Section 1

In the bedroom on the top floor of the Burrow, Harry slowly opened his eyes, and it was still dark around. Harry could hear Ron's faint snoring on another bed not far away. The bedroom window was open, and the moonlight came in, casting mottled shadows on the somewhat messy blanket on the floor, and Fred and George were asleep under the blanket.

Harry habitually rubbed his face. He was not sleepy. On the one hand, he was about to leave after a while and go to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys. On the other hand, in order to avoid the frequent nightmare, he tried to replace sleep with meditation - this method proved to be very effective and also made him extremely energetic.

The room was very quiet, and Harry could vaguely hear the voices of Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley from downstairs, as well as the collision of kitchen utensils in the kitchen. Harry looked at the watch, and the darkness seemed to have no effect on him seeing the slender hands clearly. The watch showed that it was three o'clock in the morning, and Harry realized that they should be about to set off.

Sure enough, after a while, footsteps came from the stairs, and it sounded like Mrs. Weasley. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. Harry hesitated whether to lie down and pretend to fall asleep, because he felt it was strange to sit on the bed and not sleeping at night like this, but before he decided, the bedroom door was pushed in - the dark yellow light shone in from outside, looking a little dazzling.

The person who came was indeed Mrs. Weasley. She stood at the door in an apron and was stunned for a moment when she saw Harry sitting on the bed awake, but she didn't seem surprised.

"Oh, Harry, you're awake." She whispered helplessly, "I hope you didn't sleep all night because of excitement, you might be listless all day."

"Are you going to go?" 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 you set out," Mrs. Weasley said, waking up Ron and the twins.

Ron and the twins were both awakened, and Ron muttered something in a low voice, not knowing whether he was complaining about getting up too early or still talking in his sleep. The four of them put on their clothes quietly, then slowly walked down the stairs, and the thumping sound of shoes on the board sounded loud.

In the kitchen on the first floor, Mrs. Weasley was stirring the stuff from a large pot on the stove. Mr. Weasley sat at the table and checked a large ticket made of parchment. As Harry and the others walked into the kitchen, he raised his head and spread his arms so that they could see clearly his clothes - he was wearing a golf shirt and a pair of very old jeans, and his pants were a bit big on him, and he tied it with a wide belt.

"How is it?" he asked anxiously, "we should hide our identity when we go-around-I am like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," Harry said with a smile, "very good."

"Why didn't you see Bill, Charlie and Perry-Percy?" George said, unable to control himself and yawned again.

"Aren't they phantom-appearing?" said Mrs. Weasley, placing the big pot on the table and starting to scoop the porridge into bowls, "so they can sleep for a while."

Harry knew that the so-called phantom manifestation was to use the power of magic to cross the barriers of space and transfer from one place to another in the blink of an eye. Except for Sauron and himself, Harry didn't know which Hogwarts student could do this. As for ignoring the limitations of space as freely as Sauron, I'm afraid few of the professors could do it.

"So, they are still sleeping?" Fred asked angrily, "Why can't we also have phantoms?"

"Because you are not old and have not passed the exam yet." Mrs. Weasley replied to him, "Where have those two girls gone?"

She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her upstairs.

"Does the Phantom Appearance still pass the exam?" Harry asked uncomfortablely. Although a month in the deep forest gave him a qualitative leap in his understanding and application of magic, he still knew nothing about the common sense of the wizarding world, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Oh, yes," Mr. Weasley said, tucking the ticket carefully into the pocket behind the jeans. "One day, the Magic Traffic Department fined the two people because they had no certificates to show their appearance. This was not an easy task. If they did not do it correctly, they would cause trouble, which was annoying. The two people I mentioned ended up splitting their families."

Except Harry, the people on the dining table frowned and made a bitter face.

"Uh---Split up?" Harry swallowed, and Sauron never told him about this.

"They left half of their bodies," said Mr. Weasley, scooping a lot of syrup and mixing it into his porridge. "So, naturally, they were nailed there, and both sides could not move. They had to wait for the reversal of the incident to deal with it. Tell you, it means preparing a lot of papers, and the Muggles saw the broken bodies they had left behind..."

Harry felt his throat tight, and he asked unnaturally, "Are they okay?"

"Oh, it's okay," said Mr. Weasley in a plain manner, "but they were severely punished. I think they would probably not be hasty anymore. You must not use phantom appearance as a joke. Many adult wizards are reluctant to cause trouble. They are willing to use brooms - although slower, they are safe."

The Weasleys continued to talk about the interesting things about Bills and his men's phantom appearance exams, while Harry just smiled in agreement, and laughed unnaturally - anyone would do this. If you learn that you had learned a magic that would likely divide yourself into several parts without knowing it. Although Harry is now able to use this magic skillfully and accurately, he is still a little scared. He speculated with some maliciousness that if he failed to use this magic in the magic circle, would Sauron cross dozens of miles in anger to splice his brother's body?

When Hermione and Ginny went downstairs with sleepy eyes, they had a pretty sumptuous breakfast together in a hurry, then packed their luggage and left the Burrow in the night. Harry did not reveal that he could phantom and show his appearance, although he also wanted to sleep in until noon like Patsy and the others. Before leaving, there was some conflict between the Weasley twins and their mother-Mrs. Mrs. Weasley confiscated all the magic joke items made by the twins, which annoyed the twins, and did not even say goodbye to Mrs. Weasley.

