Chapter 455 Departure (The Prank-Loving Wheel of Fortune Alliance

Chapter 455 Departure (The prankster of the Wheel of Fortune, extra chapter 45)

The arrival of friends made the Burrow more lively than before. Everyone was noisy, chasing goblins in the garden, or controlling two tables to duel with wands, and was not driven back to the room until late at night by Mrs. Weasley.

Wait until the next day.

Kyle was woken up at dawn, dressed neatly and went to the Burrow.

The Weasley family seemed to have just got up. Everyone's hair was messy and they kept yawning, looking like they hadn't woken up yet.

"Dear, I was just thinking about whether to call you." Mrs. Weasley came over with a plate of corned beef sandwiches in her hand, "We're about to leave, eat something first."

Kyle nodded, picked up a sandwich and took a bite.

Next to him, Mr. Weasley was showing Harry the clothes he was wearing today.

"How is it?" he asked eagerly. "We should hide our identities when we go there. Do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Yes," Harry said with a smile.

Although the golf shirt and jeans don't match well, it's still pretty good. No one would find it strange when walking on the street before.

"Why don't I see Bill, Charlie... and Percy..." Fred asked while eating a sandwich.

"Don't they know how to Apparate?" Mrs. Weasley put a big pot on the table and began to fill everyone's bowls with porridge, "so they can sleep in a little longer.

Fred muttered something, but no one could hear it because his mouth was full of sandwiches.

Kyle sighed.

He knew how to Apparate, but he was not old enough and could not pass the exam to get a certificate. He was an unlicensed Apparate, and it would be very troublesome if he was caught by the Ministry of Magic, so he had to get up early and set off with the main group.

Footsteps were heard in the corridor, and Qiu, Hermione and Ginny walked into the kitchen. They all looked very pale, and it seemed like there were three bird nests on their heads.

Ginny sat at the table and complained about getting up so early.

Everyone drank the porridge and hurriedly ate a few sandwiches, and did not waste too much time.

"It's time to leave. I wish you all a good time."

Mrs. Weasley looked at the time, "I sent Bill, Charlie and Percy over at noon. "

Then everyone walked through the dark yard and headed towards a hill in the distance.

On the way, Harry curiously asked about the location of the Quidditch match.

"The organization is really difficult."

Speaking of this, Mr. Weasley suddenly sighed and said, "About 100,000 wizards will come to watch the World Cup. Of course, we can't find a place that can accommodate so many people. Imagine, how can 100,000 wizards be stuffed into Diagon Alley or Platform 9?

So we have to find a deserted swamp and take all measures to prevent Muggles. The Ministry has been busy with this for several months.

"Then how do we go?" Harry asked, "Walk?"

"Of course not." Mr. Weasley said, "We use the portkey. The function of this thing is to transport wizards from one place to another within a specified time. The portkey closest to us is on the White Stoat Hill. We are going there now."

This journey is much farther than they imagined, especially when climbing the White Stoat Hill, Kyle can clearly hear Harry's increasingly heavy breathing.

When they stepped on the flat ground again, it was already bright and everyone was exhausted.

Mr. Weasley wiped the sweat from his forehead and said breathlessly, "Yes, we are on time... there are still ten minutes."

"Hey, Arthur!" A voice suddenly came from the front, and a man with a brown beard stood there, holding a moldy old boot in his hand.

"Come here quickly, we have found the key."

"Amos." Mr. Weasley said, smiling and striding towards the man who called him.

Cedric stood next to the man and waved at them with a smile.

"Let me introduce you to everyone." Mr. Weasley looked at Harry and Hermione... "This is Amos Diggory, working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and this is his son, Cedric, I think you all know him."

As for Cedric, they naturally knew him.

"Hi, hello!" Cedric came over and greeted them, then went straight to the end of the team.

"Qiu, how was your rest last night?"

"Not bad, but I got up too early."

Qiu's cheeks were red because of the mountain climbing, and Cedric couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Tsk..." Fred said to Kyle with a look of disgust: "Why doesn't he look at us? Are we all transparent?"

"At least in his eyes... almost." Kyle said.

"Hehe." George laughed strangely, "I really want to stuff balloons into his mouth and let him float to the World Cup venue."

"Stuff two more." Kyle said, "Let him float higher."

Kyle and others discussed how to deal with Cedric, and the adults over there were also talking.

"It's a long way to walk here, Arthur." Mr. Diggory asked, and handed him the old boots in his hand.

"There's nothing we can do about it. This is the only place nearby where Muggles won't come." Mr. Weasley said, "What about you."

"I got up at two o'clock." Mr. Diggory rubbed his eyes, "To tell you the truth, I really want Ced to pass the Apparition exam as soon as possible, but there's nothing to complain about... the Quidditch World Cup, absolutely. do not miss it."

"Where are your tickets?"

"The top box." Mr. Digory smiled happily, "Chris helped that guy Ludo Bagman solve a little trouble before, and thanks to him, I got the best tickets.

Unfortunately there was only one left, so I decided to let Seid go. "

"Didn't you get the ticket?" Mr. Weasley frowned.

"There are grandstand tickets, but I didn't ask for them." Mr. Diggory shook his head and said, "But that's okay. As you know, most people are busy with the World Cup now, and there is a shortage of manpower for another thing.

Bagman happened to say that you would go too and help me take care of Seder. "

"Of course there's no problem with that," said Mr. Weasley, "but I remember that you also like Quidditch, don't you?"

"That's right, but I don't like the team this time!" At this point, Mr. Diggory's voice suddenly became a little louder. "Even the Peruvian team has not entered the finals, so what is there to see in this World Cup?"

Mr. Weasley then remembered that Amos was a loyal fan of the Peruvian team. This team was eliminated by Ireland in the semi-finals.

Looking at Amos who was still furious and accusing the game of being shady, Mr. Weasley wisely said nothing more and just nodded: "Don't worry, leave Ced to me, I will take good care of him. "

Then he looked at the time and shouted:

"There's only one minute left. Come here quickly. We should all be in our places... Just stretch out a finger to make sure you can touch the door key?"

Everyone, carrying large bulging backpacks, managed to gather around the old boots that Mr. Weasley was holding.

They stood there, in a tight circle.

"Three..." Mr. Weasley stared at his pocket watch and muttered in a low voice, "Two...one..."