Section 1 In the bedroom on the top floor of the Burrow, Harry slowly opened his eyes. The surroundings were still dark. Harry could hear Ron's faint snoring from another bed not far away. The bedroom window was open, and the moonlight slanted in, casting mottled shadows on the somewhat messy blankets on the floor, under which Fred and George slept. Harry rubbed his face habitually. He was not sleepy. On the one hand, he would be leaving soon to watch the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasley family; on the other hand, in order to avoid the recurring nightmare He tried meditating instead of sleeping, which proved to be very effective and left him extra energetic. The room was very quiet, and Harry could faintly hear the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley coming from downstairs, as well as the clinking of kitchen utensils in the kitchen. Harry looked at his watch. The darkness seemed to have no effect on his ability to see the slender hands. The watch showed that the time was three o'clock in the morning. Harry realized that they should be setting off soon. Sure enough, after a while, there were footsteps on the stairs, which sounded like Mrs. Weasley. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Harry hesitated whether he should lie down and pretend to be asleep, because he felt it was strange to sit on the bed at night without sleeping. However, before he could decide, the door to the bedroom had been pushed open. Here it comes - the dark yellow light shines in from outside the door, looking a bit dazzling. The person who came was indeed Mrs. Weasley. She was standing at the door wearing an apron. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Harry sitting awake on the bed, but she didn't seem surprised. "Oh, Harry, you're already awake." She whispered helplessly, "I hope you didn't stay up all night because of excitement, otherwise you might be listless all day." "Are you leaving?" Harry asked in a low voice, picking up his glasses from the bedside table and putting them on. "Yes, get up quickly, you should eat something before setting off." Mrs. Weasley said as she went to wake up Ron and the twins. Ron and the twins were both woken up. Ron was muttering something in a low voice, not sure whether he was complaining about getting up too early or still talking in his sleep. The four people put on their clothes quietly and walked slowly down the stairs, their shoes making a loud thump on the wooden boards. In the kitchen on the first floor, Mrs. Weasley was stirring a large pot on the stove, and Mr. Weasley sat at the table, checking a large football ticket made of parchment paper. When Harry and the others walked into the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see clearly what he was wearing - he was wearing a top that looked like a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans, which were worn on his It was a bit too big, so he tied it up with a wide cowhide strap. "How's it going?" he asked eagerly, "We should hide our identity when we go - do I look like a Muggle, Harry?" "Yes," Harry said with a smile, "very good." "Why don't you see me? Bill, Charlie and Per-Percy?" said George, yawning uncontrollably. "Aren't they Apparating?" Mrs. Weasley said, placing the cauldron on the table and starting to ladle porridge into bowls, "so they can have a nap." Harry You know, the so-called phantom is to use the power of magic to cross the barriers of space and move from one place to another in the blink of an eye. Except for Sauron and himself, Harry didn't know any other Hogwarts student who could do this. As for Sauron's ability to ignore the limitations of space as freely as Sauron, I'm afraid there are very few professors who can do it. "So, they are still sound asleep?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we apparate too?" "Because you are not old enough and haven't passed the exam yet." Mrs. Weasley shot back at him She said, "Where are those two girls?" She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her coming upstairs. "Do you still need to pass the Apparition test?" Harry asked uncomfortably. Although the month in the deep forest made his understanding and application of magic a qualitative leap, he still knew nothing about many common sense in the wizarding world. , which made him feel a little embarrassed. "Oh, yes," said Mr. Weasley, carefully stuffing the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans. "One day, the Department of Magical Transport fined two people for apparating without a certificate. It's not an easy thing to do, and if you don't do it right, you'll get into trouble, and it'll be nasty. That's what I said. The two of them ended up separated. "Everyone at the table, except Harry, frowned and made a sad face. "Uh - separate families?" Harry swallowed. Sauron had never told him this. "They left half of themselves behind," said Mr. Weasley, scooping up a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge. "So?, naturally, they were nailed there, unable to move on either side. We had to wait for the Incident Reversal Team to deal with the matter. Let me tell you, this means preparing a lot of documents. Those Muggles saw the broken bodies they left behind" Harry felt his throat was a little tight, and he asked with an unnatural expression: "Are they okay? " "Oh, it's okay," Mr. Weasley said flatly, "but they were fined heavily. I think they probably won't rush things anymore. Don't make fun of Apparition. Many adult wizards don't want to get into this trouble. They preferred to use brooms - slower but safer. " The Weasley family continued to talk about the interesting things about Bill and his friends during the Apparition exam, and Harry just laughed in agreement, and laughed unnaturally - anyone would do this, if you know that you are doing something without knowing it If Harry learned a magic that could divide himself into several parts, although Harry was now able to use this magic skillfully and accurately, he was still a little scared. He guessed with some malice that if he was in the magic circle. If he failed to use this magic, would Sauron travel dozens of miles in frustration to piece together his brother's body? When Hermione and Ginny came downstairs with sleepy eyes, everyone ate together in a hurry. After a fairly hearty breakfast, he packed his luggage and left the Burrow in the night. Harry did not reveal that he could apparate, although he also wanted to sleep in until noon like Percy and the others. Before setting off, there was some conflict between the Weasley twins and their mother - Mrs. Weasley confiscated all the magical joke items made by the twins, which annoyed