Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

August was about to pass halfway. This afternoon, after finishing all the housework, Harry came to the living room and looked at Moon.

"Uncle, are you sure you don't want to go?"

Mu En just sat on the sofa and waved her hand without looking back.

If it was a concert, maybe he would want to go, but if it was Quidditch, forget it.

"Okay." Harry nodded, said goodbye to Moon, and then walked out of Moonlight Castle.

He went to Hermione's house first, and the two had already made an appointment.

After taking Hermione with them, the two headed to the village of Ottery Saint Catchpole in Devon.

That's where the Weasley family lives.

After confirming that Uncle Moon would not go, and even being advised by Moon to go and have fun, Harry wrote letters to his elders or classmates.

Among them, Lupine said that he was very busy at work, and Sirius said that it was inconvenient.

Only Neville accepted his invitation and said that the Weasley family also got tickets, and Ron also invited him over, so why not come together?

After some communication, Mrs. Weasley invited Harry over in an elder-like way that could not be refused.

In the village of St. Catchpore, it obviously rained here today. It was a bit cold outside the village. There were water droplets hanging on the weeds everywhere. The top of the mountain in the distance was so foggy that nothing could be seen clearly.

Harry and Hermione waited for a moment outside the path by the roadside, and then saw five figures walking over.

Fred George, and Ron and Ginny, and Neville.

"You are finally here." Fred George came over and tilted his head: "Mom has made dinner, come on. After dinner we will go to the World Cup."

"Is it just you two?" Ron walked closer and looked around.

"You're here again, Ron." Fred George rolled his eyes at him helplessly: "There won't be any stalkers, okay?"

"That's not necessarily true." Ron curled his lips.

"Hello, Harry." Ginny greeted Harry: "Don't mind, Ron has been like this since he came home during the summer vacation. He always looks around when he comes."

"This is for safety, safety." Ron couldn't help but emphasize, his face a little red.

"Okay, okay, safety first, we get it." Fred George said in unison, leading the two of them forward.

It wasn't long before they came across the Weasley family's house.

I have to say that this house really stands out from the crowd, and it is similar to Moonlight Castle. It is also made up of many houses stacked together, but most of them here are piles of stone houses, while Moonlight Castle has many wooden houses and gun pipes. There is only vertical direction here, while Moonlight Castle is fuller.

"This is the Burrow." Fred introduced: "I've always suspected that this place used to be a pigsty."

As he said that, he raised his feet and drove away some fat chickens that came over in the yard, shouting: "Hey, fat chicken, the person who killed your aunt is my mother, go and cause trouble for her."

There were still a few broken boots and old cauldrons in the yard. The ground was a little muddy, and with the smell of rain in the air, to be honest, Harry felt very comfortable here.

Mrs. Weasley came out, just as Harry had first seen her, a plump old woman with a kind face.

"Oh, Harry, Hermione, you guys are here." She hugged the two of them for a moment, then pulled them into the house.

The kitchen was small and quite crowded, with a clean wooden table and a few chairs in the middle.

The wall clock on the opposite wall has many needles and no numbers. The clock has words like "make tea", "feed the chickens", "you're going to be late".

Suddenly, the hands jumped, and one of the hands jumped from "work" to "on the road", and then an owl ran out from the wall clock and cooed twice.

"Oh, Arthur, he'll be right back," Mrs. Weasley said.

Apparently, everyone in this family has a unique pointer.

Harry looked at the fireplace again, where there were three books, "Magic for Your Cheese", "The Magic of Toast", and "Conjure a Feast!"

"Oh, this book won't attract you." Fred said with a smile, followed by George: "If you are willing to become a master chef, let's talk about it."

"I've read them all." Harry smiled. Without these books, he would not have had the right to make breakfast.

George raised his eyebrows in surprise: "It seems that you are more surprising than Miss Granger."

"Don't say such rude things." Mrs. Weasley hit him on the head with a spoon.

"By the way, Harry, can you drive?"

"What do you want to do?" Mrs. Weasley returned to the stove and started working, but her tone was still stern.

"Don't drive around in that car."

"Mom, it's been on display at the show, it's legal."

"But it didn't say that it's legal to drive around in it. Just be honest. Don't cause any more trouble for your father."

"Okay, okay." Fred curled his lips: "It seems there is nothing to play with."

Just as he was talking, two more figures came down from upstairs.

Bill and Charlie.

