Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

August was almost halfway through. That afternoon, after Harry finished his housework, he 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 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 the Moonlight Castle.

He went to Hermione's house first, as they had already made an appointment.

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

That's where the Weasley family lives.

After making sure that Uncle Moon was not going, and even after being advised by Moon to go and have fun, Harry wrote letters to his elders and classmates one after another.

Among them, Lupin said he was busy with work, while Sirius said it was inconvenient.

Only Neville accepted his invitation and said that the Weasleys also got tickets and Ron also invited him, so why not go together?

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

St. Catchpole Village. Apparently it rained here today. It was a bit cold outside the village. Water droplets were hanging everywhere on the weeds. The mountain tops in the distance were foggy and nothing could be seen clearly.

Harry and Hermione waited for a moment outside the path beside the road, and then they saw five figures approaching.

Fred and George, and Ron and Ginny, and Neville.

"You're finally here." Fred George walked over and tilted his head: "Mom has prepared dinner, come quickly. After dinner we will go to the World Cup."

"Are you two the only ones there?" Ron approached, looking around.

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

"That's not certain." Ron curled his lips.

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

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

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

It wasn't long before they came into sight of the Weasleys' house.

It must be said that this house really stands out from the crowd, and it is similar to Moonlight Castle, which is also made up of many houses piled together, but here are mostly stone houses, while Moonlight Castle is made up of many wooden houses and gun barrels. This one is only vertical, while Moonlight Castle is fuller.

"This is the Burrow," Fred introduced. "I've always suspected that this was once a pigsty."

As he spoke, he raised his foot and drove away several fat chickens that came over to the yard, shouting, "Hey, fat chicken, the one who killed your aunt was my mother, go find her for trouble."

There were a few worn-out boots and old cauldrons in the yard. The ground was a little muddy, and there was a smell of rain in the air. To be honest, Harry felt very comfortable here.

Mrs. Weasley came out, looking just as Harry had first seen her, a plump, kindly-looking old woman.

"Oh, Harry, Hermione, you're here." She hugged them for a moment, then pulled them into the house.

The kitchen was small and rather crowded, with a well-scrubbed wooden table and a few chairs in the middle.

There was a clock on the opposite wall with many hands but no numbers on it. Words like "make tea", "feed the chickens", and "you're going to be late" were written on the clock face.

Suddenly, the pointer jumped from "going to work" to "on the way", and then an owl ran out from the wall clock and cooed twice.

"Oh, Arthur will be back soon," said Mrs. Weasley.

Apparently, everyone in this family has a unique pointer.

Harry looked at the fireplace again, where there were three books, "Enchanting Your Cheese", "The Magic of Baking Bread", and "Creating a Feast!"

"Oh, this book won't attract you." Fred said with a smile, and George followed closely: "If you are willing to become a master chef, that's another story."

"I've read them all." Harry smiled. Without these books, he would not have been able to get 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?" Mrs. Weasley returned to the stove and began to work, but her tone was still stern.

"You are not allowed to drive that car around."

"Mom, it's been shown at the fair, it's legal."

"But it doesn't say it's legal to drive it around. Behave yourself. Don't cause trouble for your father anymore."

"Okay, okay." Fred pouted: "Looks like there's nothing to play with."

As he was speaking, two more figures came down from upstairs.

Bill and Charlie.

"Potter, long time no see." Charlie was very strong, with muscular body. You could see a scar on his face. It was obvious that it was caused by a dragon's scratch.

"Long time no see, Charlie, Bill." Harry shook hands with the two men one by one, and then they turned their eyes 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, just like he has all the power in the world."

"At least better than the two of you." Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but warn: "At least he's serious."

Fred and George looked at each other, then shrugged and said no more.

Ron quickly took Harry and the others out of the kitchen, and when they reached the yard, he began to explain.

After returning home, Fred George still did not stop his 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 planning to do in the future, and Fred George said that he wanted to run a joke prop workshop in the future.

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

They had a big fight over this, which Ron said was the most serious fight he had ever seen, but neither of them was willing to back down.

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

That was Mr. Arthur Weasley returning from get off work.

Mr. Weasley was not at all arrogant, and Harry always felt the same gentle aura from him as Lupin.

Of course - not when we get to Muggles.

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

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

Over two hundred Portkeys were placed throughout Britain for wizards who could not or did not wish to Apparate.

The closest one is at Stoat Mountain.

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

"Anyone else?"

"No, the Lovegoods went over 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, and after arriving at the place, it took them a few minutes to find a pair of tattered boots. If anyone saw it, they would definitely say that it was a damn litterer and would not think of it as a magic prop.

This was the first time Harry had used a Portkey, and everyone gathered around it, holding onto it.

As the countdown ended, a dizzying feeling suddenly appeared.

Harry stood firmly in place, helped Hermione up, and pulled Ron's hands away from him.

"A minute after five in the morning, from Stoat Mountain!" a voice came.

After calming down, Ron began to look around vigilantly.

"You said that it's very likely that accidents will happen at such a grand event, right?" Ron said to Harry confidently while looking around.

"Anyway, being alert is a good habit." Harry thought for a moment and reminded, "But don't let it ruin your good mood when you go out to 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 like a vast, desolate, misty swamp.

In front of Harry stood two tired, sullen-looking wizards, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, but very poorly.

"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 portkeys. Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty can, and a football with many holes in it.

"Hello, Arthur," he said wearily. "Not on duty, eh? Some people are just lucky... We've been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, there's a large group coming from the Black Forest at 5:15.

Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is... Weasley... Weasley..." He searched on the parchment list. "It's the first camp in front of you, about a quarter of a mile away. The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. Diggory... you're in the second camp... find Mr. Payne."

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

"I'll look for it. It's next to the Weasleys. You all have first class box tickets. Go ahead."

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

"I am searching"

A moment later, Harry found the Lovegood family's camp.

Harry waved the ticket in the face of Hermione's puzzled look.

"Obviously, we have a lot of room to spare, don't we?"

Luna and her friends had arrived a week ago, and apparently, their tickets weren't that good.