Chapter 339 The Wizard's Tent, Your Friend Is Really Interesting

After passing through the gate of the camp, Leon looked back at Roberts with a slightly sympathetic look, "Guess, how many times has this Muggle's memory been modified?"

"It's hard to say now," Adrian analyzed calmly, "but after the Quidditch World Cup ends, he will probably have his memory deleted at least a hundred times."

"Muggles are in charge of wizards' affairs, so they are somewhat full." Aaron chuckled, "But he is not at a loss. The ticket fee alone is enough to cover his expenses for several months."

The four of them walked through the mist-shrouded field toward the center, and the various strange tents refreshed their understanding.

Some tents were built like palaces, some were built like turrets, and the most exaggerated one had its own garden. Those who didn’t know it thought he had moved his family here.

"It's always like this." Leon said with a disdainful smile, "No Muggle would build such an exaggerated tent. Mr. Roberts may have had his memory deleted at least twice as many times."

"We're here." Genes pointed to a plain blue tent in the center of the field and immediately led the three people inside.

Like other tents, this tent was also cast with a traceless expansion spell, and the interior space was comparable to that of a villa.

Genes' room was on the first floor, and Aaron, Leon and Adrian were arranged to the second floor.

In addition, there is a kitchen, bathroom, study room, and living room.

"That's right." Aaron raised his eyebrows, "If I had such a tent when I ran away from home, I wouldn't have had such a hard time."

"Young Master is joking." Genes smiled awkwardly, "If Young Master is interested in this kind of tent, I can arrange for someone to design one."

"That would be great. Send me a copy of the design later and I will see if there is anything that needs to be modified."

Adrian put his backpack on the table, "Uncle Genes, can we go out and take a look? I want to know as much as possible about this game."

"Miss Adrian can move around freely, but Master Aaron and Master Leon..."

"We need to follow you, right!" Leon interrupted impatiently, "We're all here. If we want to run away, you won't be able to stop us alone."

"Leon." Adrian glared at his younger brother.

"I just said that casually, with no intention of running away." Leon immediately changed his words, "I promise not to leave Uncle Genes' sight."

"Also, try not to use magic." Genes said helplessly, "Don't make things difficult for me, okay?"

"I know, I know.

We won't even pull out the wand unless necessary, so that's okay! "

"That's no problem."

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the warm sunshine dispersed the mist. Countless wizards came from all over the world, and some wizards who had camped in advance also walked out of their tents.

Adult wizards can still barely abide by the safety regulations to prevent Muggles, but some naughty children are dancing more happily. They pick up their parents' wands and play wantonly, and some fly at low altitudes on children's broomsticks.

Many fans put flags on their tents or added some illustrations to support their favorite teams.

"It is indeed a quadrennial event in the magical world." Leon said with admiration. The heirs of several of their hidden families all had their own missions to complete. This was the first time they saw such a large number of wizards.

"This is also the busiest time for the Ministry of Magic." Jeans explained: "Wizards from all regions, races, industries, and ages can be found at this venue, including old friends who have not seen each other for many years."

"Can you find your classmates?" Adrian asked, looking at Aaron with interest.

"Ah..." Aaron was stunned for a moment, "I'm sure there are some of my classmates from Hogwarts here, but it's not easy to find them with so many people."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard giggles.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione lining up in front of the faucet with buckets, and it was Hermione who laughed.

The reason is also very simple. There is an old wizard in women's pajamas in front of them. It is obvious that he lacks understanding of Muggles and does not know how funny he is now.

"Who is that girl?" Adrian asked playfully, "Is she your friend?"

"She is..." Just as Genes was about to explain, he saw Aaron's warning eyes and closed his mouth angrily.

"Looks like we're friends, why don't you go say hello?"

"No, sister, you don't understand." Aaron said a little tiredly, "Past experience tells me that when the three of them get together at certain times and on certain occasions, it usually means trouble, and it's not a small trouble. "

Adrian chuckled lightly and walked towards Hermione minding his own business.

"Let's go!" Leon shrugged, "I'm also curious about what kind of people can catch your eye."

Aaron sighed helplessly and followed the two of them silently.

"Hello." Adrian stretched out his right hand to Hermione and said generously: "My name is Adrian, can I meet you?"

