HP: Wormwood and Lightning Wood

Getting a few Quidditch World Cup tickets was a piece of cake for West; he had another problem to worry about now.

"Are you really going, Severus?" West asked with a pained expression. "It's not safe..."

Snape gave him a cold look. "Do you take me for a stupid, ignorant troll cub, West Porter?"

West pleaded for forgiveness, shaking Snape's hand, "Hey, I was wrong, I was wrong. Then promise me you won't leave my sight."

Snape thought for a moment and reluctantly nodded.

"West!" Harry's voice suddenly came from downstairs. "Ron and the others invited me to the Quidditch World Cup. May I go?"

West leaned lazily against the railing. "Harry, didn't you see the tickets I left on your table?"

Harry and Ron cheered and began discussing the Quidditch World Cup, speculating which team would emerge victorious.

That evening, Harry packed his bags and decided to stay at the Burrow for a few days. Hermione would also be coming to the Burrow in the next couple of days, and Mr. Weasley would be taking some of the children to the Quidditch World Cup.

On the day of the match, West and Snape Apparated to Dermoor, where the place was already bustling with activity, with tents of all styles and characteristics scattered across the field.

Wizards from all over the world gathered to watch the competition. A Muggle administrator was managing the venue.

It was only then that Snape realized that West had only booked two tents.

He said with a dark expression, "You live with your brother."

"No, I'll live with you," West whispered. "I want to protect you. Harry will stay with Draco."

Mr. Roberts watched the two of them tugging at each other with a strange expression.

The man in front of him, with long red hair, was about 1.9 meters tall, almost a head taller than him. His long red hair, tied up with a ribbon, reached down to his waist, and he was wearing a very sophisticated black suit.

To be honest, although Mr. Roberts had never seen a man dressed so exquisitely, this man was indeed the most handsome he had ever seen, and it didn't seem out of place at all.

The only incongruous thing was that he was humbly coaxing a man in a strange black robe, whose face was also very dark.

The man felt Mr. Roberts' curious gaze, turned around, and glared at him fiercely.

Mr. Roberts touched his nose and said awkwardly, "Shall we pay now, gentlemen?"

"Yes." West smiled politely and took out twenty pounds.

As Mr. Roberts made his change, he said, "There are so many foreigners today! Lots of people don't know how much to pay. You're one of the few who does. People from all over the world! And lots of weirdos..."

As he spoke, he became somewhat agitated.

"Wester! You've arrived?" A voice from behind interrupted Roberts. It was the Weasleys. Harry and Hermione were mixed in with a group of red-haired Weasleys and winked at West.

Mr. Weasley and Ginny looked at West with curiosity. They had never seen West like this before—according to Harry, West was completely obsessed with his youthful appearance and loved to drink anti-aging potions to maintain it.

There was another, even more important reason, Harry said. This was to better pursue the Potions professor, because it would make the age difference between them seem less significant.

Cedric Diggory, Hufflepuff's senior, was also there; his father was a colleague of Mr. Weasley.

After greeting Snape, Cedric nodded to West in a friendly manner, politely suppressing the curiosity in his eyes, but he couldn't help but glance at West and Snape a few more times.

Mr. Weasley smiled amicably at Snape, patted West on the shoulder with a look of satisfaction, and said, "We all support you, keep it up! But, that stuff isn't good for your health if you drink too much, and age isn't a problem for us..."

West's eye twitched. He wanted Harry to give him an excuse, but what exactly did Harry say?!

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, glancing at Harry and Ron. The two of them were looking up at the sky with an expression that said, "The sky is so beautiful."

"Oh, right, we ordered two tents. Let me find the money..." Mr. Weasley said to Mr. Roberts, taking money out of his pocket, then suddenly turned to West and asked, "Hmm... how much is this..."

West reluctantly took two bills from Mr. Weasley's hand and handed them to Mr. Roberts.

Mr. Roberts muttered under his breath, "Look, another foreigner..."

They had barely left when a wizard dressed in harem pants descended from the sky, pointed his wand at Mr. Roberts, and proclaimed, "Forget everything!"

West led Snape to an open space in the camp. "Wait a minute, Severus, let me set up the tent."

Snape had never pitched a tent before and, not wanting to make things worse, obediently stood aside, which was unusual for him.

West was very efficient and quickly set up a tent.

Snape surveyed the Weasleys' crooked tent, then looked back at West's tent, raised his chin slightly, and nodded in satisfaction.

West had his fill of setting up a tent, and then used magic to quickly set up Harry's tent.

"Ron, Hermione, and I can live here," Harry said.

Even with the Stretching Charm applied inside the tent, it was still too crowded to squeeze in with the Weasleys.

Snape stepped into the tent and found that in addition to the bedroom and living room, there was also a bathroom and a kitchen, all in the complete Somerset style, understated yet luxurious. Even the sofa in the living room was made of velvet. He thought he had returned to Somerset Manor.

"I suppose you really think we're here on vacation?" Snape couldn't help but ask.

"Enjoy it while you can, I can't let you suffer." West was making the bed in the bedroom when he heard this and chuckled.

Snape entered the bedroom and found that the huge room contained only a large bed.

"West—" Snape said with a dark expression, using his wand to turn a velvet sofa into a bed. "You'll sleep here tonight."

West sighed, "Fine..." His little scheme had completely fallen through.

Just then, Harry poked his head out of the doorway. "Would you like me to fetch you a jug of water, West?"

"Yes, go quickly." West waved his hand dismissively.

"Do you know where Draco's tent is? I'd like to go look for him while I'm at it?" Harry asked, blushing.

Snape couldn't help but glance at him.

"The one that stands out the most is definitely it," West said.

When Harry, Harry, and his two friends returned with water, a well-dressed blond young master followed behind them.

Draco was still complaining to Harry, "My mom made me come and keep you company, it's so weird."

Ever since Hermione explained to Draco in second grade that using too much hairspray could cause hair loss, Draco has never used hairspray again.

At this moment, his soft golden hair had grown to his shoulders and was tied up with a silk ribbon, giving him a noble air.

Harry stood beside him, listening patiently.

West took the water bottle from Harry, who eagerly led Draco back to the tent. "What do you want to eat, Draco? I'll make it for you."

"I never imagined our savior would have the potential to become a house-elf..."

Snape was reading in the living room when he heard Draco's words from afar, and his gaze shifted to West.

He was already busy in the kitchen, humming a little tune, and seemed to be in a very good mood.

Snape couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

The savior's brother was more like a house-elf than the savior himself.