Harry didn't sleep well that night, partly because he couldn't let go of the topic he discussed last night. Although he knew he couldn't guess what Voldemort was going to do, he just couldn't control his random thoughts. The other half was because of Ron, who didn't seem to be sleeping peacefully.
Perhaps because he was looking forward to the World Cup, he was always tossing and turning in bed, making his iron bed creaking and making Harry unable to sleep.
It wasn't until later in the night that the noise there became quieter, but then Harry started to dream again. This time the dream was no different from ordinary ones. It had nothing to do with Voldemort, but some random things.
He first dreamed that he had returned to Hogwarts to attend school. Professor McGonagall was very dissatisfied with the quality of his summer homework and threatened to make him clean the bathroom for a whole year unless Harry could get Gryffindor to do it. In the next few years, he can win the Quidditch Cup.
Harry was arguing with Professor McGonagall when suddenly the scene changed and he came to a huge Quidditch field. He was wearing England's game uniform and riding a Firebolt and was getting ready to play. He was surrounded by cheering British magical people and Hogwarts classmates. Qiu Zhang's gentle voice was particularly clear among the noise.
"If you win the contest, I'll date you, Harry, or I'll go find Cedric!"
"That's not fair!"
Harry yelled angrily, and he was going to protest to Cho Chang, because Cedric easily got the chance to date Cho Chang, but he had to win the game.
boom!
Harry jumped off the Firebolt and fell not to the grass, but to the floor of Ron's crowded room.
It was pitch black outside the window, and Harry was able to identify it through some light coming from the crack of the open door. The person speaking was Mrs. Weasley. She had just woken up Ron and was now preparing to go around Ron's bedside. I woke him up, but I was a little overwhelmed by the sudden movement he made.
"Having a nightmare, dear?" Mrs. Weasley whispered.
"What's unfair?"
Ron was breathing heavily on the bed and said in a daze, completely unaware that the noise he made in the middle of the night kept Harry completely unable to sleep.
"Oh, I dreamed that when I was in Potions class -" Harry was extremely lucky that the room was dark now and Mrs. Weasley and Ron couldn't see his burning face. He didn't know why he did what he did. Such a ridiculous dream, but he still instinctively covered up his dream,
"Snape wants me to clean the classroom by myself," Harry muttered.
"Oh, then you should punch him in the nose, no mercy, Harry, like Dumbledore -"
"Don't say that about Dumbledore," Mrs. Weasley said unhappily, "Hurry up, Ron, your father is already waiting for you below!"
Mrs. Weasley personally went to each room to call people and kept urging them to clean themselves up quickly, but it was already half an hour after everyone got dressed and washed up and came to the living room.
"Too late for breakfast, Arthur."
Mrs. Weasley threw a canvas bag to Mr. Weasley and kissed Mr. Weasley hastily on the cheek and said, "When we get there, remember to get some food for the children."
The air was cold, the moon was still high in the sky, and only a faint gray-green appeared on the horizon to their right, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching. None of the little ones were too sleepy to talk. Only Mr. Weasley and Sirius took the lead in talking.
"--My ticket was obtained by Ludo for me. It may be because he was too tired to prepare for the World Cup. Ludo has not been in a good mood for the past two months. It was only in the past few days that he seemed normal. To be honest, I think He should give himself a few days off, as long as he doesn't get lost, of course."
"Who is missing?" Sirius, who was not very familiar with the situation in the Ministry, asked, "Is there anyone missing in the Ministry?"
"She's from Ludo's Ministry. Considering her age, you should know her. Sirius, it's Bertha Jorkins. She asked the Ministry for leave and said she was going to Albania for a vacation. Then there was no news for more than a month."
Mr. Weasley jumped on a rock, gasped a few times and said.
