Chapter 491 Quidditch World Cup (Part 2)

Harry let go of Ron and himself and stood up. He wanted to ask Fanlin about flying, but the person who came interrupted him.

Fan Lin shook his head gently, and he saw two people walking over from the sky.

Fan Lin looked around, and they arrived at a misty wilderness that looked very desolate. In front of them were a pair of tired and rough looking wizards. One of them held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed like Muggles, but they looked very clumsy. The man holding the watch wore a tweed coat, his colleague wore a pleated skirt and a large waterproof jacket.

"Good morning, Brazilian," Mr. Weasley greeted, picking up the boots and handing them to the wizard in skirts. He threw the boots into a large box of used door keys nearby; Fanlin could see an old newspaper, an empty drink can and a soccer ball with holes in it.

"Hello, Arthur," the Brazilian said tiredly, "You don't have to be on duty, do you? That's a good thing for some people... We've been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, a big group is about to arrive, They came from the Black Forest and set off at 5:15. Wait a minute, let me find your camp... Weasley... Weasley..." He looked at the list on the parchment, "Over there, about A quarter of a mile, you go to Camp One and find Mr. Pine."

"Thank you!" Mr. Weasley asked the others to follow him.

"But before that, I must warn you that you should know the rules."

"Of course." Mr. Weasley said nonchalantly.

Then the Brazilian turned his head and aimed at Fanlin.

"That kid, don't use your magic to please your girlfriend, this is Muggle territory..."

Hermione wanted to argue, but Fanlin spoke first.

"We know the rules, sir." Fan Lin said.

The Brazilian nodded, "But magic is still worthy of recognition. I have never seen a little wizard who mastered magic at such a young age. You came from there."

"Hogwarts, sir." Fan Lin said.

The Brazilian nodded, "You must be considered the best in your school. Well, Dumbledore's students are naturally reassuring."

With a wave of the Brazilian's hand, everyone turned around and prepared to leave.

"That boy of mine..." Fan Lin vaguely heard something. He was a wizard with a family.

Hermione was a little embarrassed. She was said to be Fan Lin's girlfriend, but she...

The consequence of this was that Hermione walked with Ginny all the way, and had to sit next to Fred and George when they got to Verlin.

"Shut up," George said.

"No." Fan Lin glared at George fiercely, and then the two brothers laughed.

"Our products were confiscated by Mum, I wish you had come earlier." Fred complained, and he looked at Mr. Weasley secretly.

"Give up those immature ideas, I have a better way to make some interesting things as a guest." Fan Lin couldn't help but think of Nicoléme's useless alchemy products.

Six hundred years of life is always very boring. Naturally, Nicoléme needs to find something to do. After all, Fan Lin has inherited the mantle perfectly.

However, if Abraham knew that Fanlin was going to use alchemy on this simple joke product, I don’t know what he would think.

"Really?" Fred and George's eyes lit up, and their voices became louder.

Mr. Weasley glared at his twin brother fiercely. No matter how soft his voice was, how could he hide it from the elite wizards of the Order of the Phoenix?

Of course, this was considered naive on the part of the Weasley brothers, and his father just didn't want to deal with it.

Mr. Weasley must show his dignity as the head of the family in Mrs. Weasley's absence.

"Stop discussing this. This is Muggle territory."

The twins no longer talk about joke products, but even so, there's always something fun to share when a few Gryffindors get together.

They set off across the wilderness. About twenty minutes later, a stone hut appeared in front of us on the side of the road. In addition to this, Harry could also see hundreds of ugly-looking tents dotting the wilderness. They said good-bye to Diggory and his son, and went to the cabin.

A man stood at the door, looking at the tents. Harry could tell at a glance that he was the only real Muggle in the area for several acres. When he heard footsteps, he turned and looked at them.

"Good morning!" said Mr. Weasley wisely.

"Good morning!" said the Muggle.

"Are you Mr. Robert?"

"Yes," replied Mr. Robert, "who are you?"

"Weasley, two tents, booked a few days ago."

"Ah," Mr. Robert said after looking at the list nailed to the door, "yours is next to the forest, just for one night, right?"

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley.

"Are you going to pay now or later?" Mr Robert asked.

"Ah, now, yes, of course!" With that, Mr. Weasley walked out of the hut and called Harry to come to him. "Help me, Harry," he whispered, taking a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to pull it apart. "Is this a... ten? Ah, yes, I saw the little number on it! ... So this is a five?"

"Twenty," Harry corrected him quietly, noticing with great concern that Mr. Robert was straining to hear what they were talking about.

"Ah, yes, yes...I don't know, these little pieces of paper..."

When Mr. Weasley returned with the correct amount of money, Mr. Robert asked, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Foreigner?" repeated Mr. Weasley, confused.

"You're not the first person who doesn't know how to use money," Mr. Robert said, moving closer to observe Mr. Weasley carefully. "Ten minutes ago, two people tried to pay with gold coins as big as bottle caps."

"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked nervously.

Mr. Robert found change in an aluminum can.

"It's never been so crowded here," he said suddenly, looking again at the misty fields. "Hundreds of people have booked. Some are just showing up..."

"Really?" asked Mr. Weasley, reaching for his change but Mr. Robert didn't give it to him.

