Vol 2 Chapter 490: Quidditch World Cup

Arms Diggory opened his eyes wide and said, "Harry? Harry Potter?"
"Uh, yes sir." Harry said.
Harry had long been accustomed to the curious gaze when people saw him. They were used to looking at the scar on his forehead on the road, but it always made him uncomfortable.
"Merlin's beard, you are really Harry Potter." Arms Diggory said incredulously.
"That's right, Mr. Diggory." Harry said patiently. He had no surprises about these people's surprising performance, which has been the case since first grade.
"Of course, Cedric once talked about you," Arms. Diggory said: "He told us everything he played with you last year... I tell you, Cedric, you have something to tell your grandson in the future, that is, you defeated Harry Bo. special!"
Harry couldn't think of anything to answer for a moment, so he had to remain silent, Fred and George frowned again, and Cedric looked a little embarrassed.
"Harry fell off his broomstick, Dad," he whispered, "I told you... it was an accident..."
"Yes, but you didn't fall, did you?" Arms cried happily, patting his son on the back. "Always so humble, our Cedric is always so gentlemanly...but only the best man can win. I'm sure Harry thinks so too, right? Uh? One fell off the broom and the other paid In the above, you can distinguish between a better aviator without thinking about it?"
"Time is coming," Mr. Weasley said, taking out his watch again: "Ames, do you know who we are waiting for?"
"No, the family that came to visit was there a week ago, and the Fawcetts couldn't get the tickets," Mr. Diggory said. "There are no other people in this area except us."
"There is no one I know," Mr. Weasley said. "It's only a minute, we have to be ready..."
He looked at Harry and Hermione. As for Fanlin, I don't think Mr. Weasley can worry about it.
"You only need to touch Porch, you can do it with one finger..."
With packed backpacks, the nine of them squeezed very hard around the old boots that Arms Diggory took out.
The cold wind swept across the top of the mountain, and they stood tightly in a circle. No one spoke. Harry suddenly thought how strange it would be if a Muggle passed by now and saw them like this! Ten people, two adults, clasped these old men's boots tightly in the dim light of the morning light, waiting...
"Take my hand, Hermione." Fanlin said suddenly, remembering that the first time he took the door key, something bad would definitely happen.
"What's the matter?" Hermione said puzzledly. She blushed a little, which was too sudden.
"Trust me, give me your hand." Fanlin said.
Hermione nodded slightly, placing his right hand in Fanlin's left hand.
Fanlin held the girl's cold little hand contentedly, and Hermione wouldn't refuse him.
"Three..." Mr. Weasley murmured, still looking at his watch, "Two...one..."
All this happened instantly: Harry felt as if he was suddenly pulled forward by a hook behind his belly button. His feet were off the ground, and he could feel Ron and Ginny on either side of him, their arms bumping against him; they were all advancing in the scream of the wind, spinning; his index finger stuck tightly to his boots as if It is pulling him forward...
Spiral ascends to heaven, boundless mana. (Guo Degang forces come.)
I am in second grade.
A huge vortex appeared in the sky, a bizarre world, that was the dimension wall of this world.
Fanlin has experienced such things countless times, with barriers and without barriers.
Just as he thought, the Ministry of Magic won't have any good door keys, after all, so many are needed.
Fanlin's body turned into a stream of light, and she wrapped Hermione as if melting herself in.
This is evil.
Fanlin hugged Hermione from behind, supporting her magically, and the light blue halo appeared particularly dazzling in the dimensional space.
But Harry obviously didn't have the leisure to pay attention to Fanlin. He was a little disgusted by the travel of this key. He finally realized why so many wizards would rather rush over in advance than use magic.
I have to say that this experience is very bad, it has never been so bad.
His feet were thrown to the ground; Ron staggered to get up, but fell down and the door key banged, as if he was overloaded. There were indeed too many people. Ron was beside Harry's head and slammed into the ground.
Harry looked up. Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, although they also seemed to be messed up by the wind; the rest fell to the ground.
Of course, in addition to Fanlin, there is also Hermione.
It seemed that Hermione was a little bit embarrassed and flew down from the sky by Fanlin.
Hermione can't fly yet, and she can't maintain her balance unless she wants to be carried by Van Lin like a cargo.
"Hey, this is not fun at all, why are the two of them able to fall from the air so beautifully, and we can only be left to the ground."
It was Fred who was speaking. Although his words were complaining, it didn't mean to complain. His expression betrayed him.
The Weasley’s brothers are very optimistic about Fanlin and Hermione. They know Ron. Although they are Ron’s brother, Hermione really cannot live in Ron’s current state, unless Fan What happened to Lin.
But Fanlin is their friend.
Fanlin naturally understood what the Weasley brothers meant. He liked this brother who was much older than him but was very good at playing. It was when Fanlin had his liberating nature to do some sideline with them.
(Want to see it?
I'm not! )
In Fred's words ~EbookFREE.me~ Fanlin had more ghost ideas than them, a memory of the future, plus a reserve of knowledge comparable to Hermione.
If you pull Hermione in too...
This is destined to be only an idea. Pulling Hermione in is equivalent to letting their mother oversee the production of Weasley's jokes. This is a very dangerous thing.
"If you can fly." Fanlin retorted in an angry tone.
Hermione hammered him, and Fan Lin reluctantly put Hermione down.
"It turns out that flying has such benefits." The Weasley brothers laughed, and Harry's eyes lit up. And Ron...
Baby Ron is still a little dizzy, his strength is not as strong as Ginny.
A voice rang out, "7:05, from Stone Mountain..."