Chapter 492 Quidditch World Cup (Part 3)

Maybe leaving Fanlin to do these Muggle chores would really be a disaster.

In fact, Fanlin has never participated in such work since he was a child. Because of his mother's absence, the housework at home naturally fell on Mr. Al, but...

The housekeeping aunt is a good choice. After Fan Lin goes to Hogwarts, Dobby's arrival completely replaces the housekeeping aunt's status.

In short, if Fan Lin's control of magic power was not very precise, then this would definitely be a catastrophic event.

Even so, Fanlin still received many looks from Hermione, which was inevitable.

"How could it be so bad?" Fan Lin looked at a pile of blackened meat. Fortunately, in his space equipment...

Although he wanted to say this, unfortunately, his space equipment did not even include packaged food.

Imagine fighting someone with all your strength, the space is chaotic, and a bag of potato chips flies out from the gem of the staff and hits the enemy in the face.

This will definitely shock you.

However, there are some feasibility, and it may have unexpected effects.

Of course, this is pure nonsense, except that he will feel ashamed, like Voldemort or Death, he doesn't even know what potato chips are, okay?

Using magic to ignite the fire, Fan Lin was finally kicked out by Hermione, and then Fan Lin shamelessly pulled Hermione out. The reason was that we didn't need to cook, and we had already eaten breakfast. We could go find Harry and the others. Ron.

The reason was quite strong, but not very reliable. The two of them didn't even bring a map, so how could they find Harry?

But Hermione didn't expose him. In fact, the girl also wanted to take a stroll around here.

Hermione, who lives in the Muggle world, only knows about wizards at Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Diagon Alley.

Fanlin is not much better, except that there is one more Athens, one more Beauxbatons, one more Chinese Nine Immortals, including the whole of Penglai...

Well...that's quite a lot indeed.

Egypt must also be visited. The "Jade Record" and the more famous "Black Book of the Dead" and "Sun Golden Book" are all in Egypt. That mysterious country, Fanlin doesn't want to miss it at all.

What's more, this is what Nicoléme mentioned, the "Jade Record" is an alchemy classic comparable to the "Book of Abraham".

Counting this way, in addition to America and Africa, Fanlin has been to the more important birthplaces of magic, especially Greece and China. Is this considered the origin of mankind?

Combining Muggle writings and magic together has some amazing overlaps and astonishing and ridiculous effects.

However, it didn't seem too difficult to find Harry. Fan Lin remembered the general direction, and then relied on the guidance of magical energy, and the four of them quickly met.

Such a grand gathering of wizards is not to be missed. Even a child like Ron, who is obsessed with wizards, saw so many wizards for the first time, so his steps were naturally slower.

Hermione ruthlessly shared Fan Lin's embarrassing stories with her two friends, which was quite fun. Fan Lin's embarrassing behavior was rare, and he could handle all the things at Hogwarts.

Harry was naturally merciless, and for Fan Lin, these things did not exist.

Ron didn't speak, he just looked into the distance.

Now, as the sun was just rising and the fog was much lighter, they could see the tent world stretching out in every direction. They walked slowly through the rows of tents, looking around.

Only Harry wondered how many witches and wizards there were in the world; he never thought about the wizards in other countries.

The other campers started to get up. First there were families with young children; Harry had never seen witches and wizards so young. A little boy no more than two years old climbed out of a pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand and happily poking a slug in the grass that slowly expanded to the size of a salami. As they approached him, his mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times, Kevin? You don't touch daddy's wand!"

She stepped on the huge slug and it split open. Her scolding was mixed with the little boy's cry "You broke the slug! You broke the slug!" floating in the quiet air.

