Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 269 Diggory

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling and striding towards the man who called him.

The others looked at each other and followed suit.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard. In the other hand, the man held something that looked like a moldy old boot.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said, "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I think you all know his son Cedric?"

Cedric Diggory was about seventeen years old. He was a very handsome brown-haired boy, tall and thin, with two touches of plateau red on his face like his father.

At Hogwarts, he was the captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team.

"Hi, hello." Cedric said, greeting warmly.

Everyone said "Hi," but Fred and George didn't say anything, just nodded.

The twins have yet to fully forgive Cedric for defeating their Gryffindor team in their first Quidditch match last year.

"It's a long way, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"It's okay." Mr. Weasley said, "We live on the other side of the village. What about you?"

"You got up at two o'clock, didn't you, Ced? To tell you the truth, I really hope he passes the Apparition exam early. But... there is nothing to complain about... The Quidditch World Cup must not be missed, even if it has to be

A pocketful of galleons, in fact, it did cost so much money to buy the ticket. But I finally got through it, it wasn't too difficult..." Amos Diggory looked at Weasley around him kindly.

The three brothers, Tiera, Harry, Hermione and Ginny, "Arthur, are these your children?"

"Oh, no, the one with red hair is the one." Mr. Weasley pointed out his children one by one. "This is Hermione, Ron's friend, this is Harry, and Tiera, also Ron's

friend."

"Oh, my God," said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Um...yes, yes..." Harry said.

Harry was used to people always staring at him curiously when they first met him, and used to them immediately turning their attention to the scar on his forehead, but this always made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course, Ced has talked about you," said Amos Diggory. "He told us about his race with you last year... I said to him, I said, Ced, wait for it

You can tell your grandchildren about it when you are old, it is amazing... you defeated Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he said nothing. Fred and George both frowned again.

Cedric also looked a little embarrassed.

"Harry fell off his broom... Dad..." Cedric muttered quietly, "I told you... it was an accident..."

"Yeah, but you didn't fall off, right?" Amos said loudly and affectionately, patting his son on the back. "Our Ced is always so humble and gentlemanly... But

The one who wins is always the best, I'm sure Harry would say the same, right? One falls off the broom and the other stays on it, you don't need a genius to do it

Tell me who is the better pilot!"

"Na na na, Mr. Diggory." Tiera spoke at this time.

"Well, what's wrong, um... um..." Cedric's father looked at Tiera, but obviously, he didn't remember Tiera's name very much——

"Just call me Tiera." Tiera said.

"Oh, hello, little Tiera." Mr. Digory said, "Ah ha, I remembered! Cedric told me about you. You are the very famous little prophet, right? Last...

...It seems that when Cedric was in fifth grade, you predicted a very serious attack!"

"Yes, that's right." Tiera said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you." Cedric's father also bent down and shook hands with Tiera.

"Mr. Digory, you must be very proud of your son, right?" Tiera asked after shaking hands.

"Of course." Amos Diggory said with a smile, and then touched Cedric's hair.

"Alas..." Tiera sighed loudly, shook her head, and then stared at Cedric with eyes that looked ethereal, as if she were looking at a dead person.

Cedric was furious at the sight.

"Alas..." Then Tiera sighed again and looked at Cedric's father with a sad look.

"Alas..." Tiera then silently withdrew her gaze and said to herself, "It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

Cedric:……

Amos Diggory:…

Tiera's words and actions obviously frightened the Diggorys.

This made their subsequent journey much quieter.

Neither of them said another word until they parted from Digory and his son.

Using the old boot as a door key, they arrived directly at the Quidditch camp.

We walked through the deserted swamp, and could hardly see anything in the thick fog.

After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house were hundreds of strange-shaped tents. They went up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched to

On the horizon is a dark forest.

Then they bade farewell to Digory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house.

"What a genius you are!" Fred Weasley said, "You actually thought of scaring them like this."

The others also nodded. Apparently, they were a little impatient with Amos Diggory's words just like Fred and George.

"But nothing will happen to Digory?" Mr. Weasley asked with some concern.

"Oh, no, it's not a big deal." Tiera said, "It's just the possibility of dying young."

Mr. Weasley:…

"You...are joking, right?" Arthur Weasley asked uncertainly.

"Of course." Tiera smiled and then shrugged, "But who knows? After all, this is an ever-changing world, and someone may die young at any time."

Mr. Weasley:…

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask," said Mr. Weasley, "Forget it, forget it, let's go buy our tent."

Then Weasley led everyone into the stone house.

After buying the tent, they came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp. There was an open space with a small sign on the ground that read: Wezley.

"This place couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily, "The venue is on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't be any closer."

"Okay." He said excitedly, "Strictly speaking, magic is not allowed. Since so many of us have come to Muggle territory, we have to put up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult...

Muggles are all like this... By the way, Harry, and Tiera, where should we start?"

"First of all, Mr. Weasley," Tiera said, "I think you should take the tent off your shoulders first."

"Oh oh oh, yes, yes," Arthur Weasley said embarrassedly.