The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Vernon was going crazy with anger today, who would have thought that the meeting with the wizard would blow up the fireplace in his house...

"I'm sorry for the behavior of George and Fred...Of course, I will educate these two bastards." McGonagall looked at Dudley who had eaten the fat-tongue taffy by mistake, and tried his best Holding back a laugh.

He knelt by the coffee table, a sticky purple-red thing about a foot long came out of his mouth, it was hard to imagine that it was a tongue, Dudley kept retching, shaking the disgusting foot-long thing.

Vernon could only watch helplessly as a group of people entered his relit fireplace one by one in the early morning.

Looking at the flames, the Grangers were terrified, but Klein was quite normal, and he didn't know if he was out of his nerves. He even brushed the discolored flames with his hands curiously.

'Danger?I've seen more dangerous ones...' Klein thought of the tamed dinosaur in the museum, thinking proudly.

"Good-bye--" He looked annoyed at the wand in Arthur Weasley's hand, and said goodbye to Harry in an impatient tone.

To him, it was a joke... a man who blew up his fireplace, to tell him what manners are? !

"Originally we were supposed to come yesterday, but there were too many people going this time, so...Father simply set off together before the start of the World Cup, so that we don't have to run back and forth"

George and Fred hooked Harry's shoulders, while Ginny was still hiding at the back of the crowd, looking curiously at Hermione's parents and Cyrus' father.

"We...should have driven..." Klein was the last one to arrive at the Burrow. His face was covered with ashes, and his nose choked several times due to the dust. "Why don't you use you again?" --teach-teach-magic that you don't even know?"

The Grangers were dizzy, but they were firmly supported by Professor McGonagall behind them.

He seems to be having trouble with Professor McGonagall...

"Come this way, it's getting late... Disrespectful Muggles" McGonagall muttered in a voice that only she could hear. She walked in the front and stood behind St. Catchpole Village. A large swath of shadows.

"If the World Cup comes next time, I will use it." Cyrus silently recorded the coordinates.

Although neither he nor Hermione was using Floo powder for the first time, they were still a bit uncomfortable... Heck, couldn't wizards improve the method?

It's no wonder that ordinary people's first reaction to wizards is 'weird'. A wizard came out of the fireplace, covered in ashes all over his body, no matter who wouldn't have a stereotype!

"Car? Excuse me, was that the kind you were talking about—a car?"

Seeing Arthur full of curiosity and excitement again, Mrs. Weasley couldn't help covering her forehead, she knew... her husband would not be able to settle down with Muggles!

"Of course, I heard... my son said that wizards still ride brooms?" Annie Klein seemed to be showing off.

"It's indeed a broomstick, but I don't like it very much..." Arthur patted his forehead in distress, "Muggle cars are more suitable for me, I can sit in a car with a back chair, and it's much safer in the air than a broom "

His words caught the attention of Mr. Granger.

car?Safer in the air?Did the wizard do something wrong...

"Are you saying it's not an airplane?" Mr. Granger hesitated for a while, but still reminded the increasingly excited Arthur Weasley in a low voice.

"Mr. Weasley made a car that made an ordinary car have exactly the same functions as a broomstick, with a certain degree of self-awareness," Harry explained, remembering what happened before school started a certain year.

It can resist the whipping of the Whomping Willow, does not consume fuel, and will automatically avoid danger...

Braking spells allow the broom to switch from stationary to moving, and each broom company uses them completely differently.

All brooms made by Comet, for example, have the unique Horton-Kage braking charm on them.

The flying spell is to allow the broom to perform a series of simple single-speed flights such as take-off, landing, and stop. With different effects of buffering spells and braking spells...

Cyrus was very puzzled by this, the wizard's skills must be a bit crooked, right? !

"Wait, then why don't we just take the car instead of climbing here?"

Arthur said the sad truth: "It doesn't know where it went... But according to Ron and Harry, it should be hiding in the forbidden forest of the school"

Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Weasley looked at the three old men excitedly talking about Muggle things, and they all looked at each other apologetically. Even the bumpy rabbit holes on the road could not stop their conversation.

Arthur himself was interested in everything about Muggles, Mr. Granger was curious about the wizarding world, and Mr. Klein was really thinking about the popularity of magic items.

Even Hermione had to sigh to Cyrus: "Now you can be sure that you two are definitely father and son..."

"In that case, can your spells be applied to anything?"

Listening to Mr. Weasley's introduction of his "hobbies and spare time" flying car, Klein's eyes lit up, grasping something strange.

"That's right, I actually found that a car is easier than a broom." Arthur glanced at his wife and Professor McGonagall who were walking in the front, and whispered his experience, "But in order to be more perfect, I still made it for a long time."

Several charm patterns carved on a thin broom are much more complicated than patterns carved on a huge car engine.

"I have an idea! Next time you might be able to find a tank... If you have a way, buying an abandoned tank is much cheaper than a luxury car~" Klein's words surprised Mr. Granger.

"Tank? How could you-" Wendell Granger seemed to be looking at an anti-social terrorist.

"It's normal~ My father was a member of the SAS back then. Besides, I'm just curious... What is a tank? Ah, it's just a tracked vehicle." Klein explained to Arthur tactfully.

What about direct firepower and armored vehicles? Klein didn't bother to explain, but simply told the wizard: It's just a car with different wheels!

