Chapter 105: First Camp

"Five-thirty, from Green Manor." Just one voice said.

Dartmoor is a vast expanse of desolate, mist-shrouded moorland.

Before them stood two tired, sullen wizards, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they were not very good at it: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit and a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes; his colleague was dressed as a Scottish Highlander. That pleated skirt and a South American cape.

"Good morning, Basil," said Gareth, handing the portkey to the wizard in the pleated skirt. The man threw it into a large box next to him, which contained used door keys, such as old newspapers, empty cans, and footballs riddled with holes.

"Hello, Mr. Greengrass," Basil said tiredly, "I'm sorry, we are a little tired. We have been here since last night. We just received a large group of people from the Black Forest of Germany a quarter of an hour ago. ...Let me find where your camp is..." He searched on the parchment list, "Oh, you are in the first camp area, just walk from here. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts."

"Thank you, Basil," said Gareth, beckoning everyone to follow him.

Although Greengrass is low-key, he still needs to show his identity outside, so the camp Gareth booked is in the first camp area - the location there is the best, closest to the competition venue, and nearby are all pure-blood wizard families and noble families. wizard. If he guessed correctly, Lucius should also book the Malfoy family's camp in that area.

According to Schelling's memory of the original work, the Weasley family was also in the first camp. This was not because of their arrogance, but because Arthur helped Odo Bagman, the younger brother of Ludovic Bagman, the director of the Sports Department. Got out of some legal trouble, so Ludovic gave Arthur his best ticket as a thank you.

Everyone was in high spirits and laughed as they walked through the deserted swamp, barely visible in the thick fog. After walking forward for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of us, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house were hundreds of strange-shaped tents.

They followed the gentle slope of a large field that stretched to a dark forest on the horizon. A man stood at the door, looking at the tents.

From the look on his face, he was probably the only real Muggle in this large area, Mr. Roberts, the caretaker of the grounds. As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned to look at them.

The butler Mogaton walked over and talked to him about renting a tent.

Morgadon couldn't tell the difference between Muggle money, and he struggled to find it in a large roll of banknotes, which aroused Roberts' suspicion. Xie Lin hurried forward to help Mr. Terry solve the problem, which aroused everyone's suspicion. It was undoubtedly a strange thing for a young master from a pure-blood family to know how to distinguish Muggle money.

Several people passed through the entrance of the venue, and a wizard assigned by the Ministry of Magic to greet them accompanied them to their camp location. He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were purple shadows under his eyes.

The wizard, who was obviously acquainted with Gareth and Morgadon, kept complaining about the irritating workload that had been weighing on him in recent days.

"Too bad, Gareth!" he kept muttering. "That Muggle has caused me a lot of trouble. To keep him in a good mood, I have to recite the Oblivion Charm dozens of times a day. Besides, A lot of trouble awaits me."

"Are you the only one busy?!" Gareth said in surprise, "Where are the others?!"

"Forget it, Ludo Bagman is only going to be a disservice. This was originally a matter for their department, but he just walked around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, and didn't care about Muggles. , stay safe." He sighed heavily, "God, I really wish this would end soon, this is simply a torture. See you later, Gareth!" After that, he phantomed from where he was. Apparition disappeared.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the director of the Sports Department." Astoria said in surprise. "He should know not to talk about Bludgers around Muggles, right?"

"Yes, dear!" Gareth said with a smile, "Ludo has always been a little careless about safety issues, but you can't find a more passionate person to serve as the leader of the Sports Department. You You know, he originally played Quidditch for Great Britain and he was the best batsman the Wimborne Hornets ever had.”

In the wizarding world, Ludovic Bagman is a very famous and popular person.

However, upon hearing Gareth's words, the usually taciturn Morgadon sneered, "Bagman's past is not as glorious as the rumors say. He was once accused of providing confidential information to the Death Eaters. However, it is undeniable that he He was a complete idiot and I doubt he knew what he was doing at the time.”

Schelling nodded. According to the description in the original book, Ludovic Bagman was indeed a real fool.

They walked through two long rows of tents. Most of them looked normal. Obviously, their owners had taken great pains to make them look like Muggle tents. However, some of them were overdone, adding chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes, making them look weird.

Occasionally, there were a few tents that were obviously enchanted.

For example, in the middle of the camp, there was a tent that was particularly eye-catching. It was extravagantly made of a lot of striped silk, just like a small palace. There were a few pure white peacocks tied at the entrance, and a garden in front of the door, with birdbaths, sundials, fountains and everything else. Sherin held his forehead and sighed. This style was definitely right - it was the Malfoy family, still as luxurious, high-profile, ostentatious and domineering as always.

Gareth looked at Sherin with a half-smile, but did not comment, and continued to their camp.

Not far from the Malfoy camp, there is a dark green tent that has been built, covering a large area.

The tent is very simple and elegant, with a conical spire towering into the sky, embroidered with dark gold Greengrass family patterns. Although it looks magnificent, it does not appear abrupt. The whole tent has no fancy things, and is no different from the Muggle dome tent, except that it is particularly large.

As Xie Lin entered the tent with everyone, he could not help but marvel at the space and furnishings inside. In the corridor facing the entrance hall, copper pots and other copper kitchen utensils shone with a rose-colored luster. The wooden tabletop was also polished to a shine. Silver cups and plates have been placed on it, shining in the warm glow of the fire. On the side are the dining room and bathroom, with a landscape painting hanging on the wall. Everything looks particularly warm.

