Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Aries felt like he had just closed his eyes, and the next moment he was woken up. Hermione shook his shoulders and forced Aries to turn on the phone.

"Ms. Know-it-all," Aris said helplessly, "Do you still remember that you are a girl? Can you please stop barging into the boys' dormitory again and again?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and went to wake Harry up again. Harry seemed to have fallen into a nightmare again. After being woken up by Hermione, he behaved even worse than yesterday.

When Hermione woke Ron up, Ron saw that it was Hermione and quickly wrapped himself in his quilt, as if he was afraid that Hermione would do something bad to him.

"Get up, boys!" Hermione said irritably, "We're going to miss our departure time!"

As they hurriedly finished the breakfast prepared by Mrs. Weasley, everyone yawned. Ron muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why don't Bill, Charlie, and Percy have to get up early?"

Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron and said, "That's because they can Apparate. They can Apparate directly to the Quidditch World Cup, so they can get more sleep..."

Ron mumbled something again, but Aris didn't hear it clearly. It was still dark when Mr. Weasley set out with a few people.

Led by Mr. Weasley, a group of eight people walked towards a high slope in the distance. Mr. Weasley conjured up a ball of light to illuminate everyone.

It was almost dawn when everyone arrived at their destination, which was called: White Weasel Mountain.

The team of eight led by Mr. Weasley was not the only guests here. There were two other people waiting here. One was a middle-aged wizard with a brown beard and a red face, and the other was Cedric Diggory.

There was a worn-out high leather boot on the ground. Aeris felt the fluctuation of magic on it. It should be a "portkey".

"You are late, Arthur!" said the middle-aged wizard cheerfully.

"Excuse me, Amos," said Mr. Weasley apologetically, "one of us stayed in bed."

"Merlin's beard!" Amos said incredulously. "Are these all your children?"

"No, no, no," said Mr. Weasley, "the one with red hair is the one. This girl is Hermione; this boy is Aries; and the last one is Harry. They are all good friends of my youngest son."

"Come here, Ced," Amos patted Cedric's shoulder and said proudly, "My son, Cedric Diggory."

"Hello, Mr. Diggory," Aris greeted, "I'm Aris, it's an honor to meet you. Cedric and I are also good friends. How was your summer vacation? Cedric!"

Cedric smiled and said, "Very good..."

Mr. Diggory shook hands with Aeris. "Are you Aeris? Ced told me about you. You taught him the Patronus Charm. Merlin's beard. I can't believe you've only graduated from the third grade." Mr. Diggory said in surprise.

"Cedric has also helped me a lot," said Aeris. "He is an honest and loyal friend."

"Of course," Mr. Diggory said proudly, "Our Syd is humble and polite, a very gentlemanly man. He even saved the life of the famous Harry Potter on the Quidditch field. Mr. Dumbledore praised him for it. He saved people and won the game at the same time..."

"Dad!" Cedric blushed and said awkwardly, "I've told you so many times that the Golden Snitch crashed into my arms, and Harry fell off his broom by accident..."

"But you sat firmly on your broom, didn't you?" said Mr. Diggory cheerfully. "Your flying skills are even better, aren't they? When you are old, these will be the topics you will talk about with your children and grandchildren. On the Quidditch field, even the famous Harry Potter was defeated by you..."

Fred and George both frowned, Ron looked unpleasant, Ginny's face turned a little red, and Harry's face was full of embarrassment.

Aes was speechless for a moment. It seemed that this was a very vain adult.

"Is anyone else coming? Amos!" Mr. Weasley saw that the atmosphere was awkward and quickly changed the subject.

"Probably not," said Mr. Diggory. "The Lovegoods have gone, and as for the others...either they didn't get tickets or they had something else to do and couldn't go."

"We'd better hurry, then," said Mr. Weasley. "The time is almost up."

Ten people finally gathered around the worn-out high leather boots. "Just put a finger on it..." Mr. Weasley said loudly.

When everyone put their fingers on their high leather boots, Aeris only felt a force acting on his belly button. He could not resist and could only let this force drag him away.