DreamersGN Chapter 66: The Quidditch World Cup
Chapter 66: The Quidditch World Cup
It's not that he hasn't been recognized.
It's just that Cedric's father's expression is too exaggerated, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable.
"Said mentioned you.
Because Slytherin has 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 and then looking at the scar on his head.
Although this makes him feel very uncomfortable at times, it is better than the feeling of being ignored.
"I just worked a little harder.
"Of course, of course.
The more successful people are, the more modest they appear.
The same goes for my son Said. ”
He said as he patted Cedric on the back.
"I think you should communicate more.
I think good young people like you can be friends.
To be honest, sometimes I really can't figure out why I have to go back. Hufflepuff honestly I would rather want him to go to Ravenclaw because that's my alma mater.
Of course Slytherin is not bad..."
Listening to Amos's touting, Braun didn't know how to answer.
Only an awkward and polite smile can be shown.
Weasley could see Braun's embarrassment.
So I changed the subject:
"It's almost time.
How long do we have to wait for Amos?
When will its "zero eighty-three" others come?
The chattering Amos looked a little sorry when he heard Arthur Weasley's words:
"Is it?
Is the time almost up?"
He took out his pocket watch and looked at it:
"But don't wait.
Others are no longer coming back.
The Lovegood family had gone a week earlier because they were going to interview.
The Fawcetts were unlucky that they didn't get a ticket.
There should be no one else around the four of us. ”
Mr. Weasley nodded:
"That's good.
One more minute...
It's time for us to get our own hands!"
Then he turned to look at Harry:
"It's very simple, Harry, you just have to put your finger on it.
Touching this portkey is no problem.
Harry nodded nervously, looking excited and curious.
Everyone gathered tightly together in a circle.
The cold wind blew through and everyone couldn't help but shiver.
Seeing this large group of people standing here expressionless, I couldn't help but make the corners of Braun's mouth hook.
If any unlucky Muggle passed by at this time, he would be scared enough.
Of course.
If you replace the worn boot in the middle of the crowd with a bloody skeleton or a quaint scripture.
Maybe the atmosphere can be more terrifying.
And not as weird and absurd as it is now.
"......
Mr. Weasley looked at his watch with one eye and quickly glanced at his child to see if his child had touched the portkey.
As the last number was counted, Braun felt only a weight on his back.
It was as if there was a hook hooked on his back.
This feeling was 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.
I could also feel Ginny in her arms twisting her body with some discomfort.
But he couldn't see what was around him clearly, and only felt a blur in front of him.
This feeling is very different from the feeling of Floo powder.
With a weight under your feet.
Braun knew he had arrived in the place.
The extraordinary physique made Braun stand on the ground with just a slight shaking of his body.
Even Ginny, who was in his arms, was held by him and did not fall.
But others are not so lucky.
Aside from Weasley and Mr. Digger, only Cedric was still standing.
One by one, everyone else sat down on the ground.
It looks very embarrassing.
"Five o'seven – Stoat Mountain.
Arrived three minutes early and was on time.
Only a tired voice was heard in front of Braun.
Braun looked up.
Those were two gloomy-faced, scruffy wizards.
One of them held a pocket watch in his hand, as if he was looking at the time.
The other was holding a thick wad 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 strange things in their hands.
Braun was still able to know with certainty that the people in front of him were two wizards.
No way, anyone who sees a man wearing a floral striped suit on the upper body and a short skirt with a very Suge style will not think that this is a normal person.
"Good morning, two!
Basil looks like you're a little tired!"
Mr. Weasley greeted as he picked up the old boot that had fallen on Ronald's head and handed it to the man in the short skirt.
"Yes, Arthur!35
Basil yawned and took the old boot and threw it into a large box at hand.
Braun looked over.
I saw all kinds of strange things inside.
Broken showers, watering kettles, empty cans and a broken soccer ball.
These should have been used portkeys like the old boot, if Braun guessed correctly.
"You're really lucky.
Baltz envied.
"We stayed here all night.
You also know that there have been too many things 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...
