The days at Hogwarts

"First of all, we must stagger everyone's arrival time. People with cheap tickets have to arrive two weeks in advance. Some people use Muggle transportation, but only part of it. We can't let too many people fill up Muggle transportation. Buses and trains.”

"There are wizards coming from all over the world, and some people use Apparition, so we have to provide some safe places for them to Apparate, away from all Muggles. I heard that the golf course is located next to a forest and can be used for Apparition. A place to stay.”

Arthur spread his hands: "For those who are unwilling or unable to apparate, we use portkeys."

"Portkey?" Harry repeated.

"You know the portkey, right? The function of this thing is to transport wizards from one place to another within a specified time. If necessary, a large number of people can be transported."

Arthur pointed to the vaguely visible Stoat Mountain shrouded in the morning mist not far away: "The Traffic Management Department of the Ministry of Magic has placed two hundred door keys across the UK. The one closest to us is on the top of Stoat Mountain. We’re going there now.”

"What kind of portkey?" Harry asked curiously.

"Ah, there are all kinds of things." Arthur was very talkative. "Of course, most of them are inconspicuous things, so that Muggles won't pick them up and play with them. They will think that this is It was thrown away carelessly by others..."

Listening to Arthur's ramble, it was already half an hour after the group arrived at the foot of the mountain. The cold mountain wind blew down from the slope, as if it would freeze their hands and feet.

"Hey, Arthur, here! Come here!" A rough voice suddenly sounded, cutting through the quiet night sky. A middle-aged wizard stood under the tree and waved to them. .

"Hey, Amos!"

Arthur smiled and strode up, and the others followed silently behind him.

The middle-aged wizard had a warm smile on his red face. When he shook hands with Arthur, his short brown beard trembled, and he looked a little happy: "You made me wait so long!"

"Sorry Amos, our little cat likes to stay in bed!"

Ron yawned and said listlessly to the people around him: "He's talking about Crookshanks, right?"

George laughed out loud: "It could have been Ronnie the Kitten."

Arthur shook his hand and introduced enthusiastically, "This is Amos Diggory. My colleague, he works at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

Before he finished speaking, an agile figure jumped down from the tree and stood firmly next to Amos Diggory.

"This tall young guy must be Cedric, right?" Arthur smiled.

"Yes, sir." Cedric smiled at Loren and the others behind him, "Hey, hello."

"Hello!" George and Fred winked at him.

Harry nodded awkwardly.

Loren looked at Cedric meaningfully... My friend, your hall is dark and you are in danger of bloodshed.

Amos Diggory looked at the large group of little wizards kindly, then turned to look at Arthur: "Are these your children?"

"Oh, no, the one with red hair is the one." Arthur couldn't help laughing, "This is Hermione, this is Loren, and this is Harry. They are all friends of Ron."

"Harry?" Amos Diggory suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Arthur, and then at Harry, his eyes resting on the lightning-shaped scar, "Oh my god, you mean ha?" Leigh, Harry Potter?”

Harry was used to such looks and smiled flatly at him: "Well, yes."

"Oh, Thad talked about you. He told us about last year when he played against you, and I was like, Hey, Thad, this is something you can tell your grandkids about when you're old... ..." Amos Diggory paused and lowered his voice deliberately, "You defeated Harry Potter!"

"Harry fell off the broom because of the Dementors..." Cedric's expression was very helpless, "Dad, I told you, it was an accident. Later we had a rematch, and Harry was the last one." winner."

"Yeah, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Amos Diggory shook his head, "Our Ced is always so humble and gentlemanly... I'm sure Harry will too That's what you say, right? One guy falls off the broom and the other one stays on top, and you don't need a genius to tell who's the better player!"

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he could only force out a smile at him, and Cedric gave him an apologetic look.

Molly couldn't stand it anymore, so she stretched out her hands to pull Harry and the other little wizards into her arms, and walked up the mountain: "Arthur, let's go up the mountain first. You guys can talk slowly behind..."

George and Fred put their hands on Cedric's shoulders and dragged him away, leaving the two middle-aged men alone.

"Oh, oh, okay." Arthur watched them go away in confusion.

Amos Diggory also found it strange, but thought nothing of it.

Molly whispered in the ears of several people: "I know he is very proud to have an excellent son, and I can understand it, but it is really rude for him to use Harry as a cushion to praise others..."

Harry felt warm in his heart and whispered shyly: "It's nothing..."

"But I feel uncomfortable." Molly said bluntly.

Hermione glanced at Ginny, who was next to Harry, with the same sly smile in her eyes.

Amos Diggory and Arthur walked behind, and the sound of chatting could be heard faintly. They realized belatedly that Cedric's father might be a chatterbox.

"Was it a long way, Arthur?"

"Fortunately, we live on the other side of the village. What about you?"

"Don't mention it, Ced and I got up at two o'clock. It would be okay if I was alone. To be honest, I really hope that he passes the Apparition test early."

"Yes...really?" Arthur scratched his head. Hasn't his son not graduated yet?

"But there's nothing to complain about. You can't miss the Quidditch World Cup, even if you have to pay a bag of Galleons - in fact, it did cost so much to buy the tickets. But I finally managed it, it's not too much. Disaster……"

From time to time, his feet would stumble into hidden rabbit holes, or slip on dark, sticky grass blades. Dragging his sleep-deprived body up, Amos Diggory's voice gradually became quieter, very I almost ran out of breath to speak.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the originally dark sky gradually became brighter. A faint gray-green appeared in the clouds on the top of the mountain, indicating that dawn was gradually approaching.

The group finally climbed to the top of the mountain and stepped on flat ground.

"Yo..." Arthur said breathlessly, "Yes, we arrived on time...there are still...ten minutes..."

