Together [HP]

Now the chair was facing Frank, and he could see what was sitting in it.The cane fell to the ground with a thud.He opened his mouth and let out a shrill cry.He shouted too loudly to hear what the guy in the chair was saying as he raised a stick, and never will.There was a flash of green light, a whoosh, and Frank Bryce collapsed to the ground.He was dead before he fell to the ground.

Two hundred miles away, a girl named Jacqueline Graham screamed and woke up suddenly from her dream.

"What happened?" Her voice was a little loud, as if waking up all the creatures in the castle.Two white figures crossed the platform on the right to the tower on the north at the fastest speed, and then one stopped the other.

"Let me go." Elizabeth stopped Lei and said softly.

"What are you talking about?" Raymond said dissatisfiedly, trying to get past his wife, "Yuna is not here, we all have to go and see, where are William and Lucas? Do they want to wait for their parents to come over? Is someone breaking in, Jacqueline!" he shouted, raising his voice.

"I'm fine." Jacqueline lay upright on the bed, panting heavily, as if she had been running just now.She woke up from a very vivid dream, her hands pressed tightly to her face.

"She's a girl, Ray," Elizabeth said.

"She's my niece." Ray frowned, not sure if Jacqueline was really okay.

"She's a big girl," said Elizabeth softly. "It's not a child of four or five years old."

"Well," Ray scratched his head in embarrassment, as if thinking, "Okay," he said, "then I'll wait here."

"Jacqueline." Elizabeth passed through the wall, floated up to the second floor, and floated into the vicinity of Jacqueline, at the head of Jacqueline's bed, looking down at her, "Are you okay?"

"Just a nightmare." Jacqueline sat up, fumbling with one hand in the dark for the wand on the bedside table.She picked up the wand and waved it towards the torch on the wall. The fire light lit up, and the scene in the bedroom gradually became clear. The light on the lawn in front of the castle passed through the curtains, covering the bedroom with a hazy haze. Pale blue soft light.

"About what?" Elizabeth asked cautiously.

Jacqueline closed her eyes, clutching her front with one hand, the dream just now, everything was so realistic... There were two people he knew, and one he didn't know... the Quidditch World Cup.

"That person, and Peter." She leaned against the head of the bed and panted heavily, "I can't see clearly, but I feel scared."

"You've been too tired these days." Elizabeth said softly, "Is the final thing still affecting you? Maybe it's because you've read too many books recently and put too much pressure on yourself."

"Do you think it's just a dream?" Jacqueline asked softly.

"I don't know if it's real," Elizabeth said, "but I know you're safe in the castle." Then she smiled, "Give yourself a day off, I don't want your mother back When I saw you so nervous, I thought you were possessed. Isn’t it the Quidditch World Cup in a while? How about going to chat with William tomorrow morning, maybe you can play broomsticks with him. "

"I still haven't finished reading a lot." Jacqueline muttered, getting into the light green patterned quilt, "Before the Quidditch match, I must read at least one book."

Elizabeth looked around in Jacqueline's room to make sure that no creature could easily come in, then quietly floated out of the room, and asked when she went out, "I'll keep the fire, okay?" .

Jacqueline didn't answer, she had already fallen asleep.

Three days later, while Jacqueline and Yuna were happily enjoying their afternoon tea, James was walking around in Yuna's room on the fourth floor, preparing for the game.

"We're just going for one night, Yuna!" he yelled a little frantically, when Yuna took out most of her clothes from the closet, "It's not about changing homes."

"Be decent." Yuna looked at him, "This is the most basic." She said, directing a few boxes to jump out of nowhere, "I think Jacqueline should also bring a few more sets of clothes, Who knows who we might run into there?"

"Then I'm afraid we don't even have enough tents!"

Yuna just glanced at him before heading downstairs to drink her afternoon tea.

When Jacqueline reached for the fruit tart, a black owl bumped in dissatisfied with an oversized package.

"No, Haig!" Jacqueline screamed, reaching out to move the snack in front of her, but Haig had already dropped the package and squatted aside.

"Crack," hit the mark.The package hit the fruit tower heavily, pressing out the strawberry and blueberry juice on it, and splashing it on the dining table outside the plate.

