The next morning, Harry, completely unguarded, failed to sense Mrs. Weasley approaching him. He was gently woken by her soft voice.
"Time to go, Harry, dear," she whispered.
Then she walked over to wake Ron.
Harry sat up. Outside, it was still pitch-black.
Ron mumbled something indistinct when his mother woke him.
Then Harry saw two irregular shadows emerge from beneath the messy blankets at the foot of the bed.
It was the twins.
"What, is it time already?" Fred asked sleepily.
They had also been woken by Mrs. Weasley, but clearly she had not been nearly as gentle with them. Harry had just heard her scolding them.
Harry reached for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. Everyone silently got dressed, too sleepy to talk.
Then the four of them went downstairs into the kitchen, yawning and stretching as they walked.
Mrs. Weasley was stirring something in a large pot on the stove, while Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large stack of parchment tickets. When the boys entered the kitchen, he looked up and spread his arms so they could see what he was wearing.
He had on a top that looked like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans. The jeans were a little too big for him, and he had fastened them with a wide leather belt.
"Well?" he asked eagerly. "We're supposed to keep our identities hidden when we go. Do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"
"Yes. Very good," Harry said with a smile.
"Where are Bill, Charlie, and Per, Per, Percy?" George asked, unable to stop himself from letting out another huge yawn.
"They can Apparate, can't they?" Mrs. Weasley said as she put the large pot on the table and began ladling porridge into bowls. "So they can sleep a little longer."
"And the two girls?"
"Look, here they come."
Hermione and Ginny slowly walked out of their room. Although the two of them had gotten a little unpleasant with each other yesterday for certain reasons, they had quickly made up and slept in the same room. Now that they had woken up, no one knew what they had said to each other or what agreement they had reached, but they were no longer at each other's throats. Instead, each of them hugged one of Harry's arms, looking strangely harmonious.
Seeing this, Mrs. Weasley said with meaningful interest, "Harry really is popular. Good grades, handsome, kind, and the savior of the wizarding world. There must be many young witches who like you."
Before Harry could answer, Ginny and Hermione each spoke up in turn.
"That's right. There are always some shameless girls trying to get close to Harry, especially those Slytherin witches. They clearly say they hate Gryffindor wizards the most!"
"Exactly. Those frivolous witches keep pestering Harry, like Pansy from Slytherin. She has no shame at all!"
Mrs. Weasley listened with great interest, while Harry felt somewhat restless. There was nothing he could do. This was what happened when someone was too outstanding. Strange girls always came to bother him.
Although Harry had gained plenty of experience dealing with girls like that in the multiverse, he still could not quite get used to it.
Holding Harry's arm, Ginny was still very sleepy. She rubbed her eyes and asked in confusion, "Why do we have to get up so early?"
"We have a bit of walking to do," Mr. Weasley said.
"Walking?" Hermione asked. "What, are we walking to the World Cup?"
"No, no, that would be far too distant," Mr. Weasley said with a laugh. "We only need to walk a short way, then we'll use a Portkey to go directly there."
"What sort of thing is a Portkey?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Ah, all kinds of things," Mr. Weasley said. "Of course, they're all made to look inconspicuous so Muggles won't pick them up and play with them. They'll just think someone tossed them aside."
Everyone immediately left the Burrow. They trudged along a dark, damp path with some difficulty. Everything around them was silent, and all they could hear were their own footsteps.
As they passed through a patch of woods, the sky slowly brightened a little. The original pitch-black darkness gradually turned a deep blue.
Hermione's hands and feet were frozen stiff, so Harry created a Warming Charm that made them comfortable again.
After that, everyone began climbing a hill.
The mountain path was not easy to walk on. Every now and then, their feet would catch on hidden rabbit holes, or they would slip on dark, slimy blades of grass. They had no spare breath for conversation.
Although Harry had once roamed freely through the endless universe, this scene still felt interesting to him. It carried the warmth of being accompanied by family.
Ginny's physical condition was still too weak. Every breath made her chest ache faintly, and her legs gradually became too heavy to move.
When she could not keep going, Harry used a Levitation Charm to make her float beside him and carried her forward that way.
Before long, the group finally stepped onto level ground.
"Well," Mr. Weasley said, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his golf shirt while panting. "Excellent. We're right on time. Ten minutes to spare. Now we need to find the Portkey."
Everyone spread out and began searching separately.
Relying on his powerful spiritual senses, Harry quickly found something that contained spatial magic fluctuations, an old, worn-out boot.
After everyone gathered around it, two more people arrived.
One of them was an employee of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, named Amos Diggory.
Harry did not know this man, but he did know the man's son, Cedric Diggory.
Cedric was a seventeen-year-old wizard, very handsome, and one of the most famous students at Hogwarts after Harry himself.
At the same time, he was also the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
After seeing Harry, Cedric became very excited. He came to Harry's side and said enthusiastically, "Harry, are you taking part in this Quidditch World Cup? With your skill, you'd be among the very best even at the World Cup."
Harry had once considered participating in the Quidditch World Cup as a way to relax, but after he and Dumbledore started working together to reform the wizarding world, he had no time to compete while facing pressure from the entire wizarding world.
So he shook his head and denied it. "I'm not participating. I'm only going as a spectator this time."
Amos looked at Harry curiously. His son had mentioned this boy in front of him many times.
Of course, Amos had also learned a great deal about this boy from the Ministry of Magic. He knew this boy had angered the Minister of Magic and the other higher-ups.
