402 The Door Key
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Nian Gao Pei Ma Tuan
"I remember they also mentioned my name...it seemed like they were discussing some plan related to me." Harry said in a deep voice.
The lights in the tent had been turned off, and Glenn couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could also hear some nervousness in his voice.
This is also human nature. Even if he is the Boy Who Lived, he is only a 14-year-old boy at best. If he knows that someone is making plans against him and does not feel worried, that is abnormal.
"Don't worry, Harry. No matter what they are planning, you will be safe as long as you are in Hogwarts." Glenn comforted, "When you get to school, remember to tell Dumbledore this dream. I believe he will do a good job. Take all precautions. By the way, you need to continue to strengthen your Occlumency practice. Maybe this dream was created by Voldemort and deliberately let you see it."
"That makes sense..." Harry mused.
The three of them chatted for a while and soon fell asleep.
Since the time set by the portkey was 5:07, Mrs. Weasley woke them up with a candlestick before four o'clock.
"It's time to get up, kids. Breakfast is in the kitchen. Let's go as soon as possible after eating."
Ron grumbled and wanted to lie down for a while, but Mrs. Weasley's ruthless iron hand grabbed his ears and pulled him up.
When the three of them came to the kitchen, the twins were already sitting at the table, munching bread sleepily. Mr. Weasley, dressed in loose casual clothes, was sitting at the table, checking a large ticket made of parchment paper.
Seeing Harry come in, he immediately stood up and asked if he was dressed like a real Muggle.
"Like," Harry said with a smile, "pretty good."
"That puts me at ease. I'll ask Hermione for her opinion later. I think there's still room for improvement." He looked satisfied and went to the yard to pack up the tent with a smile.
The two girls also walked in quickly, looking equally depressed.
After a hasty breakfast, everyone got up and left, preparing to go to the mountain to find the door key.
"George!" Mrs. Weasley suddenly shouted without warning, startling everyone.
George, whom she named, was complaining to Percy that they could sleep a little longer before apparating to the venue.
"What's the matter?" he asked, pretending to be confused and innocent.
"What's in your pocket?"
"nothing!"
"Don't lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley angrily drew out her wand and raised her hand to cast a flying curse.
The colorful candies immediately jumped out of George's pocket, evading his hands that tried to stop him, and jumped straight into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched palm.
After a period of quarreling and chaos, all kinds of candies flew out from all kinds of unexpected places, and all the products that the twins had worked hard to make for half a year were wiped out, accompanied by a scolding from Mrs. Weasley.
After such an episode, the atmosphere when everyone left was obviously not very friendly.
Fred and George slung their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without saying a word to their mother.
"Goodbye, I hope you have a good time," Mrs. Weasley said goodbye to everyone, and shouted to the twins who had already gone out, "Behave yourself and don't let your dad worry about you all the time!"
But both of them were so angry that they neither looked back nor responded.
It was just after four o'clock at this time. Although it was summer, there was still a bit of chill in the mountains in the early morning. A faint gray-green appeared on the horizon, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching.
There was still some distance between the Burrow and Stoat Mountain, where the Portkey was located, and it had rained the day before, making the walk difficult, especially on the way up.
The wet rain mixed with the weeds and fallen leaves on the path, making it extremely slippery. Even young people like Harry and the twins who were good at sports still walked out of breath and in a very awkward manner.
Fortunately, Glenn knew very well that a good wizard should have a good body, and his physical strength was much better than theirs.
"Yes, we arrived on time - there are still 10 minutes..." Mr. Weasley said, sweating profusely. He wiped the fog from his eyes and greeted, "We have to find the door key quickly. , not too big, just be a little more careful..."
"Here, Arthur! Come here, son, we found it!" Another middle-aged man's voice came from not far away.
"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode towards the man who called him.
It was a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, holding a portkey in his hand like a musty old boot.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley shook his hand and said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric. I I think you all know each other, right?"
"Hey, hello." Cedric waved and greeted everyone.
Everyone responded with a shout to show friendship.
Glenn just nodded to him politely without speaking.
He still remembered what his roommates said last semester - Hufflepuff's Diggory was always asking about Cho's hobbies recently...
Although Glenn believed that Qiu would never be able to have feelings for him again like in the original novel, when a love rival meets, it is naturally impossible for him to act like an old friend.
The same goes for Cedric, who didn't show too much enthusiasm.
After some pleasantries, Mr. Diggory recognized Harry and greeted him warmly, not forgetting to praise his son.
However, because there were no Dementors to affect the Quidditch match last year, Hufflepuff failed to defeat Gryffindor, and he could no longer perform a childish set of pulling and stepping operations like in the original book.
Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and ten people gathered in a tight circle, holding on to tattered old boots in the dim light, waiting quietly.
Mr. Weasley glanced at his pocket watch again and counted down in a low voice.
"Three...two...one!"
A familiar feeling came instantly, and an irresistible force came from the old boots, pulling everyone into the sky.
After a while, the scenery in front of him changed, and he came to a desolate-looking, misty swamp.
The Harry trio and the twins were not used to the Portkey's way of traveling, and they lost their balance for a moment and fell into a ball.Apart from the two adult wizards, only Glenn and Cedric asked to stop.
"Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain." came a tired voice.
Two Ministry of Magic staff members dressed as Muggles stood next to them. One of them was holding a large gold watch, and the other was holding a thick roll of parchment and a quill. They both looked unhappy.
The two people were obviously dressed a little strangely. One of them wore a suit with a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes, and the other wore a kilt with a South American-style cape.
