HP Magic Biography

When Harry was woken up by Mrs. Weasley, he felt that he had hardly fallen asleep in Ron's room.

"Dear Harry, it's time to go." After she whispered, she walked away to wake Ron up.

Harry fumbled around for his glasses, put them on and sat up when he found them. It was still dark outside, and when his mother woke him up, Ron complained vaguely. At the corner of Harry's bed, he saw two large, messy objects emerging from the blanket.

"Is the time up?" Fred asked staggeringly.

They dressed quietly while yawning. Because everyone was too sleepy and didn't want to talk. Then the four of them walked into the kitchen along the stairs.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the cauldron on the stove, while Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table, looking at a large stack of parchment tickets. When the boys came in, he raised his head and opened his arms. In this way, they can observe his clothes more clearly. He is wearing a shirt suitable for golfing, a pair of very old jeans, and those jeans are a bit big, he has to put on a leather belt to tighten the waistband.

"How?" He asked nervously, "We have to be anonymous, Harry, do you think I look like a Muggle?"

"Where have Bill, Charlie, and Percy?" George asked, making a big blow.

"They will apparate, right?" Mrs. Weasley said as she put the big pot on the table and started pouring porridge into the bowl. "So they can sleep in."

Harry knew it was difficult to apparate, which meant disappearing from one place and then immediately appearing in another place.

"Then they are still in bed." said, "Why don't we apparate?"

"Because you haven't reached that age, and you haven't passed the exam." Mrs. Weasley interrupted, "Where has Ginny gone? Haven't gotten up yet?"

She rushed out of the kitchen, and then came the sound of climbing stairs.

"Do I have to pass an exam to learn Apparition?" Harry asked.

"Oh, yes," Mr. Weasley said, and carefully put the ticket in the trouser pocket behind his jeans. "Some people were fined by magic a few days ago because they used Phantom Transformation but did not have a license. Phantom Transformation is not easy, and if it is not done well, it will lead to very serious consequences. I said Because of this, the two of you finally divided themselves in half."

Everyone around the table shuddered except Harry.

"Uh... separated?" Harry asked.

"They left half of themselves," said Mr. Weasley, scooping a spoonful of syrup into the porridge. "So, of course, they are trapped now and they can't move anywhere. They have to wait for the Magic Accident Repair Center to fix them. I can tell you, it's like the ancient Muggle paper making, which soiled the Muggle people. The linen cloth is like clean paper."

Harry suddenly remembered a pair of legs and an eyeball abandoned on the sidewalk of Priwhite Street.

"Are they bad?" he asked, a little shocked.

"Oh, good," Mr. Weasley said of course, "but they were fined a lot of money, and I don’t think they dare to try again. Don’t mess around with teleportation, there are many grown-up witches here. They don’t want to use it. They prefer to use a broom. Although it is slower, it is safer."

"But Bill, Charlie, and Percy can." Fred smiled and said, "Charlie took the exam twice. He failed the first time. He was planning to go five miles to the south, but he happened to fall somewhere Above the old man shopping, remember?"

"Yes. But the second time he passed." Mr. Weasley said, and then he went back to the kitchen and snickered in it.

"Percy passed two weeks ago. Since then, he has moved down the stairs every morning, just to prove that he can move." George told him.

"Why do we get up so early?" Ginny said while rubbing her eyes. She came down the stairs and sat at the table.

"We have to go some way," Mr. Weasley said.

"Go?" Harry asked. "What? Are we going to watch the World Cup?"

"No, no, it's a few miles away," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "We only need to walk a short distance. Because a large group of wizards gather together, it's hard not to attract Muggles' attention. We have to be very careful about our departure time and such an event."

"George!" Mrs. Weasley shouted loudly, and everyone jumped up.

"What's the matter!" George asked in a very innocent tone, but that couldn't deceive anyone.

"What's in your pocket?"

"Nothing at all!"

"Have you not lied?"

Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand to George's pocket, and said, "!"

A few small, brightly colored things rose from George's pocket. He tried to catch them, but he threw himself away. They all fell onto Mrs. Weasley's outstretched hand without error.

"We told you, destroy them!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily. "We told you not to take these things! Clean your pockets and hurry up! You two!"

This was not a pleasant scene: it was obvious that the twins wanted to get as many toffees out of the house as possible. Mrs. Weasley used her magic to find them out.

"!!!" she yelled, and the toffees rose from various places, including George's bushes and Fred's jeans.

When his mother threw away these toffees, Fred shouted to his mother: "It took us six months to develop these things!"

"Oh, it's been six months!" she shouted, "No wonder you can't get more O.W.L!"

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became tense. No one can challenge the majesty of Mrs. Weasley, Jamaislafoule, neverones in this home.

In fact, it's only about 5:56. Mrs. Weasley hasn't finished her busy schedule. Everyone is still in place. Mrs. Weasley has put two more brand-new dishes on the table.

