The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Mr. Roberts was fumbling for change in a tin can.

“There have never been so many people before; hundreds have booked tents. People are just pouring in…”

Is something wrong?

"Yeah, people from all over the world. Countless foreigners. Not just foreigners, but also a lot of weirdos, you know? There was this guy walking around wearing a pleated miniskirt and a South American cape."

Scott empathized with his confusion.

Although the wizards wanted to impersonate Muggles, due to their lack of basic knowledge about Muggles, they fully utilized their imaginations when dressing up, and most of them looked like they had some serious illness.

Looking at those people, only Scott, Harry, and Hermione showed expressions of unbearable discomfort.

"Is it not allowed?"

Faced with Mr. Roberts's doubts, Mr. Weasley became even more nervous.

"It was like... I don't know... like playing a trick. They all seemed to know each other. Like a big party."

Mr. Roberts was clearly beginning to have doubts.

Just then, a wizard wearing lantern pants suddenly descended from the sky and landed by the door of the stone house.

"Forget everything and it's all empty!"

The harem pants promptly cast a forgetting spell on Mr. Roberts.

Mr. Roberts' gaze immediately wandered, his brow relaxed, and his expression became dazed, as if he were indifferent to everything.

Here's a map of the campsite. And here's your change.

He spoke to Mr. Weasley in a businesslike manner, clearly having forgotten his earlier doubts and suspicions.

Scott raised an eyebrow at the sight.

He noticed that only Harry and Hermione were as moved as he was; everyone else seemed unfazed.

This may be proof that they have not yet integrated into the wizarding community, or it may be proof of their adherence to their original worldview.

But how long can such persistence last?

Even Scott himself didn't know.

Despite feeling unwell, neither he, Harry, nor Hermione dared to raise any objections at this moment.

After that, the lantern pants accompanied them as they walked toward the camp gate.

He looked extremely tired, his beard was unkempt, and there were thick bluish-purple shadows around his eyes.

When Mr. Roberts could no longer hear them, he began to complain to Mr. Weasley.

"He's caused me a lot of trouble. I have to recite the Forgetfulness Charm a dozen times a day to keep him in a good mood. Ludo Bagman is just a hindrance. He's always walking around, talking at the top of his lungs about the Blink and Quaffles, completely ignoring the need to be wary of Muggles and ensure his safety. Good heavens, I wish this would all be over soon. See you later, Arthur."

After saying that, he disappeared.

“I thought Mr. Bagman was the Director of the Department of Magical Sports,” Ginny said, somewhat surprised. “He should know that you can’t talk about Blinkball around Muggles, right?”

“Yes,” Mr. Weasley said with a smile, “Ludo has always been… well… a bit careless when it comes to security. But you won’t find a more passionate person to lead the Department of Sport. You know, he used to play Quidditch for England. He was the best hitter the Weasels have ever had.”

Passing through the gate, they walked slowly through the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents look unremarkable, but their owners have clearly put in a lot of effort to make them look as similar as possible to Muggle tents.

However, some people have clearly gone too far, adding chimneys, pull bells, or weather vanes as superfluous additions, making the whole thing look completely out of place.

However, there are a few tents that are obviously enchanted.

In the center of the camp, there is a particularly eye-catching tent, which is set up in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers next to it.

Further over there, in front of another tent, there is a garden, complete with bird baths, sundials, fountains, and more.

“It’s always like this,” Mr. Weasley said with a laugh. “When everyone gets together, they can’t help but show off. Ah, here we are, look, this is ours.”

He looked around and said with a hint of schadenfreude, “Oh, what a shame you didn’t get to see the Malfoys’ tent. They used to be the most extravagant of all, with striped silk, palaces, and white peacocks.”

Sirius continued, "Of course, Malfoy is wanted by the Ministry of Magic for attacking Azkaban."

As they spoke, the two looked at each other and chuckled for a while.

They had now reached the edge of the woods at the end of the camp.

There is an open space here with a small sign on the ground that reads: Wezley.

“This place couldn’t be better!” Mr. Weasley exclaimed happily. “The grounds are just over there in the forest, so close it couldn’t be closer.”

He took the backpack off his shoulder.

“Alright,” he said excitedly, “strictly speaking, no magic allowed. Now that so many of us are on Muggle territory, we’ll set up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn’t be too difficult…”

Of those present, only Scott had camping experience, so he stepped forward to direct everyone to work together to set up the tents.