"Potter, long time no see." Charlie is extremely strong, with tendons all over his body, and you can see a scar on his face. You don't have to think about it, it was scratched by a dragon.

"Long time no see, Charlie, Bill." Harry shook hands with the two of them, and then they turned their attention to Hermione.

"Where's Percy?"

"Tsk, of course he is busy, maybe he has already gone to the World Cup." Fred twisted his mouth and looked at Harry: "If you meet him then, don't discuss current affairs with him, otherwise he will annoy you to death, as if he has all the power in the world."

"At least better than you two." Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but warn: "At least he is very serious."

Fred and George looked at each other, then shrugged and stopped talking.

Ron hurriedly took Harry and the others out of the kitchen, and when he came to the yard, he began to explain.

After returning home, Fred and George still did not stop their research on joke props, and then it was obvious that one day, Molly was angry, especially when she knew that they had spent more than a year studying that damn pocket watch.

Their OWLs results were not ideal, so Molly asked them what they were going to do in the future, and Fred and George said that they wanted to have a joke prop workshop in the future.

This made Molly even angrier, thinking that they were ignorant. Fred and George were also anxious, and they said in unison that they would go to the NEWT advanced class for alchemy.

They had a big fight over this, and in Ron's words, it was the most serious fight he had ever seen, but no one was willing to back down.

As he was talking, Harry saw a figure walking outside the yard.

It was Mr. Arthur Weasley who was coming back from get off work.

Mr. Weasley was not arrogant at all, and Harry could always feel a gentle aura on him, just like Lupin.

Of course - it was not the case when discussing Muggles.

After dinner and a night's rest, they set off the next morning before dawn.

According to Mr. Weasley, a total of 100,000 wizards will come to the UK for this World Cup, and the coordination of the Ministry of Magic will be a big problem.

In the whole of the UK, more than 200 door keys were placed for wizards who could not Apparate or were unwilling to use Apparate.

The closest one is at Stoat Hill.

On the way, they met Cedric's family again. Cedric and his father, Amos Diggory, worked at the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures.

"Are there any other people?"

"No, the Lovegoods went there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets."

"Luna lives here too?" Harry was a little surprised.

Ron nodded and pointed in the direction they came from: "It's on the hill next to the Burrow."

The group moved very quickly. After arriving at the place, it took a few minutes to find a pair of tattered boots. If anyone saw it, they would definitely say it was a damn litterer, and would not think of it as a magic prop.

This was the first time Harry used a portkey. Everyone gathered together and grabbed this thing with their hands.

As the countdown ended, a feeling of dizziness suddenly appeared.

Harry stood steadily in place, helped Hermione up, and pulled Ron's hands off him.

"In the morning, seven minutes after five, from Stoat Hill!" A voice appeared.

After calming down, Ron began to observe his surroundings vigilantly.

"You said that accidents are very likely to happen at such a grand event, right!" Ron said to Harry confidently while looking around.

"Anyway, vigilance is a good habit." Harry thought about it and reminded: "But don't let it affect your good mood to go out and play."

"You're right." Ron nodded, but his eyes were still glancing around, as if if anyone was given a suspicious signal by him, they would be stared at to death.

The place they came to was very much like a large desolate, foggy swamp.

In front of Harry stood two exhausted and gloomy wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch and the other was holding a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they were not good at it.

"Good morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley picked up the boot and handed it to one of the wizards. The man threw it into a large box beside him, which was full of used door keys. Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty can and a football with holes all over it.

"Hello, Arthur," he said tiredly: "Not on duty, huh? Some people are really lucky... We have been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, a large group of people will come from the Black Forest at 5:15.

Wait a minute, I'll find where your camp is... Weasley... Weasley..." He searched on the parchment list. "Walk about a quarter of a mile, the first camp in front is it. The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. Diggory... You are in the second camp... Find Mr. Payne."

"Hello, where is Mr. Jones's camp?" Harry asked.

"I'll find it next to the Weasleys. You all have first-class box tickets, go quickly."

"Okay." Harry nodded: "Then where is Lovegood? Can you tell me?"

"I'll look for it."

After a while, Harry found the Lovegood family's camp.

Facing Hermione's puzzled eyes, Harry waved the ticket in his hand.

"Obviously, we have a lot of free seats, don't we?"

Luna and her friends came a week ago, and apparently, their tickets were not that good.