Before Harry could ask, Dobby's sudden appearance greatly eased the atmosphere at the table.

Dobby appeared in the Weasley's living room holding Crookshanks cage, Crookshanks screamed badly, and he didn't like such travel.

Even if it is a human being, the first Apparition will feel bad, and there are not a few people like Fanlin who feel bad no matter how many times they come.

However, even so, the arrival of Crookshanks was greatly welcomed by Harry and others.

Ron's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt the cat in front of him become so kind.

It would be great if it hadn't come with Dobby.

"The two of them are coming, Dobby." Harry said, although it was regrettable that Sirius could not come, but Fanlin and Hermione, these were the people he desperately wanted to see.

"Yes, Mr. Harry Potter, Master Fanlin asked Dobby to send Miss Granger's cat over first, and then the two of them will come through the host's Floo network."

"Floonet, was Hermione at Fanlin's house before?"

"Yes, for the convenience of traveling, Master Fanlin took Dobby and the master's father to Miss Granger's house..."

Ron didn't know what he was thinking, his face went dark.

"It's just right. I invited the two of them to have breakfast. In fact, I just got ready." Mrs. Weasley said.

Suddenly, a green flame rose from the originally quiet fireplace, and then, Hermione's figure jumped out of the flame.

I have to say that Mr. Al's taste is quite good. Hermione feels embarrassed for the afternoon shopping, but Mr. Al and Fanlin agree that this is all taken for granted.

"Hey, Harry, Ron..." Hermione took care of a long circle, a long string. Fortunately, she knew all the people here.

"Hello, Hermione." Harry laughed. Mrs. Weasley enthusiastically slapped the non-existent ashes on Hermione.

She had already cleaned the fireplace before. To be precise, it was Dobby. This was one of Fanlin's orders. The Weasley's fireplace was not as clean as expected.

Fanlin told Dobby to be more secretive in his actions, knowing that none of the so many wizards at Hogwarts had discovered the work of the elf.

Ron just wanted to say hello, but once again a green flame rose from the fireplace, and Fanlin stepped out of the flame.

"Hello everyone, have a nice holiday." Fanlin said happily, but he didn't want to say hello from Mrs. Weasley to Ginny one by one. There are too many people in the Weasley family, not to mention Ron's few. My brothers are all here too, Percy, Charlie, Bill.

This is not an easy job.

"Hello, Fanlin." Everyone responded enthusiastically, especially Fred and George. They were very happy to see Fanlin in the Burrow, especially when their mother taught them.

Ron's expression was a little bitter, but he greeted Fanlin immediately, which was regarded as a response, but it seemed...

"Have a nice holiday, Harry."

Under the guidance of Mrs. Weasley, Fanlin and Hermione sat at one side of the table. They faced each other. Fanlin was next to Harry, Hermione was next to Ginny, and they were divided reasonably.

"Happy holiday, Fanlin." Harry said, he was very willing to see Fanlin, so that if something happened, Fanlin would be able to find the right judgment, not to mention the two of them were born and died together.

Breakfast became harmonious. Mrs. Weasley also gave up the idea of ​​teaching the Weasley twins. Strictly speaking, Fanlin and Hermione were guests and came to her home for the first time, and she liked it very much. The two children, just like the Porter and his wife, are very good friends, but Fanlin is much better than James.

"How was your vacation?" Fanlin asked.

"Fortunately, apart from that nightmare, the Dursley family didn't embarrass me. In fact, Sirius's identity as a Muggle murderer is quite useful, just a little..."

"It doesn't matter, he doesn't care at all." Fanlin laughed, and he put a jam pie on his plate.

"Harry, have you had a nightmare? How, I haven't..."

"It's just a dream. Although it's worse, Fanlin gave me a method. After using it, I feel much better." Harry said.

"Feeling much better?" Fanlin said differently, "have you succeeded? Occlumency?"

"No." Harry smiled bitterly. "Actually, it's just lightening, but I haven't had nightmares in these two days."

Fanlin nodded, perhaps because Harry put all his thoughts on the Quidditch World Cup, which made the part of his heart connected with Voldemort a little weaker.

Ron was not talking, as if he wanted to destroy his own food.

The two girls, Hermione and Ginny, would naturally have a lot of topics when they were sitting together. Van Lin faintly heard Ginny complimenting Hermione’s clothes, and then Hermione secretly said something to Ginny, and the two looked towards Van Lin. I glanced here, but it was only a brief contact.

...

Time flies quickly, and the breakfast at Weasley’s is over before it’s light outside.

"Have fun! Don't be too naughty!" Mrs. Weasley yelled toward the back of the twins' departure. But they did not look back and did not answer. "I will call Bill, Charlie, and Percy around noon," Mrs. Weasley said to Mr. Weasley, and then Mr. Weasley, Harry, Ron, Varyn, Hermione, and Ginny walked through the dark yard. Set off, following Fred and George.