The air was cold, and the moon was still hanging high in the sky, only a faint gray-green appeared on the horizon to their right, indicating that dawn was gradually coming. They were about to walk a long way to arrive at Mount Weat before dawn, and use the door keys set there to teleport to the camp.

"The door key is a special magic item with magic marks sealed inside. Once activated, the personnel within the range of action will be transmitted to the target location through the preset magic link." Mr. Weasley explained while walking, "This time, the Ministry of Magic has placed more than 200 door keys in the UK, which is a complete deal, which is almost unimaginable before."

"The door key is expensive?" Harry asked in confusion.

"When this magic was first developed, the production of door keys was indeed very complicated, requiring special materials and craftsmanship, and the transmission paths also needed to be set one-on-one separately, but now they are different." Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "The current magic craftsmanship can keep accurate and stable magic marks in almost all items, and the precise magic marks allow us to incorporate a large number of door keys into the same transmission link at once. In fact, recently, some people proposed to incorporate door key technology into the fireplace transmission network system. If this technology is implemented, it will be another revolution in magic transmission technology."

"This is amazing," said Hermione excitedly. "This must involve extremely advanced magic theories and techniques. Who developed it?"

"The technical development department, to be precise, is the technical development department." Mr. Weasley looked at Hermione and said proudly: "These are system engineering, and no one can complete it alone. In fact, there are departments under the Ministry of Magic that are engaged in magic technology research and development, and some unofficial institutions are also doing the same kind of work. If you are excellent enough and have this intention, you can go to these research departments to study and work after graduating from Hogwarts."

They walked and talked, walking hard along the dark and wet path towards the village. There was silence everywhere, and only the sound of their own footsteps could be heard. As they passed through the village, the sky slowly became brighter, and the original darkness gradually turned into a dark blue. Harry's hands and feet were frozen, and Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch. When they arrived at the top of the Weasley Mountain, there were still ten minutes before the door key was activated.

The crowd scattered and began to search for the door keys, which were made into strange and ragged shapes to prevent the muggles from taking them away. Just as the crowd was searching in the dark, they met Amos Diggoli and his son, Cedric Diggoli, who had already found the keys first.

Amos Digory is a colleague of Mr. Weasley and works in the Department of Fantastic Beast Control. Not long ago, the case of the Hawks Marbuckbeck was responsible for this department. Cedric Digory is studying at Hogwarts like Harry, and he also serves as the president of the male student union of Hufflepuff Academy, captain of the Quidditch team, and the recognized popular lover of the female student girl Hogwarts.

Mr. Weasley and Amos Digory exchanged greetings, and soon Mr. Digory noticed Harry standing beside him.

"Oh my goodness!" said Amos Digory, his eyes suddenly widening, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Yeah-yes," Harry said plainly.

Harry is now used to fussing about people. He remembers that people's reactions to him can be roughly divided into two categories: one is to scream like Mr. Digory, then stare at the scar on his forehead; the other is to silence in surprise, then look at him in fear or gloom - the latter are almost all people who know Sauron's deeds.

"Of course, Seid talked about you," said Amos Diggory. "He told us about his game with you last year...I said to him, I said - Seid, this matter can be told to your grandchildren when you get old. It's amazing... You beat Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he didn't say anything. Fred and George both frowned again, while Cedric seemed a little embarrassed.

"Harry fell off the broom, dad," he muttered in a low voice, "What I told you...is an accident..."

"Yes, but you didn't fall, right?" Amos said kindly, patting his son on the back, "Our Seed is always so modest and always gentlemanly... But the winner is always the best, I'm sure Harry would say that too, right? One fell off the broom and the other stayed firmly on it, you don't need a genius brain to tell who is the better aviator!"

Harry couldn't tell what it felt when he listened to Mr. Digory's words - mixed with a little helplessness and anger, but more of it was indifferent. He looked at Mr. Digory with a lustful face and Cedric who was standing aside, and couldn't help but feel disdain and contempt in his heart. He suddenly thought of Soren, the indifferent expression he was arrogant when facing others, and the words he often said with a sneer - "They are just mortals."

Harry suddenly realized that the experience in the deep forest brought him far more than stronger magical power and spell casting skills, but also spiritual transformation. Everything happened silently. Until today, he realized that he had changed so much. What surprised him even more was that he had become accustomed to this change.

As his mind turned, Harry's pupils suddenly collapsed inward, becoming narrow and long like a blade. A faint silver color rose from the bottom of his pupil, but it instantly returned to normal. In the dim night, even Harry himself did not notice all this.

"Oh, I think the time is coming." Mr. Weasley changed the subject, he glanced at his pocket watch, and asked Mr. Digory: "Amos, who else do we have to wait for?"

"No, we are the only ones nearby," said Mr. Diggory, shrugging, "the others either left early or didn't get the ticket."

"So, I think we should be ready to go," Mr. Weasley said with relief.

The group formed a circle and placed their hands on the door keys made into an old boot, and Mr. Weasley held a pocket watch in his other hand, staring at the time.

"Get ready!" he shouted, "five-four-three-two-one..."
Chapter completed!