The lights in the tent had been turned off, and Glenn couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but he could also hear some nervousness in his voice.
This is also human nature. Even if he is the Boy Who Lived, he is only a 14-year-old boy at best. If he knows that someone is making plans against him and does not feel worried, that is abnormal.
"Don't worry, Harry. No matter what they are planning, you will be safe as long as you are in Hogwarts." Glenn comforted, "When you get to school, remember to tell Dumbledore this dream. I believe he will do a good job. Take all precautions. By the way, you need to continue to strengthen your Occlumency practice. Maybe this dream was created by Voldemort and deliberately let you see it."
"That makes sense..." Harry mused.
The three of them chatted for a while and soon fell asleep.
Since the time set by the portkey was 5:07, Mrs. Weasley woke them up with a candlestick before four o'clock.
"It's time to get up, kids. Breakfast is in the kitchen. Let's go as soon as possible after eating."
Ron grumbled and wanted to lie down for a while, but Mrs. Weasley's ruthless iron hand grabbed his ears and pulled him up.
When the three of them came to the kitchen, the twins were already sitting at the table, munching bread sleepily. Mr. Weasley, dressed in loose casual clothes, was sitting at the table, checking a large ticket made of parchment paper.
Seeing Harry come in, he immediately stood up and asked if he was dressed like a real Muggle.
"Like," Harry said with a smile, "pretty good."
"That puts me at ease. I'll ask Hermione for her opinion later. I think there's still room for improvement." He looked satisfied and went to the yard to pack up the tent with a smile.
The two girls also walked in quickly, looking equally depressed.
After a hasty breakfast, everyone got up and left, preparing to go to the mountain to find the door key.
"George!" Mrs. Weasley suddenly shouted without warning, startling everyone.
George, whom she named, was complaining to Percy that they could sleep a little longer before apparating to the venue.
"What's the matter?" he asked, pretending to be confused and innocent.
"What's in your pocket?"
"nothing!"
"Don't lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley angrily drew out her wand and raised her hand to cast a flying curse.
The colorful candies immediately jumped out of George's pocket, evading his hands that tried to stop him, and jumped straight into Mrs. Weasley's outstretched palm.
After a period of quarreling and chaos, all kinds of candies flew out from all kinds of unexpected places, and all the products that the twins had worked hard to make for half a year were wiped out, accompanied by a scolding from Mrs. Weasley.
After such an episode, the atmosphere when everyone left was obviously not very friendly.
Fred and George slung their rucksacks onto their backs and walked out without saying a word to their mother.
"Goodbye, I hope you have a good time," Mrs. Weasley said goodbye to everyone, and shouted to the twins who had already gone out, "Behave yourself and don't let your dad worry about you all the time!"
But both of them were so angry that they neither looked back nor responded.
It was just after four o'clock at this time. Although it was summer, there was still a bit of chill in the mountains in the early morning. A faint gray-green appeared on the horizon, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching.
There was still some distance between the Burrow and Stoat Mountain, where the Portkey was located, and it had rained the day before, making the walk difficult, especially on the way up.
The wet rain mixed with the weeds and fallen leaves on the path, making it extremely slippery. Even young people like Harry and the twins who were good at sports still walked out of breath and in a very awkward manner.
Fortunately, Glenn knew very well that a good wizard should have a good body, and his physical strength was much better than theirs.
"Yes, we arrived on time - there are still 10 minutes..." Mr. Weasley said, sweating profusely. He wiped the fog from his eyes and greeted, "We have to find the door key quickly. , not too big, just be a little more careful..."
"Here, Arthur! Come here, son, we found it!" Another middle-aged man's voice came from not far away.
"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode towards the man who called him.
It was a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard, holding a portkey in his hand like a musty old boot.
"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley shook his hand and said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. This is his son Cedric. I I think you all know each other, right?"
"Hey, hello." Cedric waved and greeted everyone.
Everyone responded with a shout to show friendship.
Glenn just nodded to him politely without speaking.
He still remembered what his roommates said last semester - Hufflepuff's Diggory was always asking about Cho's hobbies recently...
Although Glenn believed that Qiu would never be able to have feelings for him again like in the original novel, when a love rival meets, it is naturally impossible for him to act like an old friend.
The same goes for Cedric, who didn't show too much enthusiasm.
After some pleasantries, Mr. Diggory recognized Harry and greeted him warmly, not forgetting to praise his son.
However, because there were no Dementors to affect the Quidditch match last year, Hufflepuff failed to defeat Gryffindor, and he could no longer perform a childish set of pulling and stepping operations like in the original book.
Ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and ten people gathered in a tight circle, holding on to tattered old boots in the dim light, waiting quietly.
Mr. Weasley glanced at his pocket watch again and counted down in a low voice.
"Three...two...one!"
A familiar feeling came instantly, and an irresistible force came from the old boots, pulling everyone into the sky.
After a while, the scenery in front of him changed, and he came to a desolate-looking, misty swamp.
The Harry trio and the twins were not used to the Portkey's way of traveling, and they lost their balance for a moment and fell into a ball.Apart from the two adult wizards, only Glenn and Cedric asked to stop.
"Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain." came a tired voice.
Two Ministry of Magic staff members dressed as Muggles stood next to them. One of them was holding a large gold watch, and the other was holding a thick roll of parchment and a quill. They both looked unhappy.
The two people were obviously dressed a little strangely. One of them wore a suit with a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes, and the other wore a kilt with a South American-style cape.