Jacqueline stared wide-eyed, looking at her completely destroyed fruit tower, then turned her head and said to Noam beside her. "Noam, please, get me another one."

Norm bowed to her and headed down to the kitchen.

Only at this time did Jacqueline carefully examine the package that destroyed her snack. To be precise, it was an owl.It looked like it had been flying for a long time, and at this moment it was pouring softly on the cheese in the center of the fruit tart, with its two wings flapping on the silver dinner plate.

Jacqueline lifted it up by its feet, where a letter was still hanging.

"Norm," Jacqueline handed the owl covered with cream and fruit to Norm who came over with snacks, "feed it something to eat."

"Whose owl is it?" Yuna asked leisurely while holding a teacup, as if what happened just now hadn't happened under her nose.

"It's Hermione." Jacqueline opened the letter, and Hermione's sharp and thin handwriting was on it.

Dear Jacqueline, happy summer vacation,

I just arrived at Ron's house today and I can't wait to write to you.Everything about their house is amazing, I saw a faucet that automatically washes dishes, a clock that tells the family where they are, and gnomes.Crookshanks enjoyed chasing them, he had never seen anything like it before.

I also met Charlie and Bill, the oldest of the Weasley brothers.Charlie was studying dragons in Romania, and Bill was working at Gringotts.

George and Fred seem to be having some fun. . .

Hermione's word has been crossed out here several times, it seems that she doesn't know how to describe it well.

Weird stuff, she wrote finally.

Often annoys Mrs Weasley.Harry will be here in a while.

I don't know how to contact you, I can't find your owl.I don't know where Ron's house is other than the phone, but there's no signal there.Just what I need to make calls, especially the cell phone you gave me.Think of it like a fireplace, there's no 'fireplace' to communicate with the outside world.

After Jacqueline finished reading this sentence, she re-read this paragraph to ensure that she could understand what Hermione was writing.

'Piggy' was sent to deliver a letter to Harry this morning, he looked terrible, Ron didn't want to let him fly again, I totally agree, I don't think he might last.I borrowed their 'Errol' which is a bit old but should be better.I'm not sure if 'Erol' can find you, but I want to try anyway.

"Errol." Jacqueline thought of the owl, which Haig seemed to have met on the road and brought him back.

You said you would go to the Quidditch match, Ireland vs Bulgaria, this year's World Cup.Mr. Weasley told me we'd be there early in the morning and I don't know how they're going to get there, maybe by the fireplace, but if I'm going to go there on a broomstick, I can't stand it, to be honest.

See you then!

By the way, Percy started to work, in the Department of International Magical Cooperation.I wish I could go there after graduation too.

Hermione

"She's going to watch the Quidditch match," Jacqueline said, feeling a little sick to her stomach, and she thought about the nightmare she had two weeks ago, and if that was true, that man and Peter seemed to want do something tonight.She didn't tell Una or James about it, not sure if they would believe it, but thought it was just a dream.

"We've probably sorted it out." James came down the stairs angrily, followed by four large suitcases. He was wearing a loose shirt, a loose tie, and a black shirt underneath. "I mean me! Organized for you! Even if I have to stay in the field for three months, I don't have as many as I have now!" He said, pulling the tie on his clothes.

"There's nothing to complain about." Yuna put down the teacup, "I told you I could take Jacqueline first, but you insisted."

"The Bulgarian coach invited me to their locker room!" James sat across from them and poured a teapot of water into his mouth, Yuna frowned dissatisfied. "Of course I'm going to take Jacqueline to see it. They're sure to win, that lad, Krum, great lad."

"Ireland has seven good players." Yuna snorted, "You will know when the results of the competition come out."

They both stared at each other for a while.Yuna just put down the teacup in her hand and took a brass key that was set aside.

"Jacqueline is going to the Irish dressing room first, and Norm and I will be there before the game," she said.James stared at her and put his hand up.

"Just touch the Portkey," he said, turning to Jacqueline, "and hold out a finger."

Jacqueline did so, and James took out the pocket watch in his pocket and waited quietly.

"Three..." James murmured, keeping one eye on his pocket watch, "two...one..."