*......"
Baltz said as he flipped the parchment in his hand.
With a uproar, the names of the Weasley family were found almost halfway through.
"Walk straight over, almost a third of a mile.
The first venue is, the manager called... Mr. Roberts.
Diggry, you are looking for Mr. Payne in the second venue. 35
Balz looked at the parchment in his hand and said.
"Thank you Balz!
Then let's go over and meet later!"
Mr. Weasley said hello to the oddly dressed wizard.
So he led everyone towards the outside of the swamp.
Because it was still early and the air in the swamp was humid.
Under the fog, everyone could not see anything at all.
The only lucky thing is that you can use the Fluorescence Charm, which makes the road a lot easier.
It took about twenty minutes to walk.
The mist in front of everyone gradually thinned.
A stone hut appeared in front of him.
Behind the house, thousands of tents of various strange shapes were set up there.
"Then I'll meet Arthur!39
"See you later!35
After saying goodbye to the Digri, Braun and the others walked towards the stone hut.
In the corner of the wall outside the stone house hangs an oil lamp that shimmers with a warm yellow light.
Under the oil lamp, there was a man who was sitting there looking at the successive tents with a look of hesitation and doubt.
"Braun, do you say this man is a wizard?
Ginny whispered into Braun's ear and asked softly.....
It made Braun's ears itch a little.
"No, that person looks like a Muggle.
Well......
Perhaps the only Muggle in the surrounding area.
Braun replied in a low voice.
Just the man's somewhat dull eyes and residual magical aura.
Braun could tell why he had been cast the Oblivion Curse so many times.
This Muggle is already wasted, and with so many oblivion curses applied, the brain will definitely be damaged.
Later, memory will also become very dull.
But it's normal to think about it.
Wizards didn't look much up to Muggles, let alone now that wizards' power has skyrocketed again?
"May I ask what are you here for?"
The muggle turned his head in confusion.
"Hello!
Mr. Roberts, please?"
Mr. Weasley asked spiritually.
This made the Muggle named Roberts even more suspicious.
"You are?"
"We are here to find a tent!
My name is Weasley and we booked a tent here two days ago. 35
"Oh!"
Mr. Roberts showed a sudden expression.
"This way!
Let me see!
Roberts stood up and leaned over the form on the door.
Perhaps because his eyes were not very good, he leaned over and looked for a long time before he found Weasley's name.
"In the clearing over there in the woods!
Is it just one night? 99
Weasley replied:
"Yes."
This made Mr. Roberts less interested.
"Then pay now. I'll take you there. 35
As he spoke, Mr. Roberts walked forward.
“ Harry!
Help me. 95
Mr. Weasley said as a roll of Muggle money escaped from his pocket.
"How much is this one? Ten pieces? So that?"
Harry prompted:
"Five pieces!
"This way"
Mr. Weasley nodded hurriedly.
Looking at Mr. Weasley's performance, Braun just felt like the situation was coming to an end.
Sure enough, the muggle turned around with some suspicion.
"Are you foreigners?"
Although the tone is doubtful, the eyes are affirmative.
"It's not just you!
Just now, there were two people who couldn't figure out that they wanted to give me two 3.2 gold coins!
"Yes?"
Mr. Weasley asked rhetorically.
His expression was a little uneasy.
Everyone also looked a little cramped.
"Of course! It's not just you!"
He said as he looked into the thick fog.
"In all my years here, I've never seen so many people come here to book tents like I do today.
It's like some kind of popular attraction here!"
"Is that wrong again?
Ronald asked in a panic.
His eyes fluttered as if he was looking for help.
"Of course not
Everywhere there are people!
Foreigner! Kook! Guys who are not men or women...
There was also a man in a suit and a kilt on the bottom. ”
"Isn't that right?
Mr. Weasley was so anxious that he was about to sweat.
The corners of his eyes twitched, and his hands clenched tightly.
Braun had already seen the faint wand in Mr. Weasley's hand.
"It's like... Well, they seem to be parties? 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 that hand was ready to go.
Right at this time