The arrival of friends made the Burrow more lively than before. Everyone was noisy, chasing goblins in the garden, or using wands to control two tables to duel, and they were not driven back to their rooms until late at night by Mrs. Weasley.

Waited until the next day.

Kyle was woken up at daybreak, dressed and went to the Burrow.

The Weasley family seemed to have just woken up. Everyone's hair was messy and they kept yawning, looking like they had not woken up yet.

"My dear, I was just wondering whether I should go and call you." Mrs. Weasley came over with a plate of corned beef sandwiches in her hand. "We're about to leave, so eat something first."

Kyle nodded, picked up a sandwich and took a bite.

Next to him, Mr. Weasley was showing Harry the clothes he was going to wear today.

"Well," he asked eagerly. "We're supposed to be hiding our identities when we go there. Do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Like," Harry confirmed with a smile.

Although golf shirts and jeans don’t match well, they’re still pretty good, and no one would find it strange if I walked down the street.

"Why are Bill, Charlie... and Percy missing..." Fred asked while eating a sandwich.

"They can Apparate, can't they?" Mrs. Weasley put a large pot on the table and began to pour porridge into everyone's bowls. "So they can sleep in a little longer."

Fred mumbled something, but no one could hear it because his mouth was full of sandwich.

Kyle sighed.

He could Apparate, but he was not old enough and had not passed the exam to get a certificate, so he could Apparate without a license and it would be very troublesome if he was caught by the Ministry of Magic, so he had to get up early and set off with the main group.

There were footsteps in the corridor, and Cho, Hermione and Ginny walked into the kitchen. Their faces looked very pale, as if there were three bird's nests on their heads.

Ginny sat at the table, complaining about having to get up so early.

Everyone drank the porridge and quickly ate a few bites of sandwiches, without wasting too much time.

"It's time to go. Have fun."

Mrs. Weasley checked the time, "I'll send Bill, Charlie and Percy over at noon."

Then everyone walked through the dark yard and headed towards a hill in the distance.

On the way, Harry curiously asked where the Quidditch match was.

“It’s been really hard to organize.”

Speaking of this, Mr. Weasley suddenly sighed and said, "About 100,000 wizards will come to watch the World Cup. Of course, we can't find a place that can accommodate so many people. Imagine, how can 100,000 wizards be crammed into Diagon Alley or Platform 9?

So we had to find an uninhabited marshland and take all the necessary precautions to make it Muggle-proof, and the Ministry was busy with that for months."

"So how do we get there?" Harry asked. "Walk?"

"Of course not." Mr. Weasley said, "We use the Portkey, which is used to transport wizards from one place to another within a specified time. The nearest Portkey is on the White Ferret Hill, and that's where we are going now."

The journey was much longer than they had imagined, especially when they climbed up the White Stoat Hill. Kyle could clearly hear Harry's increasingly heavy breathing.

When they stepped onto flat ground again, it was already light and everyone was exhausted.

Mr. Weasley wiped the sweat from his forehead and said breathlessly, "Yes, we are on time... there are still ten minutes left."

"Hey, Arthur!" A voice suddenly came from the front, and a man with a brown beard stood there, holding a moldy old boot in his hand.

"Come here, we've found the portkey."

Cedric stood next to the man, smiling and waving at them.

"Let me introduce you all." Mr. Weasley looked at Harry and Hermione... "This is Amos Diggory, he works at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and this is his son, Cedric, I think you all know him."

As for Cedric, of course they knew each other.

"Hi, guys!" Cedric walked over and greeted them, then went straight to the end of the team.

"Qiu, how was your rest last night?"

"It's okay, I just got up too early."

Qiu's cheeks were red from climbing the mountain, and Cedric could hardly take his eyes off her.

"Tsk..." Fred said to Kyle with a look of disgust: "Why doesn't he look at us? Are we all transparent?"

"At least in his eyes... almost." Kyle said.

"Haha." George laughed strangely, "I really want to stuff a balloon candy into his mouth and let him float to the World Cup venue."

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"Put two more in there," Kyle said, "to make him float higher."

Kyle and his friends were discussing how to deal with Cedric, while the adults were also talking over there.

"Did you come a long way, Arthur?" asked Mr. Diggory, handing him his old boots.

"There's nothing we can do about it. This is the only place nearby where Muggles won't come." Mr. Weasley said, "What about you?"

"I got up at two o'clock." Mr. Diggory rubbed his eyes. "To be honest, I really want Ced to pass the Apparition test earlier, but I can't complain... The Quidditch World Cup must not be missed."

"Where did you get your tickets from?"

"Top box." Mr. Diggory smiled happily, "Chris helped Ludo Bagman solve a little problem before, thanks to him, I got the best ticket.

Unfortunately, there was only one left, so I decided to let Seth go.”

"Didn't you get your ticket?" frowned Mr. Weasley.

"There are tickets for the stands, but I didn't take them." Mr. Diggory shook his head and said, "But it's okay this way. You know, most people are busy with the World Cup right now, and there is a shortage of manpower for another thing.

Bagman just happened to say that you will be there too, so please help me take care of Ced."

"That's no problem at all," said Mr. Weasley, "but I remember you liked Quidditch, didn't you?"

"That's right, but I don't like this team!" At this point, Mr. Diggory's voice suddenly became louder. "Even the Peruvian team didn't make it to the finals. What's the point of watching this World Cup?"

Mr. Weasley then remembered that Amos was a loyal fan of the Peruvian team, which was eliminated by Ireland in the semi-finals.

Looking at Amos who was still furious and accusing the game of being shady, Mr. Weasley wisely said nothing more. He just nodded and said, "Don't worry, leave Ced to me. I will take good care of him."

Then he checked the time and shouted, "One minute left. Come on, we should be in position... Just stretch out one finger and make sure you can touch the portkey?"

With their bulging backpacks on their backs, everyone gathered around the old boots held by Mr. Weasley.

They stood there, huddled in a tight circle.

"Three..." Mr. Weasley stared at his pocket watch and whispered, "Two...one..."

(End of this chapter)