In the evening, Mrs. Weasley was preparing dinner for the entire bustling family.
Aiden lightly raised his wand, and bread and jam mixed together in the air, automatically baking as they flew into the large pot with practiced precision.
"Where did you learn this technique?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking at Aiden with genuine surprise.
"America, from a master baker," Aiden replied casually while setting up two additional tables for the crowd.
"When did you go to America?" Ron asked with obvious confusion.
"I keep regular correspondence with Mr. Scamander. He and his good friend are both in America, and his friend happens to be that master baker," Aiden explained, raising an eyebrow at Ron's expression.
"Newt Scamander?!" the twins exclaimed in perfect unison.
"But it's perfectly normal for someone with Aiden's exceptional abilities to know these distinguished people. Mr. Barty Crouch has also praised him highly to me," Percy said proudly, adjusting his tie with self-importance.
"Well then, how about some pre-dinner entertainment?" Arthur suggested, bending down to clear space.
"Aiden can't participate!" came the immediate chorus from five different voices.
Harry looked at Aiden with curious confusion, and Aiden simply shrugged at him with innocent resignation.
The twins eagerly explained the rules to Harry. "Two people control floating tables in the air to collide with each other, and whoever's table crashes to the ground first loses."
"Then why can't Aiden participate?" Harry asked with genuine puzzlement.
"His Finite Incantatem spell has absolutely no detectable magical fluctuations, so Dad can never tell if he's cheating or using his abilities unfairly," Ron supplemented with a knowing grin.
Four people looked at Aiden simultaneously with accusatory expressions, while a certain dragon innocently looked up at the ceiling and began whistling a cheerful tune.
Several people formed competitive pairs and played with infectious enthusiasm. In the end, newcomer Harry unexpectedly emerged victorious, to everyone's surprise.
"Alright, stop playing around; it's dinner time," Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen.
After the hearty family dinner, Percy received a suspicious letter that reeked of dragon dung. When opened carelessly, an absolutely indescribable smell spread throughout the room.
Everyone else was laughing uncontrollably at Percy's expense, but Percy argued with confident dignity, "What do you people know? This is a valuable fertilizer sample sent directly from Norway."
At exactly eight o'clock, there was a distinctive spatial flicker outside the Burrow's front door, and Bill and Charlie had also returned home.
"Bill!" Aiden ran over enthusiastically and gave him a warm brotherly hug.
"Oh, Aiden, you've definitely grown up and gotten considerably heavier. Hmm, and maybe more handsome too?" Bill said with deliberate uncertainty.
"Get lost," Aiden replied affectionately, giving him a playful kick in the shin.
"That's my eldest brother Bill and second brother Charlie. Aiden has maintained a close relationship with Bill since childhood. Bill often took him out on adventures," Ron explained to Harry, his envy practically overflowing.
"That sounds really wonderful," Harry said, looking at the loving family before him, his mouth unconsciously forming a genuine smile.
The next morning, Hermione and her parents also arrived at the chaotic Burrow.
"Wake up, Ron, we need to leave immediately," Hermione announced, bursting into the room shared by the two older boys.
"Merlin's beard," Ron gasped, frantically grabbing his blanket to cover his exposed arms.
Downstairs, the family was already wide awake and bustling with activity. Bill and Charlie were still resting comfortably because they had official Apparition licenses and could travel directly to the venue.
"Ugh, I want to get a license too," Aiden yawned expansively, his beautiful heterochromatic eyes revealing obvious laziness.
"That's at least five years minimum. Although I can't stop you from running around with that spatial ability normally, for Merlin's sake, at least follow the law today," Mrs. Weasley said firmly while affectionately rubbing Aiden's silver hair.
Everyone finished their hasty breakfast under Arthur's increasingly urgent prompting.
"I'll sleep a bit more during the journey. My Patronus will follow you faithfully," Aiden announced sleepily.
A magnificent silver Patronus materialized, and Aiden transformed into a dream spirit and concealed himself inside the glowing form.
"Wizards can actually do this kind of thing?" Mr. Granger asked Hermione with hopeful expectation.