"Ah," he said thoughtfully, "those people came from all over the world, and there were a lot of foreigners, and not just foreigners, but a lot of weird people, you know? There was this guy walking around in a skirt and a trench coat. "

"How could he do this?" Mr. Weasley said nervously.

"It looked like...I guess...like some kind of gathering," Mr. Robert said. "They all seemed to know each other. Like a big party."

At that time, a wizard quietly appeared in front of Mr. Robert.

"Memory Charm (Memory Charm, note: used to modify memory, different from forgetting everything, this one is not that harmful.)!" He pointed at Mr. Robert with his wand and said sternly.

For a moment, Mr. Robert's eyes immediately lost focus, his eyebrows were loose, and his face showed an indifferent look. Harry recognized this symptom, which meant that his memory was restricted.

"Your camp map," Mr. Robert said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "and here's your change."

"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.

The wizard just now accompanied them to the gate of the camp. He looked very tired. His chin was blue and covered with stubble, and there were dark purple circles under his eyes. As soon as Mr. Robert was out of earshot, he whispered to Mr. Weasley: "This guy is very troublesome. It takes ten mnemonic spells a day to keep him happy. Ruth Bagmon won't help. Tello Hall is everywhere Talking loudly about Snitches, Quaffles and Bludgers, and not worrying about the security of the Muggle system. I'll be glad when this is all over, Arthur!"

He disappeared.

"I suppose Mr. Bagmon is the head of the Department of Magical Games?" Ginny said, looking very surprised. "He should know what it's like to talk about the Bookworm next to Muggles, right?"

"He should know," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, ushering them into camp, "but Ruth has always been careless about safety. Even so, there was never a more enthusiastic and positive head of the sports department. You "Knowing that he played Quidditch for England, he was the best player for the Wimpall Hornets."

A few people trudged among the rows of tents on the misty fields. Most of them looked ordinary; their owners had tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, adding chimneys, bells, or weather vanes. However, it was so obvious that there were tents everywhere that Harry was not at all surprised by Mr. Robert's suspicion. Halfway up, there is an overly extravagant, artificial creation, hung with strips of silk, like a palace. There are also several live peacocks tied around the entrance. Mujiu and the others passed a three-story tent with several turrets; a few meters ahead, there was a tent with a garden in front, which also had a basin, a sundial and a fountain.

"It's always like this," laughed Mr. Weasley, "when we get together we can't help but show off a little bit of ourselves. Ah, ours is here, look, this is ours."

They reached the edge of the forest, at the front of the fields. It was an empty place, save for a small hammered sign into the ground that read "Weasley."

"This is a perfect place!" Mr. Weasley said happily. "The place where the tent is set up is just on the other side of the forest. We have to get as close as possible." He took his backpack from his arm. "Okay," he said excitedly, "No magic allowed. Strictly speaking, we The tent will be put up by hand! It won't be too difficult... Muggles do it all the time... Here, Harry, where do you think we should start?"

Harry had never been camping in his life, and the Dursleys had never taken him out on holidays, preferring to leave him with an old neighbor, Mrs. Figg. Still, he and Fanlin decided where the pillars and stakes should be driven. Mr. Weasley was overly excited when he started using the mallet. He becomes an obstacle, just like a mentally retarded person, unable to help. However, in the end they set up two simple tents.

Everyone stood back to admire the items they had made. Harry didn't think anyone would guess that wizards had made these tents. But the problem is that once Bill, Charlie and Percy arrive, there will be ten of them. Hermione seemed to have thought about this question. When Mr. Weasley, the first to enter the tent, she gave Harry a teasing look.

“We’re going to be crowded,” he said, “but I think we can all squeeze in.

Come and take a look. "

"Don't worry, you'll be surprised." Vanlin patted Harry's shoulder and went in with Hermione.

Harry bent down. There were three rooms, a bathroom and a kitchen. Coincidentally, its style was exactly the same as Mrs. Figg's. There were crocheted fabric covers on the chairs, which didn't match at all, and there was a strong smell of cats.

"Well, not for a long time," said Mr. Weasley, wiping his bald head with a handkerchief and looking at the four beds in the room. "I borrowed it from Parkin's office. He's not camping now. Poor guy, he has a backache now."

He picked up the dusty kettle and squinted inside, "We need water..."

"You can see a faucet on the map given to us by the Muggles," said Ron, who followed Harry into the tent and didn't seem surprised at all by the situation inside. "On the other side of the field."

"Okay. Why don't you and Harry go get some water?" Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and a pot, "The rest will go find some wood, because we need a fire."

"But we have a stove," Ron said, "Why can't we just...?"

"Ron, this is for safety, to protect against Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said, his face full of expectation. "When real Muggles camp, they use fire to cook things outdoors, I've seen these!"

"I can help." Vanlin said, he had camped before, but this tent was his work, but the command was like this, and the action was another.

"I'll come too." Hermione rolled her eyes at Vanlin, and Vanlin's hands-on ability was just so-so.

After a quick look at the girl's tent, Harry and Ron took the kettle and pot and set off through the camp. The girl's tent was just a little smaller than the boy's, but there was no cat smell.

After Harry and Ron left, everyone naturally entered a busy state.

Fanlin fiddled with it, and finally cast a silent spell without Mr. Weasley noticing. He had a way to cover up the magic fluctuations, but Hermione still found out.

Fortunately it was Hermione, but this was also a bit unfortunate... (To be continued)