The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Fred and George both shook their heads.

"Unless we show her the money we've earned at school over the past two years."

"But the only result of doing that is confiscation."

“Then you’ll only have time to prove it,” Scott said with a smile.

“Only Percy would want to work for the Ministry of Magic,” Fred said, scoffing. “After all, he’s a careerist.”

George said with a hint of schadenfreude, "It's a pity he can only stay at home and can't find any way in. Of course, Dad doesn't agree with him entering the Ministry of Magic right now either."

“The current situation is indeed not suitable,” Scott said.

Entering the Ministry of Magic before the situation stabilizes is not a good choice. A recent graduate like Percy could easily lose his life if he gets caught up in the conflicts between various factions.

“We all understand what Dad means, except for Percy.”

"His temper is getting worse and worse."

Fred and George began to complain in dissatisfaction.

Scott felt a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject. Then they started speculating about what kind of wizards would be appointed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Potions professor in the new semester.

They didn't come downstairs until Mrs. Weasley called everyone to lunch.

Scott then noticed that Hermione was also there.

Because of the previous dispute about the treatment of house-elves, their relationship had become a bit strained, so they only exchanged greetings.

At the dinner table, Mrs. Weasley, just as the twins had worried, inquired about Scott's OWLs results.

Under the twins' constant eye signals, Scott followed their instructions and used the excuse of Professor Flitwick collecting report cards to cover it up.

Mrs. Weasley clearly didn't quite believe his reasoning.

Although she didn't ask any more questions, she glared at the twins several times.

The entire lunch was not a pleasant experience.

It wasn't because Mrs. Weasley was worried about the twins' grades, but because Percy remained silent and expressionless throughout.

While the others were only halfway through their meal, he put down his cutlery, silently left the table, and went upstairs.

This prompted the remaining Weasley siblings to complain.

“Mom, look at him!” Ginny was the first to speak up.

Ron then complained, "Does he have to make everyone unhappy?"

"Oh, poor baby Percy."

"Maybe he'll eat more if his mother feeds him by hand."

The twins always speak in a sarcastic or unsettling tone.

"It seems that even with 12 OWL certifications, it's still impossible to find a good job."

"But in Baby Percy's eyes, only the Ministry of Magic is a good job."

But Mrs. Weasley clearly felt sorry for Percy and forcefully suppressed their discontent.

“Shut up, all of you!” she hissed, glaring at him. “Percy is just in a bad mood, you should understand him.”

Upon hearing her words, the four siblings all showed displeasure.

At the dinner table, Scott, Harry, and Hermione, who were not members of the Weasley family, felt somewhat awkward.

Scott was alright, but Harry and Hermione became very careful even when they were eating.

Mrs. Weasley noticed this and began to stuff food into their mouths, which made Harry and Hermione, who were already feeling overwhelmed by the enthusiasm, even more embarrassed.

In the afternoon, Scott stayed in Fred and George's room, helping them prepare the goods for the order.

That evening, Sirius Black and Mr. Weasley came to the Burrow together.

The next morning, the group headed to Weasel Mountain, where they would search for the key to the final competition venue.

On their way, they encountered Cedric and his father, Mr. Diggory, who had the same goal.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they climbed the mountain together.

Throughout the journey, Mr. Diggory, the bragging maniac, couldn't stop praising Cedric, spouting endless clichés.

But he soon encountered an opponent.

Because Sirius, under his influence, has also transformed into another show-off, dragging Harry out to fight Cedric.

Harry couldn't compete with Cedric, the model student, in academic performance; Mr. Diggory easily won the first round.

Sirius then went on to boast about Harry's "amazing" Quidditch talent, which he "inherited from his father."

Mr. Diggory was not to be outdone, subtly implying that Harry hadn't become the captain of a Quidditch team like Cedric.

Cedric tried to interrupt and change the subject several times, but he couldn't stop his father. He could only blush and smile apologetically at the others.

Of course, Harry also seemed to be overwhelmed by shame.

His face was even redder than Cedric's, and he could only lower his head to hide it.

Mr. Weasley, who had a bunch of kids and no shortage of bragging rights, didn't get involved in the war between the two bragging kingpins; he just listened with amusement.

Scott felt that this was the kind of big shot who kept his achievements hidden.

Amidst the commotion, they reached the mountaintop and found the key to their target door—an old boot.

"Everyone, put your hands on top!"

Under Mr. Weasley's direction, they stood in a circle and placed their fingers on their boots.

And Rimbaud, Scott didn't forget him this time.

The door key was activated, and after a dizzying spin, Scott landed safely in an open area.

Besides him, only Cedric and the three adults landed standing up; everyone else was rolling around on the ground.

“5:07, from Weasel Mountain,” a voice said.

As the others struggled to their feet, Scott turned to survey his surroundings.

The place they arrived at resembled a vast, desolate, misty swamp.

In front of them stood two exhausted wizards with gloomy faces.

One of them was holding a large gold watch, and the other was holding a thick roll of parchment and a quill pen.

Both of them were dressed as Muggles, but it looked completely out of place.

The man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit jacket, but underneath he wore a pair of thigh-high rubber overshoes.

His colleague was wearing a pleated kilt like those worn by Scottish Highland men and a South American cloak.

Mr. Weasley greeted them and handed the old boot to one of the men.

The man told them the location of the camp, “Weasley… walk about a quarter of a mile, it’s the first camp ahead. The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. Diggory… you’re at the second camp… look for Mr. Payne.”

Chapter 439 Observations at the Campsite

"Thank you, Basil."

After thanking the wizard who was guiding them, Mr. Weasley beckoned everyone to follow him forward.

The area was shrouded in thick fog, making it almost impossible to see anything.

They helped each other along, trudging forward with uneven steps, and after about twenty minutes they finally crossed the desolate swamp and arrived at a small stone house.

Scott narrowed his eyes, looking at the countless oddly shaped tents behind the stone house.

The crowded tents climbed up the gentle slope of the large field, which stretched all the way to a dark forest on the horizon.

They said goodbye to Diggory and his son and walked toward the door of the stone house.

There stood a man gazing at the tents.

Scott couldn't sense any magical fluctuations emanating from him; he was a true Muggle.

Hearing their footsteps, the man turned to look at them.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning!"

Are you Mr. Roberts?

"Ah, that's right. Who are you?"

"Weasley... two tents, booked two days ago, do you have them?"

"Yes, you have a place by the woods there. Are you only staying for one night?"

"Yes."

"Then, can I pay now?"

"Ah... okay... no problem..."

After a brief exchange, Mr. Weasley stepped back a few paces and left the little stone house.

"Help me, Harry."

He pulled a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separated the bills one by one.

"This one is... um... ten yuan? Oh, right, I saw the small number printed on it... so this one is five yuan?"

With Harry's help, he finally managed to distinguish the denominations of the banknotes.

Are you a foreigner?

When Mr. Weasley returned with several correct banknotes, Mr. Roberts asked him.

"Foreigner?"

"You're not the only one who doesn't know the amount of money. Just ten minutes ago, two people tried to pay me with gold coins the size of beer bottle caps."

"really?"

Mr. Weasley was afraid of giving himself away, so he became somewhat uneasy.