The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Rolf felt as if he hadn't been sleeping for long, and there was a pounding sound outside the box.

"Rolph, can you hear it? It's time for us to leave! Dear!" After saying that, he heard him wake up Harry and Ron.

After washing up with his eyes closed, Rolfe climbed out of the box and saw the dark night outside through the window of Ron's room.

"Why, it's time?" Fred walked out of the room with sleepy eyes, scratching his head, and asked in a daze.

Everyone was packing things silently, so sleepy that they were reluctant to speak, and they were still yawning and stretching.

Mrs. Weasley was stirring the stuff in a big pot on the stove, and Mr. Weasley sat at the table to check a large piece of ball ticket made of parchment.

As the boys 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. The pants were a bit big on him, so he tied it with a wide-eyed cowhide belt.

"How is it?" he asked anxiously, "we should hide our identity when we go. Do I look like a Muggle like this, Harry?"

"Like," Harry looked at Mr. Weasley carefully for a while, and said with a smile, "and it's 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."

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

"Because you are not yet old and have not passed the exam, and with your grades I am not sure you can pass the exam successfully." Mrs. Weasley replied to him.

"Where did those two girls go?" She turned and rushed out of the kitchen, and they heard her going upstairs.

"Does the Phantom Appearance still have to pass the exam?" Harry asked curiously.

At this moment, Rolf woke up too early and his mind had not turned around yet, so he kept giving food to his mouth mechanically.

"Oh, yes." Mr. Weasley put down the newspaper in his hand and carefully stuffed the ticket into the pocket behind the jeans.

“Once, the Magic Traffic Department fined two people because they had no certificates to show their phantoms.

This is not an easy task. If it is done wrong, it will cause trouble. The two people I mentioned will eventually split up."

Except for Harry, everyone on the dining table frowned and made a bitter face. "Split...Split family?" Harry asked in horror.

"They left half of their bodies?" said Mr. Weasley. He scooped a lot of syrup and stirred it into his porridge, and it seemed that he was a loyal sweet party.

"Are they okay?" he continued to ask in horror, no trace of sleepiness in his wide eyes.

"Oh? It's okay?" said Mr. Weasley in a plain manner, "but they were severely punished. I think they probably won't be hasty anymore.

So you must not use phantom appearance as a joke? Many adult wizards are unwilling to cause trouble. They are willing to use brooms, which is slower, but safe."

At this time, footsteps came from the aisle? Hermione and Ginny walked into the kitchen? Both of them looked very pale, as if they had not woken up.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes, sitting down at the table.

"We are going to walk a while? At least we have to go ahead." Mr. Weasley said comfortingly.

"Walk?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Why, are we going to walk to watch the World Cup?"

"No, no? That's too far," Mr. Weasley replied with a smile, "we only have to walk a short distance, after all, it's very difficult to bring together a large number of wizards without attracting the attention of Muggles.

We had to be very cautious and choose the best time to go on the road, on a grand occasion like the Quidditch World Cup…”

"Why don't we use the space gate?" Hermione asked in confusion, interrupting Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley showed a strange look: "Space Gate? What is that?"

"You should ask Rolf for this question. When he brought me to the Burrow a few days ago, he used the space gate!" Harry recommended Mr. Weasley with great enthusiasm.

Rolf, who was mechanically transporting porridge to his mouth, did not notice that he had no food in his bowl.

But he didn't notice that he was still doing inertial movement mechanically because he had always closed his eyes.

"Rolf?Rolf? Are you okay?" He heard someone calling him, but why am I so sleepy? Why can't I open my eyes?

He felt a shaking around him, and finally helped him shake his eyelids away, "Rolph, are you okay?" Harry asked nervously.

"It's okay, maybe I got up too early, I'm a little uncomfortable. Why do we get up so early?" Rolf struggled to open his eyes, his mind was not clear, and he asked in a daze.

"Mr. Weasley said we were going to walk a long way to the designated location and go to the World Cup stadium through the door key...we were talking about why not use the space gate."

"Yes, why not use the space gate?" Rolf looked at Mr. Weasley with equal curiosity.

"What is the space gate? Why have I never heard of it?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously.

"That is a new type of transportation newly developed by the Owl Company. It is not only easy to use, but also cheaper, but most importantly, the comfort level is the issue! It's really like the name, it's like crossing a door."

"Really?" Mr. Weasley became interested as soon as he heard this. "Then how can we use the space gate?" Mr. Weasley continued to ask questions in great cooperation like a hiring hired by a hiring.

Rolf stretched out his owl watch and showed it to Mr. Weasley: "First of all, you have to go to the Skyhawk Mall to buy a space door plug-in, and then you can send it to the space bus stop near the destination.

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"It's really a magical thing! Molly! How about we try this later?" Mr. Weasley looked very interested.

"You guys go first. I greeted Bill at noon, Charlie and Percy before going to find you." Mrs. Weasley, who had just come down from the upstairs, obviously didn't hear the conversation ahead and said as if it were natural.

"No, no, no, I'm talking about using the space door. In that case, can we go back and have a sleep?" Mr. Weasley said, pointing to Rolf's magic watch.

"What is a space gate?" Sure enough, repeater is human nature, Rolfe explained it to Boss Molly again without getting tired of it.

"Really? Only 2 magic coins are allowed to pass at a time? And there is no limit on the number of people? This is much cheaper than buying Floor powder!" Mrs. Weasley asked in surprise.

"However, are you sure there is a space bus stop on the World Cup venue?" the boss asked worriedly.

Rolf naturally showed her the latest distribution map of the space gate bus stop. After all, the most popular event recently is this year's Quidditch World Cup.

The first batch of bus stops established by the house elves are the World Cup stop.

ps: Thanks to the ancient suicide note book friend, the monthly ticket for the beautiful boy in black in the fog~