vncnus Chapter 203 There Are So Many of You
Chapter 203 There Are So Many of You
Several people carrying bulging luggage finally gathered around the boots. The cold wind on the top of the mountain blew through the gaps between them, lifting their unbuttoned coats.
Draco quietly took a small step to the left, just half of his body blocking the mountain wind blowing towards Avro.
"Sir, what are we going to do..." Harry looked at the tattered old boots in Amos' hand in confusion and was hesitant to speak.
“You mean the Portkey?” Amos grinned, holding the boot between them. “As long as each of you touches the Portkey.”
"Yes, just one finger."
Cedric put a finger on the shoe and Amos nodded approvingly, motioning for everyone to do the same.
"If a Muggle passed by at this time, he would definitely think we all ran away from St. Elizabeth's Hospital."
As everyone moved forward around the boots, Aphrodite muttered something to Harry.
Harry thought of the scene she described, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. Before he could speak, another person took the opportunity to interrupt.
"Little Afu, what is Saint Elizabeth?" Draco held her wrist tightly with one hand to prevent them from getting separated during the journey.
The main reason was that he just wanted to hold hands with Afro. They hadn't seen each other for half a holiday!
"Nothing, it's a London medical insurance designated hospital."
Afro didn't expect that his casual complaints could be heard by others.
In fact, it would have been better if she didn't explain. This explanation made Draco, who never cared about the Muggle world, even more dizzy.
But before he could ask further questions, Mr. Weasley's countdown was over.
As soon as he counted to "one", Afro felt as if his belly button was hooked by an invisible hook.
The hook pulled hard, and her feet left the ground and flew into the air.
Draco seemed to be using a Portkey for the first time as well, and his shoulders pressed closely against hers.
Afro could feel his nervousness, and Harry on the other side was not much better.
Harry felt as if his fingers were stuck to his shoes, and he nervously grabbed the person next to him with his other hand.
Draco's nervousness reached its peak. He no longer cared about his face and started an aerial soprano competition with Hermione.
The ten people were spinning and flying like windmills, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Suddenly, an unexpected pulling force pulled them in another direction.
Then, Avro's buttocks landed heavily on Harry, who landed earlier, and Draco stumbled and fell into her arms.
The first thing Fred and George did after they stood up was to separate Afro and the other two.
Cedric smiled gently, as if he was on a picnic. He came to Afro, bent down and raised his hand to pick the leaves above her head.
"Five o'clock, from Weasel Mountain." A voice sounded behind them.
Afro rested her hands on Cedric's arms, stood on tiptoe and looked over the boy's shoulder with difficulty.
After half a holiday, Cedric seemed to have taken hormones and his height had grown a lot.
Standing on the desolate, foggy swamp were two exhausted wizards, who were trying to dress up as ordinary Muggles.
The result was the opposite.
The incongruous equipment made them look even more out of place, not to mention that one of them was holding a large gold watch and the other was holding parchment and a quill.
He doesn't look like a normal person at all.
"Good morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley dropped his boot portkey into a large wooden box and greeted the wizard standing beside it warmly.
"Hello Arthur." Basil yawned tiredly and tried hard to find the names of the Weasleys on the parchment that was filled with densely written names.
"Not at work? You're lucky... It's not like we're working overtime all night..."
Mr. Weasley gave an awkward laugh and did not dare to urge Basil to hurry up.
Fortunately, he didn't have to look for too long. "Let me see Weasley... In front, the camp manager, Mr. Roberts..."
Basil took a moment to glance at the Diggory family in the crowd, then looked down and flipped through the pages, "You are in the second camp..."
Just as he closed the pile of parchment, he saw two golden heads in the crowd.
"Merlin! How did you all get together? Malfoy and Campbell are in the first camp."
Afro shyly thanked Mr. Basil, who worked diligently and without complaint, before following the Weasley family into the camp.