"No, maybe we're just different species entirely," Hermione replied, shaking her head with resignation.
"Do you really have species distinctions?" Mrs. Granger asked with growing curiosity.
"No, Mom, I'm definitely your biological daughter. No mutations, no self-modifications of any kind," Hermione said firmly, calming her parents' curious questions.
The group walked through several peaceful Muggle villages to find the designated Portkey location, with the silver Patronus discreetly following them underground.
After walking a considerable distance through a dense forest, a middle-aged man wearing a distinctive beret was already waiting for them patiently.
"Arthur, why are you so late?" the man called out with mild reproach.
"Sorry, Amos, it seems some of us had considerable trouble getting up this morning," Arthur apologized with diplomatic embarrassment.
The two men walked together in comfortable conversation, and a young man jumped down gracefully from a nearby tree.
"This fine young man must be your son Cedric," Arthur said warmly, patting Cedric's shoulder.
"Everyone, this is my esteemed colleague from the Ministry, Amos Diggory," Arthur introduced to the gathering.
At this moment, the silver-white Patronus also floated up smoothly from underground.
The Patronus dispersed into shimmering particles, and Aiden walked out from the fading fluorescent light, looking refreshed.
"Cedric Diggory," Cedric said politely, extending his hand to Aiden.
"Aiden Prewett," Aiden replied, shaking his hand with firm respect.
"Merlin's beard, you must be the famous Harry Potter! My son told me all about last year's match. I told him this is definitely something you'll have to tell your grandchildren someday. He actually beat Harry Potter in a fair competition," Amos laughed loudly with obvious pride.
Harry stood there speechless with discomfort, George and Fred frowned with irritation, while Cedric embarrassedly lowered his head in mortification.
Since Mr. Diggory had thoroughly ruined the friendly atmosphere, everyone walked in uncomfortable silence toward Stoatshead Hill.
To cope with the World Cup's massive arrival, the Ministry of Magic had strategically placed over two hundred Portkeys throughout Britain.
These Portkeys were cleverly disguised as inconspicuous pieces of trash and had to be touched at precisely specific times to activate transportation.
Everyone climbed to the designated hilltop, where an old, worn boot was placed conspicuously.
"Ready, everyone? Just grab the boot firmly," Arthur shouted to the assembled group.
The group stepped forward and grabbed the magical boot. With a nauseating sensation like a hook pulling violently at their navels, the group arrived at the sprawling campsite beside the Quidditch World Cup venue.
The campsite manager was a confused man named Roberts, who was standing at the entrance selling basic tents while being extremely curious about the oddly dressed wizards constantly passing by.
He kept looking back with growing suspicion, but the passing wizards frequently cast subtle Memory Charms on him, which made Arthur frown with obvious disapproval.
Since this was a Muggle-managed campsite, all the attending wizards had to experience an unusual world completely without magic.
"So I maintain this approach is unnecessarily backward," Aiden complained with characteristic directness.
Then Mr. Weasley led the group wandering around the massive campsite, finally stopping in front of two modest tents.
The people inside the tents heard the commotion outside and emerged to investigate.
"Harry," Sirius said with a warm smile directed at Harry.
At this moment, Harry again saw that remarkably handsome young man from his parents' cherished wedding photograph.
"Sirius," Harry said with joy, running over to embrace him tightly.
After some pleasant conversation and catching up, everyone entered the deceptively spacious tents. Harry and Ron unsurprisingly had to squeeze into one cramped room together.
Hermione shared with Ginny, George with Fred, and Bill with Charlie, while Aiden could only squeeze in with Arthur in the remaining space.
"Alright, children, since we absolutely cannot use magic here, we'll have to do everything the Muggle way. Now let's work together to get a proper fire going," Arthur announced with determined enthusiasm.
Everyone got to work with varying degrees of success, with Aiden volunteering to go to the supply station to gather suitable firewood.
Arthur spent the entire time completely fascinated with experimenting with matches, and finally Hermione, who couldn't stand watching his struggles anymore, stepped in to help get the fire started properly.