Pennelope and the Goblet (Harry Potter Love Story) book 4

Round one

I got off of Harry and ran over to help Hermione. We seemed to have arrived at a deserted misty moor. In front of our group are some tired looking wizards , one is holding a large gold watch, the other has a long roll of parchment and quill. They're both dressed like Muggles. Very badly dressed Muggles.

"Morning, Basil," Mr. Weasley said, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys.

"Hello there, Arthur," Basil said wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some. . . We've been here all night . . . You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite . . . Weasley . . . Wesley . . ." He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory . . . Second field . . . Ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks, Basil," Mr. Weasley said, he beckoned us all to follow him.

I groaned as we began to walk again.

"Harry!" I groaned, I peeked at him, he didn't hear me. "Harry!" I groaned louder. He turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Penny?" He asked.

"Can I have a piggyback ride, please, my feet are so tired," I begged. He thought for a moment, them turned around and held his arms out behind him. I walked forward and leapt onto his back.

We began to walk, I kept bouncing up and down every time Harry took a step, it feels awkward, I feel like a backpack when someone is running and it goes up and down. After about twenty minutes of bouncing. I could make out ghostly shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents. We said goodbye to the Diggorys, I just nodded in acknowledgment. We approached a cottage.

A man stood in the doorway, looking out at the tents. I think he's the only real Muggle. The man heard our footsteps and turned around to look at us.

"Morning!" Mr. Weasley said brightly.

"Morning," the Muggle said.

"Would you be Mr. Roberts?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Aye, I would," Roberts said. "And who are you?"

"Weasley - two tents, booked a couple of days ago?"

"Aye," Roberts said, looking at his list that's tacked to his door. "You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?"

"That's it," Mr. Weasley said.

"You'll be paying now, then?" Roberts said.

"Ah - right - certainly -" Mr. Weasley said. He retreated a short distance from the cottage and beckoned Harry over to him, unfortunately. I'm basically on Harry.

"Help me, Harry, Penny," he muttered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and started to peel the notes apart. "This one's a - a - a ten? Ah yes, I see the little number on it now . . . So this is a five?"

"A twenty," I corrected him.

"Ah yes, so it is . . . I don't know, these little bits of paper . . ." Mr. Weasley said stressed.

"You foreign?" Roberts asked Mr. Weasley when he gave Roberts the correct amount.

"Foreign?" Mr. Weasley repeated puzzled.

"You're not the first one who's had trouble with money," Roberts squinted at Mr. Weasley closely. "I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago."

Roberts rummaged around for some change.

"Did you really?" Mr. Weasley asked nervously.

I rested my head on Harry's shoulder as I watched the two men talk.