Not far away, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin. They were riding a toy broom that could only reach as high as a girl's toes, barely skimming the dewy grass. A wizard official discovered them. After passing Harry, Ron Vernon and Hermione, he hurriedly ran towards them and kept complaining: "It's broad daylight and my parents are still sleeping in. I think..." The witches around them The wizards and the wizards all came out of the tents and started preparing breakfast. Some looked around furtively and then lit a fire with their wands; others doubtfully tried to light a fire with matches, as if it were impossible. Three African witches, all wearing long white trousers, were talking seriously, while a group of middle-aged American witches were sitting under a shiny sign chatting happily. The sign hung between their tents that read "Wizard's Salon." As they passed the tents, Harry heard conversations in a strange language, and although he couldn't understand them, the tone of each voice was very excited.

"Um, is it my eyes, or is something turning green?" Ron asked.

It wasn't just Ron's eyes that were the problem. They walked into a tent camp, where all the tents looked like they were covered with clovers. Through the tents with open entrances, smiling faces could be seen. Suddenly, behind them, they heard someone calling them. name. "Harry! Ron! Fanlin! Hermione!"

It's Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor classmate. He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered awning, next to a red-haired woman who must be his mother, and his best friend, Dean, who was also a Gryffindor classmate.

"It looks like a decoration, right?" Simo asked with a smile, and then he came over to greet the four people.

"The cabinet is not very happy."

"Well, why can't we use the colors we like?" said Mrs. Finnigan. "You should see what Bulgaria is showing off. Are you really going to support Ireland?" she added, staring at Harry and Rowe. Well, Fanlin and Hermione.

They set out again after reassuring themselves that they really supported Ireland, but, as Ron said: "In that case, we had to say something."

"I'm curious about what the Bulgarians put on their tents to show off." Hermione nodded, feeling that she should take a closer look.

"Let's take a look." Fanlin said, and he pointed to the large camp ahead, where the red, green, and white flags of Bulgaria were fluttering in the wind.

"Okay." Harry nodded, and several people changed their itinerary again.

Instead of being decorated with plants, the tents were each decorated with the same poster. A haughty face marked by a dark eyebrow. The painting is constantly moving, but the face in the painting is constantly blinking and frowning.

"Krum," Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" Ron said, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian hunter!"

"He looks really rude," Hermione said, looking around at so many Krums winking and frowning at them.

"I think so too." Fan Lin said quickly, but it seemed like...

"Is that really rude?" Ron looked up at the sky. "Who cares what he looks like? He's incredible and he's really young. Only about 18 years old and he's a genius and you can see it tonight."

There was already a small group of people waiting at the water tap in the corner of the field. Harry, Ron, Vernon, and Hermione joined them, standing behind the two men, who were arguing fiercely.

One of them was a very old wizard. Wearing a long flowery nightgown, the other was a shaman official holding a pair of pinstriped trousers and almost crying in anger.

"Put it on, Archica, you're a good fellow and you can't walk around like this. The Muggles at the door have already suspected it."

"I bought them in a Muggle shop," the old wizard said stubbornly. "Muggles wear these too."

"Only Muggle women wear these, Achika! You're a man and you should wear these," the wizard official said, waving his pinstriped trousers.

"I won't wear these," Achika said angrily, "I like to feel the cool breeze, thank you!"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the situation, and she quickly stepped away from the group.

Achika didn't come back until he filled up the water and left.

They were walking slower now because of the weight of the water. They trudged back through the camp and saw more familiar faces around them - other Hogwarts students and their families.

Oliver Wood, the old captain of Harry's Quidditch team, has just left Hogwarts. He pulled Harry to his parents' tent, introduced him to everyone, and excitedly told Harry that he had just signed with United. Then they met Eni. Marmian, a member of Hufflepuff. Then, not far away, they saw Qiu, a very beautiful Chinese girl who played the role of the Raider in the Ravenclaw team.

She waved and smiled at them, Fan Lin responded politely, and when Harry raised his hand to her, he splashed a lot of water. Ron kept giggling. Harry hastily pointed out a large group of teenagers he had never seen before.

"Who do you think they are?" he asked. "They don't go to Hogwarts, do they?"