Sooner or later, Jacqueline felt as if a hook was jerked forward behind her navel with irresistible momentum, and she lifted her feet off the ground and flew up.She could feel James beside her, his shoulder bumping against hers.They flew forward like a gust of wind, and they couldn't see anything clearly.Jacqueline's index finger was glued to the key, as if the key had a magnetic force, pulling her there, and then, and then. . .

Her feet hit the ground hard, and a pair of big hands held her to keep her from falling.

"From Graham Village at sixteen twenty-four," said a voice before them.

The place they had come to resembled a vast, desolate, misty swamp.In front of them stood two weary and sullen wizards, one of them holding a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.Both were dressed like Muggles, but not very well: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague wore a Highlander's suit. pleated skirt and a South American cape.

"Good afternoon, Basil." James nodded to the wizard in front of him, picked up the key, and handed it to the wizard in the pleated skirt.The man threw it into a large box beside him, full of used portkeys.Jacqueline saw an old newspaper, an empty soda can and a battered football.

"Hello, James," said Basil wearily, "not on duty, eh? What a holiday? Good luck... We've been here all night... The game is about to start, you better hurry up. Ah, lady, I'm sorry I didn't see you just now. Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is...Harris...Harris..." He searched on the parchment list. "Walk about a mile and got the best spot for you. It's right next to the field, but it's quiet. The groundskeeper is Tom Bell...you're in the second camp...for Mr. Dennis."

"Thanks, Basil," said James, beckoning Jacqueline to follow him.

They crossed the desolate swamp, almost invisible in the thick fog.After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.Jacqueline could just make out the thousands of grotesquely shaped tents behind the stone huts, climbing the gentle slope of the vast field that stretched out to a dark wood on the horizon.They walked towards the door of the stone house.

A man stood by the door, looking over the tents.Jacqueline thought he was the only real Muggle in the large area.As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned to look at them.

"Good afternoon!" James said energetically.

"Good afternoon!" said the Muggle.

"Are you Mr. Bell?"

"Oh, that's right," said Mr. Bell. "Who are you?"

"Harris, a tent, booked three days ago, is there?"

"Yes," said Mr. Bell, looking at a clock affixed to the door, "you have a place up there by the woods. Just one night?"

"Yes." James said.

"So, pay now, will you?" Mr. Bell said.

"Ah, yes. No problem," James said, drawing a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separating them one by one.

Jacqueline looked at the colorful pieces of paper with numbers written in front of her, and found it very interesting.

"This one is, ten yuan?" She watched James take out a few pieces of paper and handed them to Mr. Bell, "Then this one is five yuan?"

"Are you a foreigner?" Mr. Bell asked as Mr. James handed over the money.

"French," James nodded.

"You may be the only one who can figure out the money these days," Mr. Bell said, looking at them carefully, "Just 10 minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me a big gold coin the size of the car cover. "

"Really?" James smiled. "Maybe they thought they were in the middle ages of the nineteenth century."

Mr. Bell, fumbling for change in a tin can, probably didn't find James' joke funny.

"There have never been so many people," he said suddenly, looking out at the foggy campsite again. "Hundreds of people have booked tents. People keep coming..."

"It's such a nice weather here," James asked, reaching for the change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him. "There should be more people."

"Yeah," said Mr. Roberts thoughtfully, "everywhere. Foreigners by the count. And not only foreigners, but a lot of queer ones, you know? There was a guy in a Walking around in pleated skirts and a South American cape."

James was a little stunned. He looked down at Jacqueline and blinked. Jacqueline's eyeballs rolled around, pretending to be interested in the bugs on the ground.James silently put his hand behind his ass, where his wand was.

"It was like ... I don't know ... it was like a trick," continued Mr. Bell. "They all seemed to know each other. It was like a big party."

At this moment, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed at the door of Mr. Bell's stone house.

"Forget it!" he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Bell.

Immediately, Mr. Bell's eyes fell away, his brows loosened, and a dazed, indifferent expression appeared on his face.Jacqueline saw that this was exactly what happened when a person's memory was altered.

"Here's a plan of the camp." Mr. Bell said to James calmly, "and some change for you."

"Thank you very much," James said.

The wizard in knickerbockers accompanied them towards the gate of the camp.He looked very tired: his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were livid shadows under his eyes.When Mr. Bell could not hear them, the wizard murmured to James in a low voice: "He has caused me a lot of trouble. To keep him happy, forgetting Charms a dozen times a day. Ludo Bagman only Wouldn't help. Walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of my voice, with no regard for Muggles and keeping safe. Good God, I can't wait for this to end. See you later, James."

