v4 Chapter 13： Set up a tent the Muggle way (2 in 1)

It was still early, and even the moon was still hanging high in the night sky, and the air was cold, and breathing in it made my lungs hurt. At first, Harry would have a chat with Mr. Weasley. But later, Harry also shut his mouth and trudged down the muddy country road.

The surroundings were all silent, not even the chirping of birds, only the footsteps of a group of people could be heard. By the time they passed through the village, it was a little brighter, and the moon was gone. At this point, Tom only felt cold in his palms.

They finally arrived at the place where the door key was dropped: Ferret Mountain.

When you climb up the mountain, the hike just now won't be difficult. Unlike those well-developed scenic mountains, Baiyou Mountain is a barren mountain. Naturally, no one builds roads in the barren mountains, and everyone can only crawl upwards with one foot deep and one shallow foot. The sky was dark and the ground underfoot could not be seen clearly, and the mud on the hillside became muddy due to the rain, making it extremely difficult for everyone to travel.

Every time Tom took a breath, there was a tingling in his chest, and the cold air finally hurt his lungs. Hermione was not far behind him, pale, one hand gripping the front of her shirt tightly. When Tom turned his head, he saw a thin layer of mist around her head.

He glanced at Mr. Granger's position with a guilty conscience, and found that he was at the front of the line with Mr. Weasley, and he and Hermione happened to be at the end of the line. So he slowed down, waited for Hermione to approach, and gently took her hand.

"It saves some effort."

Hermione didn't say much, just nodded silently.

In this way, Tom held Hermione, and the two of them climbed to the top of the mountain little by little. After holding Hermione's hand, it seemed like a wonderful chemical reaction had occurred, Tom gained more vitality, and his abdomen was not so hot.

Soon, Tom was on the flat ground, and they finally reached the top of the mountain.

"There are ten minutes left, let's find out...it shouldn't be very big..." Mr. Weasley wiped the mist from his glasses and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

There are two types of door keys. A door key that teleports whoever touches it to its destination at a specific time. This year's Quidditch World Cup used timed portal keys. This door key can only be used once and risks being missed, but can teleport many people at once.

The other kind of door key is very pitiful. Tom has always wondered why someone invented this magic tool. This door key will be teleported instantly when someone touches it. This kind of door key can be used multiple times, but it is more difficult to teleport multiple people, because these people need to touch the door key at the same time. Both door keys will follow the user to their destination. For instant teleport door keys, retouching teleports the person back to the destination.

In Tom's view, the second kind of door key is more like a trap. Why is it set to trigger? What's the difference between this and laying a mine? Artificially create a trap card?

The biggest possibility is that the first door key invented was the second type. Because the defects were too large, the wizards made improvements and made the first type of door key.

Ten minutes, whether it was long or short, everyone hurriedly searched around for the door key.

Tom was also running around like a headless fly. The description of the door key is very abstract. A thing can be called "inconspicuous", which means that it is inconspicuous, difficult to find, and easy to be ignored.

But they were about to find it now in a bleak sky.

Tom is very fortunate that there shouldn't be many people climbing up Ferret Mountain, so there is no garbage, and he doesn't need to be tangled in a pile of junk. He walked up and down and came to the other side of the top of the mountain when something tripped him under his feet.

Tom looked down and saw an old, moldy boot.

Intuition told him that it should be.

He straightened up and shouted at Mr. Weasley, "I might have found it!"

Shouts cut through the night sky and echoed in the mountains.

"Boy, what you found is indeed the door key." The first man who appeared in Tom's sight was a man with a short brown beard. The man behind him, Tom knew, was Cedric Diggory, the captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff College Quidditch team.

Looking at the broken boots in front of him, Tom felt that sooner or later the wizarding world would make some trouble with the portkey. [Note] Ferret Mountain is a wilderness, and the drawbacks of the door key are not obvious enough, but in places where Muggle activities are a little more frequent, the problem of the door key is very big. As we all know, where Muggles often travel, there will be a lot of **** accumulated, and the appearance of the door key just happens to be tattered.

If you have a **** pile in front of you, and your door key happens to be nearby, how do you find your door key among hundreds of pieces of junk?

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley trotted over, seemingly meeting an acquaintance.

