A Hogwarts dissertation guide

Hermione only felt that she had just laid down in the room, and before she had slept for a while, she was woken up by James and Sirius.

"It's time to go, Hermione," they said softly as they stood outside the door.

Hermione got up after changing into clothes that were more convenient for movement. It was still dark outside.When she came to the corridor, Harry was also awakened by James and Sirius. He was adjusting his eyes on the bridge of his nose and mumbling something vaguely.

"What, it's already time?" Hermione finally heard what Harry was mumbling.

They went downstairs into the living room, still yawning and stretching.

James was sitting on the sofa, leaning over the coffee table, checking a large ticket made of parchment.As Hermione and Harry came downstairs, he raised his head and spread his arms so they could see what he was wearing.He was wearing a smart black tuxedo that fit him perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made.

"How is it?" he asked with a smile, "Lily ordered this for me before," he sighed, "It's a pity that she can no longer see it."

"Mummy will be happy if she knows that," Harry said with relief.

"We could have apparated over there," Sirius walked out of the restaurant, holding two plates with sandwiches on them, "but considering you don't know how to apparate yet, and you haven't adapted to phantoms yet. It feels like apparating, so we’re going to use the portkey to get there.”

"Portkey?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, otherwise why would the Ministry of Magic gather so many people in the wilderness? This is the largest sports event in four years. Tens of thousands of wizards from all over the world came to watch." James said excitedly, "In the past I’ve always wanted to participate, but the format at the time didn’t allow it.”

"Don't worry, isn't it just right now?" Sirius said with a smile.

"Yeah, thanks to Fudge for the tickets." James stuffed the parchment tickets into his pocket, which made his pockets bulge. "It's still a top-level box."

They had a simple sandwich in the living room when there was a knock on the door.

"It's someone from the Ministry of Magic." Sirius lifted a bed curtain and looked outside. A wizard in a light gray formal suit was standing in front of the door, with a suitcase in his right hand.

"I'll go." Sirius said, walking towards the door.

Not long after, he came back from the door. There was no one behind him, but he had a suitcase in his hand.

"Portkey." Sirius patted the suitcase and said with a smile.

James pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, "It looks like we can save a lot of effort."

"He said the portkey will activate in five minutes," Sirius said, placing the suitcase on the coffee table and pushing the plate aside.

Opening the clasp of the suitcase, a worn silver mirror appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this a portkey?" Harry asked doubtfully. "It looks like it's just a piece of junk."

"Of course, portkeys always look like inconspicuous things, so that Muggles won't pick them up and play with them... They will think that they are carelessly discarded by others." Sirius said with a smile, "But I think maybe they The original plan was for us to find it ourselves, but then they arranged for someone to be sent to our home.”

"We'd better come here quickly, Harry and Hermione." James stood up and called the children to come around.

Before Harry knew what to do, Hermione had already put a finger on the worn silver mirror.

"Put your finger on it," James said, tapping Harry on the shoulder. "Sirius, come here too."

They stood in a circle around the coffee table in the living room, no one spoke.But Harry was very confused as to why they were so stupid.

It's too late, it's too soon.

They seemed to feel a hook behind their navels, jerking forward with irresistible momentum, and they lifted their feet off the ground and flew up.Their shoulders bumped together and they flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly.

His fingers stuck tightly to the silver mirror, as if the silver mirror had a magnetic force, pulling them over, pulling them over, and then——

Their feet hit the ground hard, and Harry staggered to the side, but James caught him in time.The portkey fell into the open space beside them.

James and Sirius' hair was blown into a messy mess and they had to scratch it with their hands to look presentable before meeting the other wizards.

Hermione, on the other hand, was prepared early. She specially sprayed a lot of hairspray before setting off, which made her hairstyle very firm.

They began to look at the place in front of them, which looked like a large desolate, foggy swamp. In front of them, stood two tired and gloomy wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch. The other held a thick roll of parchment and a quill.Both of them dressed up like Muggles, but they weren't very good at it.

Far inferior to James and Sirius.

The man holding the gold watch wore a woolen suit on his upper body and a pair of thigh-high women's boots underneath.His colleague wore a Scottish-style kilt and a Native American animal-print cloak.

"Oh! Basil?" James looked at the wizard in front of him and was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook hands with him with a smile and said, "Long time no see."

"Hello, James." Basil said tiredly, but his eyes lit up when he saw James and others, "We have been guarding here all night, we are exhausted... Tens of thousands of wizards came from all over the world Come here... a large group of people will come from the Black Forest soon..."

His colleague patted his shoulder and took the roster from his hand, "Your camp is at the first camp. The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. He will tell you the specific address. Walk forward about a quarter of a mile. .”

"Thank you." James said, and he led everyone to follow him forward.

Everyone walked through the desolate swamp, and could hardly see anything in the thick fog. Sirius and James kept their hands in their pockets, obviously always alert to their surroundings.

After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of us, and then a small stone house.Harry could just make out hundreds of grotesque tents behind the stone house, rising up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched toward a dark forest of trees on the horizon.

There was a man standing at the door of the stone house, looking at the tents.Apparently he was the Mr. Roberts the previous wizard had called him, and he appeared to be a Muggle - the only Muggle on the property.

As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned and looked at them.

"Good morning."