Even Harry couldn't answer George and Fred carefully, he had a hunch that if he really told them, maybe the Weasley twins would get more excited, so... just the ordinary tracked car at that time.

"Where can I buy it?" At this time, Arthur couldn't pull ten Mrs. Weasley back.

Although he was repeatedly warned by the Ministry of Magic, Arthur immediately became active again when he heard about the new gadget, and he quickly put Fudge's warnings behind him.

This is Cyrus' father?Sure enough... a talented person!

Arthur Weasley suddenly felt that he was the luckiest to have met the Cyrus family: Cyrus helped them out of poverty, and Klein and Klein were friends in interest.

"Buy? If you apply for a job in the Muggle army, I believe they will respect you as their guest of honor." Klein stroked the stubble of his chin, and said seductively, "Flying armored vehicles are much more beautiful than ordinary cars."

"Here we are...don't forget the Secrecy Act! Arthur!" Professor McGonagall glared at the two of them angrily.

But when they climbed to the top of Ferret Mountain, there were already people waiting for them. Molly Weasley greeted the four people in front and said, "Charlie, Bill, are you still here?"

One of the other two was Cedric, who soon spotted Cyrus.

"Amos Diggory is my father. He works in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts...I heard that there was Mr. Newt in the elective class last semester. He was very jealous." Cedric ran over impatiently.

It was a wizard with a short brown beard, roughly dressed, and looked tired enough to find the portkey.

"I've heard of you, and by the way, your potion books are a big hit..." He shook hands with Arthur, and greeted them kindly, with an old hand in his other hand. boots.

"That's right, I have never seen such a cheap potion book so far. I heard that George and the others have made a fortune~"

A stout man walked up to Cyrus, his palms were covered with calluses and scars, his face was weather-beaten, but his smile was sincere.

"Charlie! This is not what you're most interested in...Before that, you liked to chatter about the Norwich Ridgeback at school. After all, there were no fire dragons in the Forbidden Forest before you graduated..."

"Speaking of which, I'm a little envious." Charlie laughed, "But if you like fire dragons, you can bring yours to Romania to find me next time."

But what he envied was not only "there was a fire dragon next door to the school", Cyrus's clean arm without a trace of burnt scar was what he paid more attention to. It was hard to imagine how humans and dragons could live in harmony.

But Amos Diggory soon saw Harry beside Ron again, and he instinctively felt uncomfortable when his curious gaze was fixed on Harry's forehead covered by his hair.

"Who else do we need to wait for?" Professor McGonagall asked calmly.

"No, the Lovegoods left a week early, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets... probably gone." Amos thought about it calmly before giving an affirmative answer.

Except for some officials of the Ministry of Magic, almost all of them need to be purchased, because the Grangers and Klein are the ones who were invited, so the price of buying tickets will be a little lower. The only trouble is Muggle status.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall has solved this problem perfectly...

"Why are you wearing that boot?" Klein and Granger looked at the strange scene in front of them. If an ordinary person passed by without knowing it, they might think that they were holding some weird ceremony.

A dozen men stood around bulging backpacks and a battered leather boot, clutching it in the dim light.

"Maybe that's the portkey." Hermione was also a little disgusted, but she could only follow McGonagall's reminder and touch this weird portkey with one finger.

"Why did you choose a leather boot as the key?" He looked at a fool with ridiculous eyes.

"Hmm... in order not to be conspicuous?" Arthur didn't feel anything at first, but after Klein and Mr. Granger said this, he felt an indescribable weirdness, "After all, the Muggles near the village also saw it. no idea..."

"Why can't it be an ordinary key... Don't you have summoning magic?"

Mr. Granger has heard his daughter talk about spells a lot, although he prefers to hear Cyrus tell anecdotes about the wizarding world, such as the compass that can never point north and the fountain of youth...

But Cyrus just described it in a story way, so no one could know...these are the dangers they experienced.

In particular, one of the protagonists is also friends with Mr. Granger.

Arthur Weasley and Amos Diggory: "Yeah~ why does it have to be a dirty boot?"

"Maybe it's the wizard in charge of making Portkeys from the Ministry of Magic, personal mischief?" George said with a smile, "I have to say, at a certain point, he did play tricks on some people..."

Hermione quietly poked Cyrus' waist with her finger, and said through the force: "Next time the World Cup, we might as well bring our parents by ourselves."

'Four years later?If you remember this...'

The Quidditch World Cup is also held every four years, but for the next one, both he and Hermione will be in seventh grade and will be graduating soon. I'm afraid Hermione may not have the time yet.

You know, Hermione, who has only passed the third grade, is already so busy. Cyrus can't imagine the following days. He seems to have seen a toilsome, dark and boundless future.

The Portkeys they are using now are specially processed and sent to groups at regular intervals.

Ten or so people turned their bodies almost sideways so that everyone's fingertips could touch the leather boots, waiting for Mr. Weasley's final countdown to end, and all of them felt as if there was a hook behind them controlling them.

Cyrus and Hermione's shoulders collided and they galloped like the wind, but it was a little better for Hermione.

At least... It's much better than the feeling of traveling through parallel worlds.

Ron staggered into Harry, and the Weasleys stumbled and fell to the ground except Arthur, Cedric holding Cyrus, he controlled his stomach that wanted to vomit.

"...[-] minutes, from Ferret Mountain?" A voice recorded the time and place.

(Everyone, take care of yourself!!)