It was cold outside and the moon was still there. Only to their right, a dark, light green light on the horizon told them that the sky was about to dawn. Harry thought that thousands of wizards were now heading for the Quadis World Cup, so he stepped up to keep up with Mr. Weasley.

"So how can everyone get there without being discovered by Muggles?" Harry asked.

"This has become a very important organizational issue," Mr. Weasley said. "The problem is that about 100,000 divisions will appear in the World Cup. Of course, we don't have a magical venue large enough to accommodate them. Some places Muggles can’t perceive it, but imagine that one hundred thousand wizards are to be packed into Port Dean. So we must find a better desert with no one and set up more measures to defend against Muggles. The entire cabinet I have been busy with this for several months. First of all, of course we must arrange the arrival situation. People with low-cost tickets must arrive two weeks earlier. A certain number of people are restricted to use Muggle transportation. But we cannot use it. Too much, it will hinder their cars and trains... Remember, wizards from all over the world will come. Some use teleportation, but we must establish a safe place for them to appear, and must stay away from Muggles. I believe there is a forest. It can be used as a point where they can reach. For those who don’t want to move or can’t, we use door keys. In the preparation period, these things are enough to transport the wizard from one place to another. If you need it, You can send a large group at once. In the UK, there are two hundred door keys announced in important strategic locations. The closest to us is on the top of Stone Mountain, so we are moving there."

Mr. Weasley pointed to a large black ball in front of the village of Otley.

"What the **** is a door key?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh, it can be anything," Fanlin replied. "Obviously, they are inconspicuous things, so Muggles won't pick them up, and won't touch them...they are things they think are garbage thing."

"Trash..." Harry was speechless, but Mr. Weasley answered him with the affirmation that followed.

They walked hard along the dark, damp alley towards the village. The surroundings are very quiet, only their footsteps can be heard. As they struggled through the village, the sky slowly lit up. The dark sky slowly dilutes to deep blue. Harry's hands and feet were frozen, and Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

Fanlin added some warm-up spells to everyone, but the mental fatigue could not be solved, and it would not restore physical strength.

When they started to climb Stone Mountain, they didn't have the strength to talk. Sometimes they will touch the hidden hare den, and sometimes they will slip on dense grass. With every breath, Harry felt a tingling in his chest, and when his feet touched the ground, his legs were shaking badly.

Fanlin supported Hermione with one hand, this kind of activity was very difficult for girls.

Fanlin even wanted to fly over directly, but Mr. Weasley's words were not decorations.

Sirius is really unreliable. If you use Apparition...

But the resentment was dispelled by Hermione, and it was not bad to hold the girl so.

"Why!" Mr. Weasley said breathlessly. He took off his glasses and wiped them with his sweater. "Great, we have a good grasp of time, we have ten minutes..."

Hermione was the last to climb to the top of the mountain, and Fanlin was pulling Hermione up, and Ginny came to help.

"Now we just need the door key," Mr. Weasley said, putting on his glasses again and squinting at the surroundings on the ground. "It won't be big... Come on..."

They scattered, searching everywhere. After a while, suddenly a shout cut through the quiet starry sky.

"Here! Arthur! Here, my boy, here we come!"

On the other side of the mountain top, two tall silhouettes appeared under the stars.

"Armes!" Mr. Weasley shouted. He smiled and strode towards the person who just yelled. The rest followed closely.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with the ruddy wizard with a short beard and mustache. He held a moldy old boot in his other hand.

"Children, this is Arms Diggory," Mr. Weasley introduced to everyone.

He works in the Discipline and Control Department of the Ministry of Magic, and I think you know his son Cedric. "

Cedric Diggory is a very handsome boy, about seventeen years old. He is the captain and catcher of the Quidditch team of Hogwartshofpuff.

Fanlin knew a little more in detail. The top three warriors died in the hands of Voldemort...

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"Hello!" Cedric looked at everyone and said.

All these people said "hello" to Cedric, except Fred and George just nodded. They can't forgive Cedric for beating their team in the first Quidditch match last year.

"It's a long way, Arthur?" Cedric's father said.

"It's not too long," Mr. Weasley said. "We live on the other side of the village. How about you?"

"We have to get up at two o'clock, right, Cedric? I tell you, if he passes his teleportation test, I will be very happy. However...not to mention...the Quidditch World Cup must not be missed. And the tickets are so expensive. Remind you, don't let me win too easily." Arms. Diggory took a natural look at the children next to Weasley, Harry, Varyn, Hermione and Ginny. "It's all yours, Arthur?"

"Sad, no, it's the red head," Mr. Weasley said, pointing to his child. "This is Fanlin and Hermione, Ron's friend; this is Harry, another friend."