"I do know—"
Sirius found Bertha Jorkins from his distant memory, frowned and said, "
Yes, she is indeed a bit confused, but she has a first-class memory when it comes to gossip, and she is also keen on inquiring about other people's privacy. I guess you won't like her too much, but the ministry has not arranged for anyone to find her. Well, Albania is not a peaceful place. "
"I seem to have heard of this name -" Harry frowned suddenly, "but I can't remember where."
"Maybe Percy mentioned it to you when he told you about old Barty," Mr. Weasley said nonchalantly, "Bertha used to work for Barty, but then she was transferred to Ludo. It's not surprising. These things She has changed many departments over the years and never stays in one place for long."
"Maybe Percy mentioned it to you when he told you about old Barty," Mr. Weasley said nonchalantly, "Bertha used to work for Barty, but then she was transferred to Ludo. It's not surprising. These things She has changed many departments over the years and never stays in one place for long."
Sirius and Remus soon moved on to other things, while Harry frowned and thought about Bertha Jorkins. He was sure that he had never heard of Bertha Jorkins from Percy, but where exactly she was, he couldn't remember, but his intuition forced him to keep thinking about this issue.
Climbing a mountain at night is not a pleasant exercise. Whether your feet stumble into hidden rabbit holes or slip on dark, slimy grass blades, Mr. Weasley and Sirius will soon be exhausted. He had the energy to speak, so he stopped talking and concentrated on the road at his feet.
On the contrary, it was Harry, Hermione, Ginny and the twins. Their breathing was always steady, and their steady pace made them unconsciously ahead of the rest. When Harry stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the morning light, Mr. Weasley They were still a few hundred feet away.
"Oh, wow kids, you really surprised me."
After finally climbing to the top of the mountain, Mr. Weasley, who was dizzy, wiped his foggy glasses and gasped,
"Could it be that you have received professional mountain climbing training?"
"It's Amosta's physical education class -" Sirius wiped his sweat and said with a smile, "These little guys have been receiving physical training from Amosta."
"Oh, really!"
Mr. Weasley said with obvious surprise, but he immediately noticed that his youngest son Ron seemed to be equally tired and out of breath.
"What's the matter with you, Ron? You don't skip this class often, do you?"
"No, Dad." Ron lowered his head guiltily.
"I don't think you have the guts to skip class in Amosta's class," Mr. Weasley chuckled a few times. "Then you should train more."
Except for Mr. Weasley, everyone knew that Ron had dropped the subject a long time ago, but no one would tell Mr. Weasley the truth because they didn't want to embarrass Ron.
Harry foresaw that he would meet his classmates from Hogwarts at the World Cup, but he didn't expect to meet him before he even set off. This was someone he wasn't happy to see yet.
It's Cedric and his dad.
Initially, Harry was a little curious about Cedric's father, because his name was very similar to Professor Blaine's, except for one syllable. However, when Mr. Weasley's colleague, a red-faced man with a short brown beard, Harry was not happy when the wizard communicated with him.
Because Mr. Diggory was particularly keen to brag about Cedric's excellence to others, he even got Cedric's outstanding performance last semester in the game that Harry lost because of the Dementors and in Professor Blaine's physical education class. Results speak for themselves, but the fact is that everyone knows it. If the Dementors hadn't come out to disrupt the game, it's not certain who would win. And in Professor Blaine's physical education class, Cedric did have excellent training results, but he He is the oldest one and just has a head advantage.
They left Stoat Mountain via the portkey and arrived in an instant where the Quidditch final was to be held.
This is Harry's first time using a portkey. In between, he has used Disapparation with Professor Blaine, used floo powder at Mr. Weasley's house, and used the Knight Bus twice. These wizards It’s hard to say which is the worst way to travel.
It wasn't until he parted ways with Cedric's family and walked into the misty swamps that Harry felt high.
When they walked through the fog and entered the venue where the spectators were placed, everyone's breath froze. Mr. Weasley seemed to have anticipated the reaction of these little guys. He opened his arms and smiled on his face. Slightly colorful,
"How about it, little guys, this is the result of the Ministry of Magic's work for more than half a year!"
(End of chapter)