"They go to some foreign school," Ron said. "I know some people who don't even know they know each other when they see each other. Bill had a pen pal in Brazil many years ago, and he wanted to do an exchange. The trip, but his parents couldn't afford it, and his pen pal was offended when he said he wasn't going and gave him a cursed hat."

Harry laughed, but not as much as when he heard about other wizarding schools. He thought, he had seen so many countries at camp, and now he realized how stupid he had been, not realizing that Hogwarts wasn't the only one. He stared at Hermione, who was not surprised at all by the news. That's not surprising. She has seen news about wizard schools in books or other places.

As for Fanlin...

Well, Fan Lin has already been to the Nine Immortals of China and Beauxbatons in France. Harry actually forgot about this. Fan Lin has traveled so much more than them, and they are all Muggle-born children.

When they finally returned to Weasley's tent, George said to them, "You've been gone a long time!"

"We met some people," Ron said, and put the water away. "Where's the fire? Fan Lin has it ready?"

"Dad is having fun playing with matches!" said Fred.

"Dad wanted to try it himself, and Fan Lin had made meatloaf before. In order to remove the meatloaf, they put out the fire. After that, dad refused Fanlin to light the fire."

Fan Lin smiled awkwardly, this was indeed not a glorious thing.

Mr. Weasley couldn't get the fire to light, but not for lack of trying. He had matches scattered around him, but he looked as if he'd been trying for a lifetime.

"Oops!" he said as he finally struck a match and dropped it to the ground in surprise.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley," Hermione said softly. She took the box over and began to teach him the correct way to do it.

Finally, they got the fire going, but it would be at least another hour until it was hot enough to cook. There was plenty to see around them while they waited. For their tent seemed to be pitched in a suitable place, and the wizards of the cabinet were constantly running up and down, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly as they passed. Because of Harry, Hermione and Fanlin, Mr. Weasley had to explain constantly, and his own children were already too familiar with the cabinet and did not arouse much interest from everyone.

"That's Casper. Michael, the leader of the Goblin Liaison Office. This is Gabe. Wilbur, he's a member of the Magical Experiment Committee. He's horny. Wait, now, hello, Arms. Boston, he is a member of the Magic Accident Repair Team..."

"Who are they?"

"Coming from a classified department, highly classified, no one knew what they were going to do."

At last the fire was ready and Bill, Charlie and Percy had just begun to boil eggs and sausages when Bill, Charlie and Percy came towards them from the forest.

"Just Apparated here, Dad," Percy said loudly, "Ah, great, lunch!"

They were halfway through eating sausages and eggs when suddenly Mr. Weasley jumped up, waving and smiling at someone who was walking towards them.

"Ah," he said, "the man of the day! Ruth!"

Ruth. Bagmon was obviously the most eye-catching person Fanlin had seen so far, even the old Achika who was wearing floral pajamas.

He wore a Quidditch robe with bright yellow and black horizontal stripes. A giant wasp pattern is on his chest. He had the physique of a strong man. The robes were a little tight because of his large belly, and it seemed that he must have outgrown them since he stopped playing Quidditch for England.

His nose was crooked, and Fan Lin thought it might have been broken by a dish, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and red skin made him look like a boy who had matured too early.

"Ah, there!" Bagmon shouted happily. He walked as if there was a spring under his feet, very excited.

"Arthur, old fellow," he boasted when he reached the campfire, "what a wonderful day, eh? What a wonderful day! You won't find better weather than this. A cloudless night is coming. … There is no obstacle in the entire organization, and I have nothing to do!”

Behind him, a group of haggard cabinet wizards hurried past, running toward the glowing twenty-foot-tall magic campfire in the distance.

Percy hurried after him. Clearly, though, he disapproved of Ruth. The way Bagmon runs his department, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to make a good impression.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "This is my son Percy, he has just started working in the cabinet, this is Fred, Bill, Charlie, Ron, and these are Ginny and Ron My friends Fanlin Al, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.”