"Arthur!"

The two middle-aged men hugged each other.

After Mr. Weasley's introduction, Tom learned that the brown beard was named Amos Diggory and worked in the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures.

As for Cedric, everyone knows him.

Ginny and Hermione couldn't help but look at each other as he came out from behind his father.

"Hi," Cedric looked at everyone, "Hello."

Tom, Fred and others also waved.

In the final in the rain, Ravenclaw replaced Hufflepuff, Cedric did not "win", and did not form a relationship with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, so Fred, George and Cedric have a good relationship.

After a few chats, Mr. Weasley introduced the people present to Amos, "The red-haired one is my child, Fred...George? Ron, Ginny." I'm definitely going to play the name stalk with George, but the two of them are not in the mood today.

"Here are the Grangers and their daughter, Hermione. This lad is a good friend of Tom, Fred and George - this is Harry, Ron's friend."

When he saw the Grangers, Amos Diggory hesitated. He instinctively thought that the Grangers should be Muggles, but he couldn't ask them directly, because it was very impolite. However, his attention was immediately attracted by the name behind it.

His eyes widened. "Harry? Harry Potter? And Tom Yodel?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, he was used to the curious look when people met for the first time, and the scar on his forehead, which made him very uncomfortable. But today seems a little different?

Today, although he is still receiving attention, this attention has been scattered, and Mr. Diggory also paid attention to another person.

Tom Yoder: ?

He's really not used to it.

"Ah, yes, that's right..." Tom's eyes blinked quickly.

"Oh my gosh!" Diggory was obviously more interested in Tom, Harry was like a punch point, every wizard wanted to see what "The Boy Who Lived" looked like. Tourists take photos at check-in points and leave, as do wizards, as if making achievements.

Tom is different. He is like a tourist attraction, and it is not acceptable to walk to the door and take a photo.

"So you really fought off hundreds of Dementors at once?" Amos was curious.

"Strictly speaking, Hermione and I fought back together, and the Patronus we summoned changed." Tom corrected Amos' mistake. He didn't know why, but everyone thought he was the one who fought off the dementors and ignored Hermione.

"Ha! Awesome!" Mr. Diggory gave Tom a thumbs up. "You two will definitely be added to the Chocolate Frogs."

"Thank you for the compliment." Tom and Hermione thanked them from the bottom of their hearts.

"Included in the Chocolate Frogs" may sound comical, but it's actually a great honor in the wizarding world. Wizards have existed for so long, and only one hundred and four can be included in Chocolate Frog. By the way, only the famous black wizards of modern times are not included, and the chocolate frogs are all accepted for ancient wizards, regardless of whether they are good or evil.

In other words, to be included in the chocolate frog cartoon shows that you have a great influence in the wizarding world. Dumbledore once said in a joking tone that as long as I don't remove me from the Chocolate Frog picture, anything will do, which is true.

Tom and Hermione, according to the standard can be included. Because their two patron saints are very special, one is a magical animal three-headed dog, and the other has no specific shape, but it can be merged with the three-headed dog patron saint. These two points are enough to be included in the picture. The only dispute is whether they should be listed separately or share a picture.

Tom's attitude was: if possible, please put me and Hermione in a picture.

The only two-person card in this row, Tom was excited just thinking about it.

"Can you—"

"Dad!" Mr. Diggory wanted to say more, but was interrupted by his son. Cedric knew his dad very well, he knew what his dad was thinking. Amos wants to see Tom and Hermione's patron saint in person.

In a way, Amos isn't quite as daring as he seems.

"It's almost time," said Mr. Weasley, quickly changing the subject. "Anyone else around here?"

There are four families of wizards living in Ferret Mountain: the Weasley family, the Lovegood family, the Fawcett family and the Diggory family. The Lovegoods went to the World Cup a week ago. The Fawcetts didn’t get tickets, and the other two are here, so no one really will come here.

"Everyone is in your place, there's one more minute..." Arthur looked at Tom and the others who were using the portkey for the first time. "You just need to reach out and touch the portkey with one finger."

Everyone was struggling to form a circle. Since everyone was carrying a large backpack, there were still a lot of people, so it really took a lot of effort.