Harry and Ron both looked at the strange girl who was wearing a half-mask in astonishment. Although they couldn't see her face clearly, the beautiful voice like a trickling spring and the confident and elegant temperament she exuded made them feel a little bit... blush.

Hermione was stunned for a while. She didn't remember knowing such a girl, but when she saw Abe squatting obediently next to her, she realized that she might have a relationship with Aaron.

She felt a little disappointed in her heart, but she still forced a smile and shook hands with Adrian, "Hermione Granger, excuse me, have we met before?"

"No, but..." Adrian waved at Aaron who was walking over, "You are his friend."

"Aaron, how did you get here?" Hermione said with some joy.

"My parents gave me a half-month vacation, just in time for the Quidditch World Cup.

Originally I didn't want to come, but my sister strongly requested it, so I had no choice."

"Sister?" Hermione realized it later and turned around a little embarrassedly, "Are you his sister?"

"I am his second brother, just call me Leon." Leon interrupted.

Aaron rolled his eyes at him, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Leon was indeed two months older than him.

"Hello." Hermione smiled sweetly, then looked at Aaron, "You didn't inform us in advance when you were coming."

"Well... there's no need for that!"

"Ahem!" Ron coughed dryly, and walked to Adrian with a red face, "My name is Ron Weasley, I will be in the fourth grade at Hogwarts, my pet is an owl, I have several brothers and a sister, I like..."

"Ron, don't you think you've said too much?" Harry interrupted him unhappily, and then looked at Adrian a little stiffly,

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter."

"I've heard of it." Adrian looked at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, "The savior of the magic world, it's hard to believe that Voldemort would fall into your hands."

Ron and Hermione shuddered involuntarily, as if they didn't expect Aaron's sister to dare to call out Voldemort's name.

"Well...it's mainly a magical magic that worked." Harry said with forced calmness, "That's what Dumbledore said. He is the greatest white magician of this century..."

Hermione couldn't help twitching her eyes when she saw Harry and Ron eager to show off. She felt that it was awkward to stand with them.

"Mr. Weasley is still waiting for us to deliver water!" Hermione reminded him, smiling awkwardly but politely: "Maybe I have to excuse myself. We still have something to do.

Can you tell me where your camp is? If I have time...we will go find you."

"In the middle of the site, there is an ordinary blue tent." Jins smiled, "My name is on the sign. It's easy to find."

Hermione nodded, told them where their tent was, and then walked forward quickly with Harry and Ron.

"Hahaha." Leon couldn't help laughing, "Your friends are so interesting."

Aaron shrugged, "It's because my eldest sister is so charming."

"Harry Potter." Adrian murmured, "The famous savior, he doesn't seem to be anything special."

"No, sister, you're wrong." Aaron said seriously, "I've never seen anyone who can cause more trouble than him, and every time it's a fatal incident.

To be honest, it's an absolute miracle that he can survive until now."

"That's not important, I don't care about that." Leon said, hugging Aaron's neck, "What about that girl?"

"Ordinary friend."

"Really "Is it?" Leon's arm exerted a little force, "I have also learned a little bit of micro-expression.

Just now, her psychological emotions were like a roller coaster, ups and downs.

Ordinary friends? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Okay!" Aaron removed his arm from his neck, "Good friends, okay?

How should I put it? Hermione is a Muggle-born wizard, but she is one of the best in Hogwarts. I still admire her very much. "

"Just admire?"

"Otherwise? What do you want me to say to satisfy you?"

"I..."

Leon's voice stopped abruptly. The reason he wanted a definite answer was because he was worried that his sister would have an inexplicable competitor.

But then again, his attitude was to let it go, and Aaron did not conflict with him.

And he couldn't tell whether Aaron was telling the truth.

"That's enough." Adrian interrupted the conversation between his two brothers. "Actually, I think that girl is pretty good. At least she is more calm than Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Her future achievements will definitely not be low."

"But she is a little worse than Clea." Leon said confidently.

"Of course, my sister is the best."

On the way back, they met many of Aaron's classmates at Hogwarts, including Seamus and Dean from Gryffindor, Xilin from Slytherin, Qiu Zhang from Ravenclaw, and Cedric from Hufflepuff.

The most surprising thing for Aaron was Oliver Wood. He signed with Puddlemere United as a substitute player right after graduation. That is the oldest team in the Quidditch League.