He disappeared after speaking.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the Head of the Department of Magical Sports," Jacqueline said with some dissatisfaction. "He should know that Bludgers can't be talked about around Muggles, right?"

"Yeah," James said with a smile, leading her through the gate and into the camp, "Ludo doesn't take that very seriously. But, you can't find a more passionate person to head the Athletic Division Yes. He used to play Quidditch for England, you know. He's the best batsman ever for the Wimbourne Hornets."

They trudged across the misty camp, between two long rows of tents.Most of the tents don't look special, obviously their owners took pains to make them as similar as possible to Muggle tents, but some accidentally overdid it, adding chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, make neither fish nor fowl.However, occasionally there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted at a glance, so it is no wonder that Mr. Bell is suspicious.In the center of the camp, there is a tent that stands out in particular.It uses a lot of striped silk so extravagantly that it looks like a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied at the entrance.A little further ahead, they saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building, with several turrets beside it.Further there, there is a garden in front of the tent door, which has birdbaths, sundials, fountains and so on.

"It's always like this," James said with a laugh. "When you get together, you can't help but want to show off. Ah, here it is, look, this is ours."

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp. There was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Harris

"This place couldn't be better!" James said happily. "The field is just beyond the forest. It couldn't be closer." He slipped his backpack from his shoulders.

"Well," he said excitedly, "technically no magic is allowed, but," he winked at Jacqueline, "that's going to be too late, and your mother will probably be here soon, before she Before we come, we'd better set up the tent, and then she can move in like a queen." As he said this, he nodded at the parts spread out on the ground, and after a while, a square The tent was set up.

"Welcome to your temporary home," said James, on all fours, into the first tent.

"It might be a little tight," he yelled, "but that's after your mother came here with four boxes."

Jacqueline bent down and slipped in from under the tent curtain.She entered a bright two-story cottage with a living room and kitchen on the ground floor and what appeared to be bedrooms upstairs.

"Oh, this is only temporary." James looked at the round mahogany table in the living room, "Of course it can't be compared with home, but,"

He picked up the silver carved jug and looked inside. "Make do with it, just for one night. Looks like a water tap is marked on the map the Muggle gave us,"

He continued, "It's right next to our tent, so I'll get some water, you wait here for your mother, I've given her the address, don't run around, wait for her and Norm to come over and we can have dinner .” After he finished speaking, he walked out with a kettle in his hand.

Jacqueline didn't wait too long, and Yuna came over with Norm and four boxes.As soon as they arrived, Noam started cooking while muttering about how bad the environment was.

Yuna walked into her room without saying anything, and then there was the sound of a box being opened crackling in the room.

"I'm really fed up." Half an hour later James came in with a water bottle, his face was a little blue, he took a big breath when he saw the four boxes on the ground, "They can't behave Are you a Muggle? Merlin, they have all aroused suspicion." He put the kettle on the table heavily, which aroused Norm's dissatisfaction.

Norm stared at him with wide eyes, muttered in his mouth, took the kettle into the kitchen to boil water, and prepared to make tea for Yuna.

"Can I look outside, Dad," Jacqueline asked. "Just walk around the door."

"Of course, of course." James looked at Noam's figure in the kitchen, "Let me take you out for a walk, you don't have to go too far, it looks like you can eat soon."

Their tent was right next to the main road leading to the game field, and they walked on the grass in front of the tent, and the officials of the ministry came and went on the road.Warm hello to James every time you pass by.James kept making introductions, "That's Cuthbert Mockridge, the director of the Goblin Liaison Office, I forgot who said he has goblin blood, he is a good employee, hardworking... ...here's Gilbert Whymper, he's on the Experimental Spells Committee, and he's had those horns growing on his head for a while...Hello, Arnie...Arnold Peasegood, it's a Amnestics, members of the Reversal of Incidents team...that's Bode and Crocker...no comment on their work..."

"No comment?" Jacqueline stared at them hard, "What does this mean?"

"It's from the Department of Mysteries, top secret, I don't know what they're doing..."