The process went fairly smoothly, and everyone's hands-on skills were quite good. Only Mr. Weasley and Sirius Black, the two adults, seemed to be doing more harm than good.

Mr. Weasley, in particular, was very curious about all Muggle tools and was always easily startled.

After setting up both two-person tents, they stepped back a few paces to admire the fruits of their labor.

At that moment, Mr. Weasley got down on all fours and crawled into the first tent.

“It might be a little crowded,” he shouted, “but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and take a look.”

Everyone bent down and crawled under the tent flap.

The small tent is actually an old-fashioned three-bedroom house, complete with a bathroom and kitchen.

The room was furnished in a somewhat old-fashioned way, with mismatched chairs covered with crocheted covers, and a pungent cat smell in the air.

“Oh, this is only temporary.” Mr. Weasley wiped his bald head with a handkerchief and peered into the four bunk beds in the bedroom. “I borrowed these from Perkins in the office. Poor fellow, he has back pain and can no longer camp.”

He picked up the dusty water bottle, peered inside, and said, "We need some water..."

He sent Ron, Harry, and Hermione to fetch water, while the rest of them gathered firewood.

Scott and the twins went into the woods together. Fred tried to use a cutting spell to cut the branches, but Mr. Weasley stopped him.

“Remember, this is Muggle territory, we can’t use magic!” he warned Fred.

Fred pursed his lips and could only obediently bend down to pick up the broken branches from the ground.

Before we knew it, the sun had finally risen, and the morning mist that had been lingering over the campsite began to gradually dissipate.

The campers had all woken up and were coming out of their tents. The sounds of children crying, playing, and adults scolding mingled together, making the entire campsite lively and bustling.

After Scott and his men carried back some firewood, they stood high in the woods, discussing who would win the final match between Bulgaria and Ireland, while observing the people in the camp.

They saw many familiar faces: their classmates from Hogwarts, many tourists from abroad, and even students from other magic schools.

Scott tried to find Roger but couldn't, so he simply sent Rimbaud to look for him.

Mr. Weasley squatted at the tent entrance, trying to start a fire with matches, but he couldn't get used to the Muggle way of starting a fire, always throwing away the matches with a scream after lighting them.

Just then, Scott suddenly turned around and saw Bill, Charlie, and Percy Apparating behind them.

Fred and George jumped up immediately, ignoring Percy, and enthusiastically introduced Bill, Charlie, and Scott to each other.

Bill is tall and has the Weasley family’s signature red hair, with a long ponytail.

He wore an earring with a small fan-like ornament hanging from it, and unlike the other members of the Weasley family, he looked like a cool guy.

Charlie looked more like Mrs. Weasley and was shorter, fatter, and more muscular than his brother.

Although he had the same red hair and freckles, his face was rounder and more approachable, though it looked weathered and almost brownish-black.

He had muscular arms, with a large, shiny burn scar on one arm.

Both of them were very outgoing, and since Scott and Bill had already communicated remotely many times, there was no awkwardness between them, and they quickly hit it off.

Bill was very interested in Scott's progress in Transfiguration, so he offered to let Scott demonstrate it, and had the other brothers gather around to block the view of others.

As the eldest son in the family, Bill undoubtedly held great authority, and even the stern-faced Percy would obediently comply with his requests.

Scott readily agreed.

He and Bill crouched down, while the four Weasley brothers stood in a row to the side.

Scott took out his wand and casually picked up a stone, placing it in front of him.

"Okay."

He gently waved his wand, and the light of the Transfiguration Charm enveloped the stone.

The next second, the stone swiftly transformed into a living crow.

With a loud bang, the crow burst into flames and paced back and forth on the ground.

"Oh……"

The Weasley brothers all gasped in astonishment.

Immediately afterwards, the crow spread its wings and flew away, and the flames around it gradually disappeared.

"Cuck!"

The crow opened its beak and spat out a line of fire, burning a black hole in the ground.

"Oh……"

Exclamations of surprise rang out again.

What are you doing?

Sirius walked over and happened to see this scene.

"This is?"

He looked at Scott, who was holding a magic wand, with some shock.

"Scott, did you do this?"

Scott nodded, then gently waved his wand again, and the raven instantly turned into a stone, fell to the ground, and shattered.

How did you do that?

Sirius seemed very interested and quickly walked over and squatted down next to Bill.

"Um……"

Scott thought for a moment and picked up another stone.