Harry Potter and Shafik

52 Quidditch World Cup
Harry lay stretched out on the bed, wheezing, as if he had been running just now.He woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face.Under his finger, the lightning-shaped scar burned as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.

He sat up, covering his scar with one hand, and fumbling with the other in the dark for his glasses on the bedside table.He put on his glasses, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clearer. The light from the street lamp outside the window passed through the curtains, covering the bedroom with a hazy orange-red soft light.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, it still hurt badly.He turned on the lamp beside him, got out of bed, walked across the room, opened the wardrobe, and looked at the mirror on the inside of the cabinet door.A thin 14-year-old boy looked at him in the mirror, with green, bewildered eyes beneath tousled black hair.Harry looked more closely at the scar on his forehead in the mirror. There was nothing unusual about it, but it still hurt terribly.

Harry tried to remember what had happened in his dream.Everything was so real... There were two people he knew and one he didn't know... He frowned, concentrated his thoughts, and tried to remember...

A dimly lit room loomed before him...a snake lying on the hearth-rug...a small man named Peter, nicknamed Wormtail...and a cold, high-pitched voice... ...that was Voldemort's voice.Harry felt as if a piece of ice had slipped into his stomach when he thought of this guy...

He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember what Voldemort looked like, but couldn't... Harry only knew that when Voldemort's chair turned around, when he - Harry - saw what was sitting in it, He only felt a great fear, and woke up suddenly... Maybe, it was because his scar suddenly hurt?

Also, who is that old man?There must have been an old man, Harry saw him fall to the ground.Alas, it's getting more and more chaotic.Harry buried his face in his hands, preventing himself from seeing the bedroom, trying desperately to lose himself in the dimly lit room, however, it was like trying to hold water in his hands, the more he tried to catch those details, the more they The faster it slipped through his fingers... Voldemort and Wormtail were talking about killing a man, but Harry couldn't remember the name... They were plotting to kill another ...that's him!
He closed his eyes for a while and rubbed his head.

Harry Potter looked around, and after confirming that this was the Shafik Manor, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Since the summer vacation, Harry left his aunt's house after breakfast in the morning, took the subway to London, and took the No. [-] bus to Shafik Manor.When asked where the Shafiq Manor was, the passers-by on the street all showed flattering expressions and showed him the way.

In the first month of the summer vacation, the Shafiq family visited foreign countries.There was only Blake in the house.All Harry does every day is chat with his godfather.Urge him to take medicine.Take the subway back until the evening.

But Harry was tired of this kind of life, and wrote a letter to Old Deng, requesting to move to Shafik Manor.Wait for an affirmative answer.Harry Potter felt a sense of comfort that erupted from the inside out. During the last month, Harry Potter spent every day with Sirius Black in Shafik Manor without getting tired.

Half a month before leaving school, the visiting Shafik family finally came back.There was an incomprehensible tiredness on everyone's face except Mr. Shafiq.

Daphne is such a haunting little goblin.Hilbert felt that he had lost all his money.

Hilbert left the room after three days of recuperation.At the dinner of the Shafik family, I met Harry Potter and Taoist Lingxu.

Mr. Shafiq got up and gave a toast. "Today, let us welcome Hogwarts Professor Lingxu and the savior Mr. Harry Potter. Cheers to the health of both of them."

The difference from the Hogwarts banquet is that there are several more Chinese dishes on the table, and the whole table is mainly healthy and light.

Some meat didn't arrive until the end.

Everyone at the table was eating quietly.Not the slightest noise.

After eating, Hilbert and Harry walked on the cobblestone path outside.Harry said suddenly, "When are you taking me to meet your grandmother?"

"Saturday. How's it feel here? Harry!"

"It's heaven compared to the Dursleys!"

"As long as you like it! The Quidditch World Cup starts next week, Harry. Would you like to go see it with us?"

"The Quidditch World Cup?"

"The most important sport in the wizarding world, Quidditch is governed by the Department of Magical Sports and Sports under the Ministry of Magic.

Magicians ride broomsticks to fight for each other in the air, not only avoiding the "bludger", but also trying to find a way to score with the "Quaffle", while the seeker has to keep an eye on the "golden snitch" movement.The side who throws the "Quaffle" can get 10 points, and the one who catches the "Golden Snitch" can get 150 points. Quidditch in the wizarding world has no game time limit, only when the "Golden Snitch" is caught. It takes one game to finish. "Hilbert took the trouble to explain to Harry.

"It is said that the Irish and Bulgarian teams will participate this year. I am more optimistic about the Bulgarian team, because Bulgaria has a master - Viktor Krum! He is victorious in every battle."

"How do we get there?"

"Just take my father's carriage."

"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed suddenly, as a small gray tennis ball with feathers slammed into his head.Harry angrily rubbed the sore place, looked up, and saw an owl slightly smaller than Hedwig, so small that he could hold it in the palm of his hand.It was so excited that it flew around the room like a burning flame.Only then did Harry realize that the owl had just dropped a letter at his feet.Harry bent down, recognized Ron's handwriting, and tore open the envelope.Inside was a scribbled text message.hilbert leans over
It says.

Harry - Daddy's got the ticket - Ireland v Bulgaria.Monday night.Mum is writing to the Muggles inviting you to live with us.They've probably gotten the letter, I don't know how fast Muggles deliver it.I think I'll send Piggy to deliver this letter to you anyway.Piggy was the owl, Ginny had named it.

"It seems that the Weasleys are more anxious to let you go to them than I am!"

"Sorry Hill, I don't know!"

"It's okay, I'll take you to meet my grandmother tomorrow, and I'll pack up and send you to the Burrow the day after tomorrow!"

"Okay~_~!"

(End of this chapter)