Bagmon was a little suspicious when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes scanned the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Children," Mr. Weasley continued, "this is Ruth. Bagmon, you know who he is. We should really thank him for getting us such great tickets!"

Bagmon smiled happily and waved his hands, as if to say, this is nothing.

Fan Lin had heard a little bit about Bagmon. According to his memory, he was not a very good guy. However, Fan Lin still felt that it would not be a good thing to wait and see and then kill him in one go.

"Please tell me the results of the game, Arthur!" Bagmon said eagerly, his body making a jingling sound, as if there was a lot of gold in the pockets of his yellow and black robe.

"I made a bet with Rudy Pountney that Bulgaria would score first, and I gave him a nice little oddity, considering Ireland's front three are the best I've seen in years. Gosi. Tōsi put half of her Eel Pond stake on the week-long competition."

"Oh, we'll see," said Mr. Weasley, "I'll bet a galleons that Ireland wins!"

"Only one gold galleon?" Ruth Bagmon looked a little disappointed, but he quickly returned to normal. "Great, great...Who else wants to participate?"

"They're too young to gamble," said Mr. Weasley. "Molly won't like it..."

"We'll bet thirty-seven gold galleons, fifteen silver sikols, and three copper nats," said Fred, as he and George quickly counted their money. "Ireland wins, but Vert Crumb gets the gold." Snitch. Oh, we'll add a fake wand."

Percy said dissatisfiedly: "Don't show that kind of rubbish to Mr. Bagmon."

But Bagmond didn't think the wand was rubbish at all. On the contrary, when he saw the wand from Fred, his childish face lit up with excitement, and when the wand beeped and changed into After turning into a rubber chicken, Bagmon croaked with joy.

"Brilliant! I haven't seen anything like this in years! I'd pay five gold galleons for it!"

Percy froze when he saw this.

"Children," Mr. Weasley whispered, "I don't want you to gamble, that's all your savings...your mother..."

"Don't spoil everyone's fun, Arthur!" protested Ruth Bagmon, who rattled his pockets with excitement. "They've grown up and know what they need! You think Ireland will win but Will Krum get the Snitch? No chance, kids, no chance...I'll add five Galleons for that lovely wand and we can..."

Mr. Weasley looked at Bagmon with disappointment.

Bagmon took out a notebook and a quill and jotted down the names of the twins.

"Come on!" George said, taking the roll of parchment Bagmon handed him and tucking it into the front of his robes.

"I hope you can get your belongings." Fan Lin said quietly to the twins.

"What do you mean?" George said.

"It's not interesting." Fan Lin smiled and shook his head. In his memory, Fred and George won the bet, but Bagmon never gave the two brothers what they deserved.

"What do you know?" Fred immediately hooked Fan Lin's neck.

Fan Lin smiled and shook his head, as if he was saying "Mom but I just won't tell you".

"if you……"

"Hey, little wizard, do you want to make some happy bets." Bagmon said, a good wizard who can play with the Weasley brothers must not be too bad.

"Ruth, Fanlin is still young." Mr. Weasley said seriously, "You can't..."

"It's okay, Mr. Weasley." Fanlin said, "If Mr. Bagmon wants to, I would be happy to give you some of the gold Galleons."

"Fan Lin..." Hermione looked at Fan Lin incomprehensively. She didn't understand why Fan Lin was interested in this Quidditch match.

"Okay, kid, how many gold galleons do you want to pay for this?" Bagmon said.

"After all, it's just a competition," Fan Lin said, "but we must also give some of it to show respect, so, how about two hundred gold galleons?"

"Two hundred?" Bagmon's eyes lit up, "Of course, no problem."

Bagmon was a little excited. He didn't expect that the kid in front of him could come up with so many gold coins to bet against him.

"Then, I'm very curious about your list of names. I think like-minded wizards always need to get to know each other... Can you take a look at it?"

Fan Lin said lightly that considering his age, this is very confusing, at least for now.

"Of course!" Bagmon happily handed it over! (To be continued)