Minister Fudge had even claimed that Harry was the next Dark Lord. The savior becoming a Dark Lord, how ridiculous.
Amos did not believe that. Even though Harry and Dumbledore wanted to reform the wizarding world, Amos did not think reform was a bad thing, especially since his son had grown a great deal recently because of Hogwarts' new system.
Amos greeted Harry kindly and nodded. "Hello, Harry. I'm Cedric's father. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hello, Mr. Amos."
Once everyone had gathered around the old boot, Mr. Weasley turned to look at the young wizards and instructed them, "All you need to do is touch the Portkey. Like this. Just stretch out one finger."
Since everyone was carrying a bulging backpack, it took some effort for all nine people to crowd around the old boot Amos Diggory was holding.
They stood there in a tight circle. A cool breeze blew across the hilltop, and no one spoke.
Harry suddenly thought that if a Muggle happened to walk past at that moment, this scene would look extremely strange.
Nine people, two of them adults, standing in the dim light while gripping a shabby old boot and quietly waiting.
"Three," Mr. Weasley whispered, one eye fixed on his pocket watch. "Two. One."
In an instant, Harry felt as though a hook had caught him somewhere behind the navel and yanked him forward with irresistible force. His feet left the ground, and he flew.
The feeling made him very uncomfortable. It was far too crude a method of spatial manipulation, so he quietly modified the spatial power acting on his own body.
A moment later, everyone opened their eyes. Ron staggered and collapsed onto the ground, nearly fainting.
Hermione and Ginny also felt extremely uncomfortable, so Harry gave each of them a Reviving Charm to help them recover. Mr. Weasley and the others looked at the scene with smiles and joked, "A very refreshing feeling, isn't it? We were the same the first time we used a Portkey. I even threw up."
After Hermione and the other young wizards recovered, the group continued forward under Mr. Weasley's lead.
At last, they arrived at a broad stretch of desolate, mist-shrouded moor.
In front of them stood two exhausted-looking, gloomy-faced wizards. One of them held a large gold watch, while the other held a thick roll of parchment and a quill.
Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they were terrible at it. There were many flaws in their outfits, and they did not look like Muggles at all.
The man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit jacket on top, but below it, he was wearing a pair of thigh-high rubber waders.
His colleague wore a Highland kilt and a South American poncho.
"Morning, Basil," Mr. Weasley said, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard in the kilt.
The man threw it into a large box beside him, which was full of used Portkeys.
Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty soda can, and a football riddled with holes.
"Hello, Arthur," Basil said tiredly. "Give me a moment. Let me see where your campsite is. Weasley. Weasley. Found it. About a quarter mile that way. First field ahead. The campsite manager is Mr. Roberts."
"Thank you, Basil," Mr. Weasley said, beckoning everyone to follow him.
Everyone crossed the deserted moor. In the thick fog, they could barely see anything.
After walking for about twenty minutes, a gate gradually appeared before them, followed by a small stone cottage.
A man stood at the door of the stone cottage. After they spoke with him, the group was assigned a tent.
They walked across the mist-covered field, passing between two long rows of tents.
Most of the tents looked fairly ordinary. Their owners had clearly gone to some trouble to make them look as much like Muggle tents as possible. But some had accidentally gone too far and ruined the effect by adding chimneys, bellpulls, or weather vanes, making them look completely out of place.
Seeing this, Harry's desire to reform the wizarding world became even stronger.
A wizarding world so cut off from the times was truly deformed.
The group arrived at the edge of the woods at the far end of the field. There was an open space there, with a small sign stuck into the ground. It read: Weasley.
"This spot couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily. "The pitch is just on the other side of the woods. Couldn't be closer."
He slipped his backpack from his shoulder. "All right," he said excitedly. "Strictly speaking, we are not allowed to use magic, since so many of us have come onto Muggle land. We'll have to put up the tent by hand. It shouldn't be too difficult. Muggles do it this way all the time. Now then, Harry, where do you think we should start?"
Harry had set up tents before when he went camping with Gwen, so under his guidance, everyone quickly raised a two-person tent.
One tent obviously could not hold an entire family, but no one had any doubts about it. After all, everyone knew about the Undetectable Extension Charm.
The group walked into the tent, and sure enough, the space inside was very large. It was an old-fashioned three-bedroom setup.
However, the environment inside the tent was not good. There was a sharp, musty smell that lingered everywhere.
Harry was very dissatisfied with this sort of living environment. He took his suitcase out from his Pocket dimension, opened it, and placed it in front of everyone with a smile.
"I have a feeling you may not like staying here. I have a better place."
Under Harry's lead, everyone entered the space inside the suitcase with him.
After climbing down, they saw a vast wilderness, and in the center of that wilderness stood a castle.
They looked up at the sky and then at the rivers around them. If they had not known for certain that this was Harry's suitcase, they would have thought they were in some scenic resort.
Mr. Weasley said in shock, "Harry, did you build all of this?"
He himself was not exactly a law-abiding wizard, so of course he did not question Harry's private use of the Undetectable Extension Charm. He was merely shocked that Harry could create such a realistic world.
There were not many people in the entire wizarding world who could reach this level.
Harry nodded and brought everyone into the castle. "There are different rooms here. You can choose whichever rooms you like. Of course, if you prefer the outside, you can also return to the tent."
Naturally, no one returned to the tent. They all stayed inside Harry's suitcase.
The next day, Harry was once again woken by the gentle Mrs. Weasley. Everyone straightened their clothes, changed into the uniforms of different teams, and walked out of the tent.
Today, the Quidditch match officially began.
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