Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling as he strode towards the man who called him.

The others looked at each other and followed.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red-faced wizard with a short brown beard who held something in his other hand that looked like a moldy old boot.

"Let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory," said Mr. Weasley. "He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I assume 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 captain and seeker of the Hufflepuff House Quidditch team.

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

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

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

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

"It's okay," said Mr. Weasley, "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, you must not miss it, even if you have to A pocket of galleons, in fact, it did cost so much to buy the ticket. But I finally got through it, it wasn't too difficult..." Amos Diggory looked at Weasley around him kindly. 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, dear," said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening. "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Um...yeah, yeah..." Harry said.

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

"Of course, Ced has talked about you," said Amos Diggory. "He told us about him playing 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 looked a little embarrassed too.

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

"Yeah, but you didn't fall off, right?" Amos loudly said kindly, patting his son on the back, "Our Ced is always so humble, always behaves like a gentleman... 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 that Tell me who is the better pilot!"

"Hey, Mr. Digory." 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. Diggory said, "Ah ha, I remembered! Cedric told me about you. You are the very famous little prophet, right? Last... …It seems that you predicted a very serious attack when Cedric was in fifth grade!”

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

"Of course," Amos Diggory said with a smile and ruffled a handful of 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.

"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 the rest of their journey much quieter.

Neither 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 almost nothing could be seen 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, which went up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched to On the horizon was a dark forest.

Then they bade farewell to Diggory 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, others were as impatient with Amos Diggory's words as 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 a possibility of dying young."

Mr. Weasley: ...

"You...are you kidding, right?" Arthur Weasley asked uncertainly.

"Of course." Tiera smiled and then shrugged, "But who knows? After all, this is a fickle 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 stuck on the ground that read: Wedsley.

"This place couldn't be better!" said Mr. Weasley 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, Mr. Weasley," Tiera said, "I think you should take the tent off your shoulders first."

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