Hogwarts Lion Girl

The kitchen of the Burrow is always bustling with activity, and the air is filled with the aroma of food and a slight smell of burning.

Mrs. Weasley was waving her wand, directing a kitchen knife to fly across the chopping board, slicing the roast chicken into evenly thin slices.

Ginny was busy at the dining table. She used magic to make the plates fly automatically to everyone, while Ron stared at the freshly baked pudding, his mouth almost watering.

Outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the yard of the shabby house, dyeing everything with a warm golden color.

Hermione's pet cat Crookshanks was lying lazily under the apple tree in the yard, squinting his eyes and occasionally wagging his tail, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.

Not far away, Charlie and Bill were still enthusiastically manipulating two tattered tables, making them engage in a "fierce battle" in the air, with occasional "bang bang" sounds, which made the people around them laugh.

……

As night fell, the bustle of the burrow gradually died down.

The moonlight streamed through the kitchen window, casting a quiet spot of light on the red checkered tablecloth.

The fire in the fireplace gradually dimmed, with only sparks flickering in the darkness, illuminating the distorted magical photos on the wall. The people in the photos seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

……

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny asked unhappily, rubbing her eyes and yawning as she pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.

"Because we have a long way to go, we have to get up early!" Mr. Weasley answered without even looking up. He was carefully checking the thick stack of parchment tickets in his hand to make sure that no one was missed.

"A long way?" Ron asked blearily. "Where are we going to watch the World Cup? Not near Hogsmeade?"

Mr. Weasley finally looked up and smiled. "Of course not, Ron, that's not covert enough. We are going to the edge of a forest, and you know, it's very difficult to gather so many wizards together without attracting the attention of Muggles. We have to be very careful and choose the best time to set off. At such a grand occasion as the Quidditch World Cup..."

"I know, Dad!" Fred lowered his voice mysteriously, imitating Percy's tone, "We must keep a low profile and not embarrass the Ministry of Magic!"

"That's right, Fred!" George also lowered his voice and continued, "We are responsible for the important mission of maintaining order in the wizarding world!"

The twins sang in unison, and their lifelike imitation made everyone laugh.

"Okay, kids, be serious!" Mr. Weasley coughed in a serious tone, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "The place we are going to this time is quite far away, and we need to cross a large area of ​​Muggle inhabitants, so we must set out before dawn and use the early morning time to avoid being discovered by Muggles."

"Are we going to go through Birmingham?" Harry asked curiously.

"No, Harry," Mr. Weasley smiled and shook his head. "We're going much further than Birmingham this time. It's in ..."

He deliberately drawled out his voice, his eyes sweeping over the children sitting around the dining table with a mysterious smile on his face.

"Where is it?" the children asked in unison, their faces full of anticipation.

"In..." Mr. Weasley paused deliberately before announcing, "In the north of England!"

The group of people quickly finished washing up and sat down at the dining table, filling up the entire table.

The faint morning light filtered in through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the wooden floor.

The air is filled with the aroma of frying bacon and toast, mixed with the sweetness of butterbeer, making people feel extremely warm and comfortable.

Harry struggled to stuff the last bite of toast into his mouth while trying not to laugh as Mr. Weasley described in vivid detail the hilarious incident that had occurred as a result of his failed Apparition.

"Can you imagine? One of his legs went through the wall and the other leg was stuck in the fireplace!" Mr. Weasley imitated the embarrassment of the unfortunate wizard, and his exaggerated tone made the twins laugh so hard that they fell backwards.

"Dad, tell us more about your first Apparation!" Fred asked excitedly while drinking milk in big gulps.

"Yeah, Dad, you haven't told me how you turned Bill into a teapot!" George also joined in the fun.

Mr. Weasley shook his head in a helpless manner, but his face was full of doting smiles. "Okay, kids, finish your breakfast quickly, we should set off."

He glanced at the clock on the wall and reminded, "If we don't hurry up, we will miss the best time."

……

After a long journey, the group finally arrived at their destination.

The thick fog was like a thick layer of cotton wool, shrouding the desolate swamp in a haze.

The branches of a few dead trees in the distance were hidden in the mist, looking like monsters with bared fangs and claws.

The air was filled with a damp smell of earth, mixed with the odor of rotting unknown plants, which made people feel inexplicably depressed.

In front of them stood two wizards dressed strangely.

One of them held a large gold watch, while the other held a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

The man with the gold watch was short and fat, with beads of sweat on his round face. The buttons of his tweed suit jacket seemed about to burst open, revealing the wrinkled shirt underneath.

He paced back and forth restlessly. The pair of high rubber shoes on his feet, which did not match his suit, made a squeaking sound, which, together with his rapid breathing, broke the silence around them.

His colleague was tall and thin, and looked like he had not woken up yet, with his eyes staring blankly at the parchment in his hand.

The Scottish kilt and South American cape he was wearing made him look even more ridiculous.

Mr. Weasley and his family were talking about the two strangely dressed wizards, guessing their identities and purposes.

The twin brothers Fred and George were even more excited. They imitated the funny clothes and exaggerated movements of the two wizards, making Ginny laugh.

"Be quiet, children!" Mr. Weasley reminded in a low voice, but his eyes could not help but linger on the two wizards for a few more seconds.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Dad, are they really wizards? Why are they dressed like this?" Ron asked curiously. It was the first time he saw wizards dressed as Muggles.

"They might be officials from the Ministry of Magic. They dress like this to avoid attracting the attention of Muggles." Hermione guessed. She had seen similar records in "History of Magic".

Just then, one of the wizards seemed to notice the Weasleys. He raised his head and swept his sharp eyes over everyone, finally landing on Harry.

He seemed stunned for a moment, then walked quickly towards them, followed by another wizard.

"Excuse me, are you here to participate in the Quidditch World Cup?" asked the wizard with the gold watch. He deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, but he still couldn't hide the fatigue in his tone.

Arthur nodded. "Oh, yes, that's right!" he said, handing over the ticket.