They were standing outside, and suddenly a person strode over, smiling and waving to James.

"Jacqueline!" he said. "The most important person of the moment! Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was clearly the most striking person Jacqueline had ever seen, though she hadn't seen too many wizards in Muggle attire.Ludo was wearing a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black horizontal stripes, and a huge wasp was printed on his chest like a splash of ink.Apparently, he was originally a strong physique, but now he is starting to decline.The robe stretched tightly on his big belly. Just imagine that when he played Quidditch on behalf of the United Kingdom, his belly must not have been blessed.His nose was squashed, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and flushed face made him look like an oversized boy.

"Ahoy!" Bagman exclaimed happily.He walked and jumped, as if there were springs under his feet.He was clearly in a state of extreme excitement.

"James, boy," he said breathlessly, coming to the tent, "what a fine day, isn't it? The weather is wonderful! Where can I find such weather! There must be no clouds at night... The whole preparation is in order ...I have nothing to do!"

"Yes, that's right." James smiled, "Let me introduce, this is my daughter, Jacqueline."

"The future big man of the Graham family." He smiled and shook hands with Jacqueline, then looked at James, "Want to bet on the game, James?" It jingled, and it seemed to contain a lot of gold coins, "I have persuaded Roddy Pontene to bet with me. He said that Bulgaria would score the first goal. I placed high odds on him because I take into account that Ireland's number three striker is the best I've seen in years, and little Agatha Timms put half her eel farm stock on for a week's worth of betting. And The Weasleys, his two sons are funnier than Arthur, Fred and George bet on Ireland but Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch, and those fake wands they made themselves, say Really, if they go to open a store, they will definitely make a fortune."

"I bet half of the ownership of the village." Yuna came down from the room with a serious face, as if she was disturbed, "Ireland wins."

"I was just joking with James, Ms. Graham." Ludo laughed, then looked at James, "Can you do me a favor? I was looking for Barty Crouch. The Bulgarian one is my equal." Officials here are making things difficult for us, but I can't understand a word he's saying, Barty will fix that. He speaks about 150 languages. But I hear you have something to do with them."

"Of course no problem." James said happily, he looked at Yuna, "Then, I will come whenever I go, at most after dinner, I have to take Jacqueline to the Bulgarian locker room, otherwise their coach will pester you. with mine."

"That's really great." Ludo patted James on the shoulder, "Good night, Ms. Graham, and this lady!"

"Ludo," a wizard suddenly appeared beside their tent, and he was in stark contrast to Ludo Bagman in the old Hornets robe.Barty Crouch was a man in his fifties, erect and stiff, in a spotless crisp suit and tie.Short mustache, as if trimmed with a sliding rule.His shoes were also polished.There was a hint of impatience in his voice. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians insist we put twelve more seats in the top box."

"Oh, so they wanted this!" Bagman said. "I thought the guy was going to borrow a pair of tweezers from me. The accent is too strong. Then sit down and rest, Barty." Ludo was happy Said, sitting on the grass in front of Jacqueline and the others, and patted the grass beside them.

"Well, how busy are you, Batty?" James asked lightheartedly.

"Busy," said Mr. Crouch dryly. "Organizing and arranging Portkeys across five continents is no easy task."

"I guess you all want this to end quickly?" Yuna asked.

Ludo Bagman was taken aback.

"Wonderful! I've never been so happy . . . but there's a lot to look forward to, isn't there, Barty? Huh? There's a lot to organize, isn't there?"

Mr. Crouch raised an eyebrow at Bagman.

"We promise not to announce it to the public until all the details..."

"Oh, details!" said Bagman, waving his hand disapprovingly, as if chasing away a swarm of floaters. "They signed it, didn't they? They agreed, didn't they? I'll bet you the kid will Will know. I mean, it happened at Hogwarts."

"You know, Ludo, we need to see the Bulgarians," said Mr. Crouch sharply, interrupting Bagman. "Good night, Ms. Graham."

"See you later!" Ludo struggled to stand up and said, "You are with me on the top box, I am the game commentator!" He waved goodbye, Barty Crouch nodded lightly, and then Both disapparated and disappeared.

"Is something going to happen at Hogwarts again?" Jacqueline sighed heavily, "I think I should prepare chocolate."