appeared. Wayne waved his hand, and the vortex of flames condensed into a ball again, and finally dissipated.

After seeing the combination of these people, Harry and the others all had subtle expressions.

Seeing that Wayne was surrounded by beautiful young girls, some of whom they knew and some of whom they didn't.

"Sirius, Mr. Weasley, are you going to play a ball game first?"

Bringing the girls over to say hello, Wayne looked at the two people's masterpieces and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley forced a smile: "I heard that Muggles have a project called basketball, which is very interesting."

"That's right." Sirius nodded repeatedly, then looked at Sakura and Tomoyo and changed the subject.

"Are these two your friends?"

Wayne introduced each of them to each other, and they got to know each other briefly.

"Then you continue to play, I'll go to set up the tent first."

Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic: "Go ahead, if you don't understand, you can ask me."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched.

He just said that out of consideration for the two people's face. Mr. Weasley doesn't think he really knows...

Back to his own site, Wayne took out the box and carried out the materials for setting up the tent.

Originally, he wanted to use magic to put it together, but Hermione, Astoria and the others insisted on trying it themselves, saying that it would be fun, so he could only follow the girls' wishes.

The camp was in full swing, and until almost noon, both sides had set up tents almost at the same time.

It's just that Wayne's side is much more complicated and luxurious.

Harry and his friends only have two ordinary shabby tents, while Wayne's tents not only look big, but also have fountains, faucets, and an unfolded barbecue grill at the door.

Prepare to make a barbecue at noon.

Ginny took a look and betrayed without hesitation, going over to help with the ingredients.

Wayne simply asked everyone to come and help.

Charlie, Bill, and Percy also ApparatedWhen we arrived at the scene, we were assigned to chop wood and make a fire.

Percy was still wearing a suit, and those who didn't know him would think he was going to work, so he was a little reluctant.

But seeing that he was the only one doing nothing, he had no choice but to help Charlie.

Charlie's muscles that he had trained in the Fire Dragon Reserve finally came in handy, and he could easily chop thick wood every time.

Suddenly, Percy inadvertently saw a figure, and immediately jumped up excitedly and ran to the side of the road to greet him.

"Mr. Crouch!" Shi Shi.