Looking at Mr. Granger crowded beside him, Arthur suddenly remembered that he forgot to tell Mr. Granger about the sickness key.

Door-sickness is a disease caused by traveling with a door-key, somewhat Muggle-like motion sickness, caused by a mismatch between the movement seen by the human eye and the movement felt by the vestibular system. The main symptoms are nausea and hysteria. Closing your eyes can effectively prevent and relieve the symptoms of key sickness.

"By the way, remember to close your eyes when you use the door key." He said loudly, making sure that everyone present could hear it.

As soon as the voice fell, the time had come.

Tom went through an excruciating torture: he felt a hook snap wildly forward behind his belly button until his feet were off the ground and into the air.

This kind of feeling, once experienced, I don't want to feel it again. Tom felt like a piece of bacon that was hooked up, swaying in the wind, and Hermione next to him squeezed with him, and then——

Tom's feet were pounding on the ground, and his head slammed into the limp mass. With the help of others, he fell, and the door key fell not far away.

Tom's head was suddenly pushed away, and he fell to the ground. When he looked up, he found that almost everyone had fallen, and Hermione was beside him, rubbing her stomach - it should be her stomach, and staring at him with some dissatisfaction.

"At 5:07, from the Ferret Mountain." A tired voice came from not far away.

There were two wizards talking, one holding a large gold watch and the other holding a roll of parchment. The two of them tried to dress up as Muggles, but it backfired, and the two of them dressed... very freely.

After recovering the portkey, the wizard with the parchment began to search for their camp on the list.

"Weasley...here, a quarter of a mile forward, the first field, the caretaker is Roberts, and so is the Grangers. Diggory is in the second field, looking for Mr. Payne."

Mr. Weasley thanked him and walked towards the camp. The others followed, clutching their stomachs, and Tom judged by Mr. Granger's pale face that the experience just now was by no means a good memory for him.

On the way, Tom looked around, and they were now in a desolate, misty swamp. The Wizards World Cup can only be held away from Muggles. It is not easy to find such a piece of land in the UK. Countries such as Brazil, Argentina, the United States, Canada, and Russia are more suitable for hosting the World Cup.

It took them nearly twenty minutes to cross this swamp. After passing through the swamp, a small stone house appeared in everyone's eyes. There was a gentle **** behind the stone house, and thousands of tents of various shapes were dotted on it, extending all the way to the black forest at the end of the horizon. Here, they parted with Diggory and his son and walked towards the stone house.

A real Muggle stood at the door of the stone house, looking out over the tents.

"Here," said Mr. Weasley excitedly, "I must pitch my tent the Muggle way today!"

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Four thousand words chapter!

Note: There really was a door key accident in 2003.

Push a friend's book~

"As a matchmaker, I'm not convinced by anyone" Author: Er Snake

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In order to transmit a large number of people under the circumstance of secrecy, door keys are usually made of inconspicuous items and placed in relatively remote places. This prevents passing Muggles from inadvertently picking them up. However, there have been instances in history of Muggles being teleported by portkeys. In 2003, two Muggle dog walkers were accidentally transported to a Cedina Warbeck concert by a door key. At the time, their dog caught an old running shoe in Clapham Park. Meanwhile, a group of miserable witches and wizards are frantically searching the empty lawn for their portkey, picking up bag after bag of chips and cigarette butts hopefully.

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"As a matchmaker, I'm not convinced by anyone"

"The newcomer entered the room, and the matchmaker threw it over the wall."

"I'd rather believe that there are ghosts in the world, but I don't believe that a matchmaker opens her mouth."

"If you don't do it, you don't make a guarantee, you don't have to be a matchmaker for three generations!"

From the above three sentences, we can see how embarrassing the matchmaker is in the eyes of the Chinese people.

Jiang Feng, who had just graduated from university, suddenly had the magical ability to see the matching value of marriage, so he returned to his rural hometown and started his magical career as a matchmaker.

With the help of Jiang Feng, couple after couple became the model couple in the eyes of everyone.

Years later, Jiang Feng, who was already at the top of the industry, suddenly looked back and found that he had unknowingly changed the world's view of matchmakers, greatly improving the industry status of matchmakers, and reducing my country's rising divorce rate.