The brown-black staircase covered with thick carpet extends upward, about three floors high. There are bedrooms all above, just like outside, the space becomes narrower as you go up, but the decoration is very stylish.

It was hard to imagine that this was actually a tent, not a holiday villa of a noble family.

Two house elves, Diva and Dino, heard the sound and hurried out to greet them, and used magic to send everyone's luggage to their respective rooms. After enjoying the breakfast prepared by the house elves, Gareth and Mogarton planned to visit the tents of the families they were on good terms with one by one, and conduct social activities that could promote relationships.

At the request of the curious Astoria, Sherin and the girls decided to walk around the camp and see what they had to see.

The camp was surrounded by pure-blood wizard families and noble wizard families.

There was a tall and majestic tent that was built in the shape of a castle, and there were several corner towers erected next to it. The most noticeable thing was that this tent exuded a very charming fragrance that made people stop and not want to leave.

Sherin recognized the boy at the door - Blaise Shabini. Next to him stood a beautiful woman.

That was his mother, Mrs. Shabini. Mrs. Zabini is not a simple person. She has been married seven times. Each husband died in a very strange way and left her a large inheritance.

Mrs. Zabini is indeed very beautiful, with big wavy blonde hair, impeccable delicate features, and a plump and slender perfect figure. The most unforgettable thing is her special temperament that combines elegance and nobility with enchanting charm. Her every frown and smile is charming, and every move is full of charming charm.

Xie Ling has seen many beautiful women. Not counting those he saw on TV and magazines in his previous life, his mother Narcissa, sister Gulana who he met not long ago, and vampire prince Elizabeth Bathory in this life are all great beauties, but none of them can give Xie Ling the same visual impact.

A word popped up in Xie Ling's mind involuntarily-"Femme Fatale". This French word means fatal lady, which means a beautiful woman with fatal attraction, which can make men indulge in this dangerous and charming attraction and unable to extricate themselves. Other beauties may make people happy or pity, but fatal ladies often only make people addicted and think of something indescribable.

"Hi, Sherin!" Brace came over with his mother and greeted Sherin.

When he was in close contact with Mrs. Shabini, a fragrant breeze blew in his face. Sherin felt his lips dry and his heartbeat accelerated. He used the brain closure technique to suppress the lust in his heart, and his eyes became clear again.

"Brace, are these your friends? Why don't you introduce them to your mother?" Mrs. Shabini's eyes, which seemed to be able to seduce people's souls, moved their eyes. After staying on Sherin for a few seconds, she saw that Sherin's eyes were calm and his behavior was calm, so she couldn't help but raise her red lips slightly. This is a very interesting boy!

Shallin looked directly into Mrs. Zabini's eyes and introduced himself very naturally: "Auntie, hello, I am Shallin from the Malfoy family, these two are Daphne and Astoria from the Greengrass family, and this is Meredith from the Shafik family."

"I know your name, Shallin, the youngest Sir Merlin... You are really outstanding. I am so happy that Blaise has a friend like you. If you have the chance, please come to my house more often..." Mrs. Zabini's attitude was a bit too enthusiastic. Shallin, who saw everything through the divine Amaterasu, thought secretly in his heart, but his face remained calm and he accepted Mrs. Zabini's invitation indifferently.

Afterwards, Sherrin took the three girls to visit the Malfoy family camp.

There was only Narcissa in the tent, and she was leisurely directing Lele to decorate and furnish the interior of the tent.

Although Xie Lin knew that this tent was only used for one day, others did not know how long this game would last. The last semi-final match lasted for five days and five nights, so in Narcissa's opinion, it would take Make the inside of the tent as comfortable as possible.

When Narcissa saw that her son came to see her in a sensible manner, and that she and her son had been separated for a week, she felt a little missed and happily gave Xie Lin a big hug.

For the three girls who came with her, Narcissa also received them very warmly, and expressed her love for them both overtly and covertly, which made the three girls blush with shyness.

"Mom, why don't you see your father and brother?" Xie Lin asked.

"You also know that your father donated a large amount of money to St. Mungo's Hospital not long ago, so he is having dinner with several senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge is also there. As for Draco, he went out early, He said he was looking for Goyle and Crabbe, but I don't know if that's true... This kid has been mysterious all summer, and he must have a girlfriend..."

Xie Lin sweated violently.

Then, they saw the tents of several familiar families in the first camp area: the Parkinson family’s camp, the Bursted family’s camp, the Runcorn family’s camp, the Knott family’s camp…

Xie Lin, several classmates, and their parents all greeted politely one by one.

Finally met old Nott.

Old Nott is an unsmiling old man, over sixty years old, but his eyes are still sharp.

Schelling expressed his gratitude for the two gifts he received at the end of last semester, and exchanged alchemy with Old Nott on an equal footing. Even in Old Nott's state of mind, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly at Xie Lin's alchemy attainments.

How old is this young man? His alchemy is almost the same as his own. Although Schelling benefited a lot from this exchange, Old Nott also gained a lot from it. Old Nott believed that even if Old Bock, another great alchemist family, communicated with him, he might not have such an effect.

He lamented in his heart. In his opinion, it would be very difficult for his son Theodore to inherit the family business and continue to monopolize the British alchemy industry!

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