the twins and did not even say goodbye to Weasley. Mrs. Lai said. The air was cold and the moon was still high in the sky. Only a faint gray-green appeared on the horizon to their right, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching and they had to walk a long way to arrive before dawn. Stoat Mountain, use the door key set there to teleport to the camp. "The door key is a special magic item with a magic mark sealed inside. Once activated, people within the range will be teleported to the camp through a preset magic link. target location. "Mr. Weasley explained as he walked, "This time, the Ministry of Magic has placed more than two hundred portkeys in the UK. It is a huge deal, which was almost unimaginable before. " "The door key is very valuable? "Harry asked doubtfully. "When this magic was first developed, the production of door keys was indeed very complicated, requiring special materials and processes, and the transmission path also needed to be set up one-to-one individually, but it is different now. "Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Today's magic technology can imprint precise and stable magic marks on almost all items, and precise magic marks allow us to compile a large number of door keys into the same set of transmissions at one time. in link. In fact, someone recently proposed incorporating door key technology into the fireplace teleportation network system. If this technology is realized, it will be another revolution in magic teleportation technology. " "This is amazing. Hermione said excitedly, "This must involve extremely advanced magic theories and techniques. Who developed it?" " "Technology development department, to be precise, the Technology Development Department. Mr. Weasley looked at Hermione and said with some pride: "These are all systematic projects. No one can complete them alone. In fact, there are such departments under the Ministry of Magic in various countries that are engaged in the research and development of magical technology, and there are also some unofficial Agencies are doing work of the same nature. If you are good enough and have the intention in this area, you can enter these research departments for further study and work after graduating from Hogwarts. " They walked and talked, walking with difficulty along the dark and damp path towards the village. There was silence all around, and they could only hear their own footsteps. As they passed through the village, the sky slowly became brighter, The original darkness gradually turned into dark blue. Harry's hands and feet were frozen, and Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch. When they reached the top of Stoat Mountain, there were still ten minutes left before the portkey was activated. They spread out and started looking for the door keys. These door keys were made into weird rags to prevent Muggles from taking them away. While everyone was searching in the dark, they met Amos Diggle. Harry and his son, Cedric Diggory, had already found the key first. Amos Diggory was a colleague of Mr. Weasley who worked in the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. Buckbeak's case falls under this department, and Cedric Diggory attends Hogwarts like Harry, and he is also the Head Boy of Hufflepuff House and a Quidditch player. Captain of the team, and recognized as the popular lover of the female students at Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley and Amos Diggory were chatting, and soon Diggory was chatting.Mr. Lee then noticed Harry standing aside. "Oh my God!" said Amos Diggory, his eyes suddenly widening. "Harry? Harry Potter?" "Um - yes." Harry said flatly. Harry was now used to people making a fuss. In his impression, people's reactions after recognizing him could be roughly divided into two categories: one was yelling like Mr. Diggory, and then staring at the scar on his forehead. Look; the other type was surprised and silent, and then looked at him with fear or gloominess - and the latter were almost all people who knew Sauron's deeds. "Of course, Ced has talked about you," said Amos Diggory. "He told us about him playing you last year and I said to him, I said - Ced, this thing You can tell it to your grandchildren when you are old. It's amazing you defeated Harry Potter!" Harry didn't know how to answer, so he didn't speak. Fred and George both frowned again, and Cedric looked a little embarrassed. "Harry fell off the broom, Dad," he muttered quietly, "I told you it was an accident" "Yeah, but you didn't fall, right?" Si said loudly and affectionately, patting his son on the back, "Our Ced is always so humble and always a gentlemanbut the one who wins is always the best, and I'm sure Harry will too." So, is that right? One falls off the broom and the other stays on it, you don't need a genius to tell who is the better flier!" Harry listened. Mr. Gorey's words made it hard to explain what he felt in his heart - mixed with a little helplessness and anger, but mostly indifference. He looked at Mr. Diggory, who was smiling, and Cedric, who was standing aside in embarrassment, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of disdain and contempt deep in his heart. He suddenly thought of Sauron, his aloof indifference when facing other people, and the words he often said with a sneer - "They are just mortals." Harry suddenly realized that the experience in the deep forest had brought him not only stronger magical power and spell-casting skills, but also a spiritual transformation. Everything happened silently. Only today did he realize that he had changed so much. What surprised him even more was that he had become accustomed to this change. As his mind was spinning, Harry's pupils suddenly collapsed inward, becoming as narrow as a blade. A faint silvery color emerged from the bottom of his pupils, but they returned to normal in an instant. In the dim night, all this was even possible for Harry. Didn't even notice it myself. "Oh, I think the time is almost up." Mr. Weasley changed the subject. He glanced at his pocket watch and then asked Mr. Diggory: "Amos, do we have anyone else to wait for?" "No, this We're the only ones around." Mr. Diggory said, shrugging. "The others either left early or didn't get tickets." "Then, I think we should get ready to go." Mr. Weasley relaxed. said in tone. The group formed a circle, their hands on the door key that had been fashioned into an old boot. Mr. Weasley held a pocket watch in his other hand, staring at the time. "Get ready!" He said loudly, "Five-four-three-two-one" As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of magic quickly dispersed from the key, and the group disappeared in an instant. .