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Hermione was the last to climb up the mountain, and Soul took her hand and lent her some strength.

"The next step is to find the door key." Mr. Weasley took off his glasses and wiped them with the hem of his clothes. His glasses were fogged up when he climbed the mountain just now.

Mr. Weasley put the cleaned glasses back on his face, "There are still about ten minutes. We have to find the door key quickly. After time, the door key will become invalid. Everyone spread out and look for it. Be careful. It won't be very easy." big..."

Everyone immediately dispersed, and after just two or three minutes of searching, a shout broke through the quiet night sky.

"Here, Arthur! Come here! Son, we found the portkey."

On the other side of the mountain top, the hazy skylight reflected two figures, one of whom was waving his palm towards them.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley smiled and walked towards the man who waved, "How are you?" The others immediately followed.

Amos was a man with a short brown beard and a red face, like a drunken man.

The two big hands were quickly clasped together and shook. Suer saw that Amos's other hand was holding a tattered boots, as if they were moldy.

It seems that this is the door key they will use this time.

Next to Amos was Cedric Diggory, Soul's direct senior and also an outstanding student at Hufflepuff.

"Let me introduce you to you," said Mr. Weasley. "This is Amos Diggory, who works in the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures. I don't need to introduce the other one, right? I think you all know him." "

"Hi." Cedric waved to everyone.

"Of course, Cedric is a well-known figure in the school." Soul smiled and moved forward to hug Cedric.

"In terms of fame, I'm not as famous as you, Soul." Cedric said with a smile, "You are the key figure in helping Hufflepuff win the Academy Cup after so many years."

"Dad, I have to introduce you. This is Soul. I have told you many times, the great hero of our Hufflepuffs."

"Oh! I know you, from the Bones family?" Amos smiled and shook hands with Suer, "I heard Amelia mentioned you. I feel sorry for your parents. Both of them They are all good hands.”

"Thank you, sir." Suer frowned slightly, not because of his last name, but because the man said this without seeming to care about his thoughts at all, and he opened the scar nakedly.

“It’s a credit to everyone that we were able to win the Academy Cup.”

"You are as humble as Syd said." Mr. Amos laughed.

Then, he turned to Mr. Weasley, and the two exchanged some pleasantries. Amos Diggory recognized Harry, and of course he exclaimed again, but his words at the next moment made everyone People's impression of him suddenly dropped a lot.

Cedric Diggory tried to explain, but Mr. Amos was not impressed at all and thought his son was simply being too modest.

"We Said are always so humble, always so gentlemanly, and the ones who win are always the best, aren't they? I'm sure Harry would say the same, one fell off his broom and the other Just stay on the broom, you don't need to be a genius to tell which water quality is the best!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the scene immediately changed. Cedric looked very embarrassed, and Sur sighed inwardly.

Got it, Amos Diggory is clearly a baby show-off.

"The time is almost up." Mr. Weasley took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said hurriedly, "We should almost be in our places."

"Who else are you waiting for? Amos."

Amos Diggory thought for a moment and shook his head, "As far as I know, no more. The Lovegoods were there a week ago and the Fawcetts didn't get the tickets."

"Okay, there's more than one minute left." Mr. Weasley looked at his pocket watch and said, "Using the portkey is very simple. Just like this, just stretch out a finger and touch the doorkey. When the time is up, it will It can take us to our destination.”

Since all ten of them were carrying luggage, they had difficulty gathering around the tattered boots that Amos Diggory was holding.

Mr. Weasley hooked his torn boots with one finger, looked down at his pocket watch and began to count down, "Three...two...one!"

When the countdown sound fell, Sur only felt a hook hooked on his belly, hooking him forward with irresistible momentum. He spun his feet off the ground, and they moved forward like a gust of wind. He was flying so fast that he couldn't see clearly at all. He could only feel his shoulders and the people around him colliding with each other.

It seemed that no more than a minute had passed, or perhaps a few minutes had passed. Sur felt his feet fall heavily on the ground. The scenery in front of them had changed. They came to a desolate, misty swamp. land.

"Be careful." Soul supported Hermione on his left to prevent her from falling. Harry and Ron had already collided with each other, and the two of them rolled into a ball while hugging each other.

The Weasley brothers were not much better, and they all fell into pieces.

"Bah bah bah!"

Only Soul, Hermione and Ginny, who was leaning on Mr. Weasley, and Cedric and the two adult wizards stood on the ground.

"Five seventeen, from Stoat Mountain, ten people." A tired-sounding voice came from the other side.

When Suer heard the sound, he saw two sullen wizards standing there. One of them was holding a watch, and the other was holding a roll of parchment and a quill. Their faces didn't look good, and there were heavy tears under their eyes. Dark circles under eyes.

They were all dressed up like Muggles, but it was very strange. The man holding the gold label wore a tweed suit on his upper body, and underneath he was wearing a pair of thigh-high ladies' rubber galoshes, with a copper flower on the side of the galoshes. , the other holding a parchment, wearing a kilt and a large South American-style cloak.

Obviously, these two wizards have no understanding of how a normal ordinary person should dress.

"Good morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley picked up the tattered boots and handed the door key to the wizard in the kilt. The man threw the tattered boots into a large cardboard box. Soul saw that there were already There are a lot of used door keys piled up.

Hmm...a torn newspaper, a crushed can...

These are things that Muggles wouldn't pay attention to if they saw them on the street. At most, they would just kick them.

"Good morning, Arthur," Basil said tiredly.