People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 202: Smell of Portkey

For the first time in the evening, Percy was reluctant to go back to his room. He would look at the flowers in the living room and harass the girls he was chatting with.

"Percy, if you don't want to sleep with your work reports in the future, keep an eye on Draco at night!"

Fred and George stopped Percy in the corner of the living room and gave him a stern admonition.

Percy peeked through the gap in the stairs and saw a furtive Draco tiptoeing out of his room.

He immediately Apparated and suddenly appeared behind Draco, grabbing his collar and dragging Draco back to the bedroom.

"Since you live here, you must obey the host."

Draco straightened his messed up collar and tutted twice indifferently, "Haven't we already acknowledged each other's existence?"

Percy laughed at his words, "But she doesn't know that yet, so we're still rivals."

Afro felt that she had just laid down in the room where Ginny was waiting for me, and was woken up by Molly before she had slept for a while.

"It's time to go, dear." Molly walked around the bed quietly and woke up Hermione who was lying on the other side.

Afro yawned and sat up. She lifted a corner of the curtain, but it was still pitch dark outside.

The three girls put on their clothes in silence, too sleepy to speak. When they walked into the kitchen, they saw the boys yawning and stretching sleepily.

"Well, do I look like a Muggle like this, Harry?" Mr. Weasley, wearing a golf shirt and jeans, spread his arms so Harry could see clearly.

"Very similar." Harry tried to open his eyelids and carefully identified the clothes on Arthur. "Very good, sir."

Since the three Percy brothers could Apparate, they were allowed to sleep a little longer.

Malfoy rubbed his eyes and found Afro's position, then moved over in small steps. Then he became Afro's little pendant, holding her clothes and following her step by step.

"Why can't we Apparate?" Fred was annoyed that everyone got up early but some people could sleep in.

"You're not old enough, Fred." Afro sat at the dining table with his chin in his hand, closed his eyes and began to rest.

Harry followed her example, leaning on Afro's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"Everyone, eat something. We still have a long way to go." Mr. Weasley placed breakfast in front of everyone and coaxed them to eat more.

"Have fun!" Molly kissed Mr. Weasley on the cheek and said goodbye to them with a smile.

It was not yet completely light and the temperature was still low, but a hint of yellow appeared on the horizon, heralding the arrival of dawn.

The dark and damp path was difficult to walk on, and Harry and Draco took turns supporting Avro as she walked on the muddy ground.

The sky gradually brightened. Mr. Weasley stopped under a thick tree and took out his pocket watch to check the time.

"Yes, we are on time." Mr. Weasley wiped the dial with his clothes and asked everyone to take a break breathlessly.

In the silent forest, any movement will become particularly obvious.

As Afro took the kettle from Fred, the branches above his head made a strange sound.

A tall black shadow jumped down from the tree.

Under the starry night sky, Cedric suddenly appeared in front of Afro.

"Good morning, Xiao Afu." He smiled and gently hugged the girl, then quickly let her go, "Long time no see."

"Hey, Amos!" Mr. Weasley saw the man appearing from behind the tree and strode towards him with a smile.

"My son, Cedric, you should all know him." Amos was carrying a huge backpack and holding a trekking pole in his hand, as if he was a tourist here to climb mountains.

"No need for introductions, they all know each other." Mr. Weasley shook hands with him, exchanged pleasantries for a while, and decided to go to Hundred Weasel Mountain together.

Amos's attention was attracted by a platinum head. He asked Mr. Weasley inconspicuously, and Mr. Weasley smiled and shook his head.

However, Amos soon laughed when he saw his son trying hard to show his affection to Afro.

Even for a wizard, climbing a mountain is still a physically demanding activity. Every time Afro took a breath, he felt a sharp pain in his chest and a taste of rust in his mouth.

But she still turned down every boy who wanted to help.

At the top of the mountain they found a worn-out boot. Obviously no one would throw their shoes on the top of a mountain.

Then there is only one possibility.

"It can't be the portkey, can it?" Ron asked uncertainly, frowning.

"Obviously." Amos picked up the shoe and examined it, confirming that it was what they were looking for.

"That's a really smelly portkey," George muttered with a hint of disgust.

Afro and the others nodded in agreement.