Amos Diggory put a hand on his chest, feeling a stinging pain in his chest every time he took a breath: "Huh... go back... I must... make suggestions to the Department of Traffic Management... Next time, let They put the door key at the foot of the mountain..."

The others kept nodding in agreement.

Arthur squinted his eyes and looked around: "Now we just need to find the door key, it won't be big... look for it quickly..."

Loren raised his eyelids, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times. The thing was emitting a bright magical light, and he couldn't help but see it.

He pointed to the moldy old boots on the mound not far away and asked, "Mr. Weasley, is that that?"

Amos Diggory hurried over: "Oh, of course, yes, yes..."

"Children, come here quickly!" Arthur greeted, "As long as you touch the door key, that's it, just hold out a finger..."

Others gathered around, forming a circle on the windswept mountaintop, their index fingers pressed against the top of their old boots.

Amos Diggory shouted excitedly: "Get ready! Three...two...one!"

"Ahhh-"

There seemed to be a hook behind the navel that suddenly hooked forward with unstoppable momentum. They were carried by the hook and flew forward involuntarily. A gust of wind flew forward rapidly. They could not see anything clearly in front of them. Their index fingers were tightly attached to the hook. It's like there's a strong magnetic force on the boots.

There was a strong feeling of weightlessness, and they fell involuntarily. After an unknown period of time, they staggered and fell onto a piece of soft ground.

"Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain," said a cold voice.

Chapter 424 Camping

Loren and the other little wizards slowed down a bit in place, waiting for the discomfort caused by crossing the space to gradually subside, and then curiously looked at the surrounding area.

This is a desolate swampland, the early morning fog has not dissipated, the fog is so thick that almost nothing can be seen.

There were two wizards dressed as Muggles standing in front of them. They were probably just showing off and dressed in a nondescript manner. The man on the left wore a tweed suit and a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes underneath; Wearing a Scottish-style pleated skirt and a South American cloak.

"Oh, it's Basil, good morning, buddy." Arthur greeted warmly while throwing the old boots into the box in front of them. "You guys are really well dressed. From my professional point of view Look, very Muggle-like."

The face of the wizard in a short skirt was full of exhaustion from staying up late and working overtime. He glanced at Arthur with a resentful expression: "It's you, Arthur, Amos... Some people are so lucky that they are not on duty... It's not like that We'll be here all night."

Arthur and Amos Diggory chuckled.

Another wizard in a suit said quietly: "You'd better get out of the way, there's a large group of people coming from the Black Forest at 5:15."

Arthur wanted to say something more, but Molly reached out and hit him. She glared at him and stepped forward with a smile: "Please help us determine the location of the camp."

"Let's see, Weasley...Weasley..." the wizard named Basil was looking for it on the parchment list, "walk about a quarter of a mile, and the first field ahead is. Camp Management The officer is Mr. Roberts. Diggory...you are on the second field...looking for Mr. Payne."

"Thank you, Basil...Amos, let's go first."

"Goodbye Arthur, goodbye Molly..."

Saying goodbye to Diggory and his son, Arthur called on everyone to follow him into the thick fog where nothing could be seen.

After walking through the deserted swamp for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of them, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house were hundreds of grotesque tents, rising up the gentle slope of a large site that stretched into a dark forest on the horizon.

In Loren's field of vision, the slope was lit up with dense spots of light, some strong and some weak, as strong as an incandescent lamp, and as weak as a firefly. Each spot of light represented a wizard.

Loren blinked and turned to look at the people around him. Harry and Ron's faces were full of excitement. Even Hermione's eyes were shining. She was also very interested in such a grand gathering of wizards. Not to mention all the Ministry of Magic stuff you learned along the way.

"I have a question..." Loren suddenly spoke up, attracting the attention of several people. "Mr. Weasley said there were 100,000 spectators for this game, right?"

Harry nodded: "Any questions?"

Hermione suddenly had a bad intuition, and Loren's next question really made her vision go dark.

"How are the excrement of 100,000 people disposed of?" Loren looked at the hillside in front of him with interest. "The last Quidditch World Cup final lasted for five days, and the excrement of tens of thousands of people lasted for nearly a week. , at least several hundred tons, should the Ministry of Magic bury it on site or transport it away?"

"..."

Hermione opened her mouth, let out a tired breath, and finally said nothing.

Ginny glanced at Hermione with pity and moved quietly to the side, farther away from Loren.

I misunderstood you, Hermione. It seems that your love is not easy either...

Harry and Ron were a little dazed. They tried hard to control their minds not to think about the hundreds of tons of excrement, but the more they restrained themselves, the more profound and clear the scene became.

Ron thought for a moment and decided to ask his brothers, in case they knew the answer.

At the door of the stone house, Arthur was enthusiastically approaching the Muggle camp administrator, Mr. Roberts.

"Good morning! Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, yes."

Arthur pretended to be relaxed and said: "Weasley-the two tents were booked two days ago, are they available?"

"Let's see... Weasley... just for one night?"

"Yes."

"Okay Mr. Weasley, your camp is near the woods. You can see it when you walk over. There is a sign on the ground... So, can you pay now?"

Arthur's expression froze, and he stumbled a little and said: "Ah - OK - no problem - wait a moment."

Arthur quickly stepped back and came to Loren, Hermione and Harry: "Help me, children."

As he whispered, he took out a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separated them one by one: "This one is... um... um... ten dollars? Ah, by the way, I saw it above The small numbers are printed...so this one is five yuan?"

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and lowered her voice to correct him: "It's twenty yuan... This one is only five yuan... We need this..."

"Ah, so that's it..." Arthur's eyes were full of excitement, as if he thought this was something very interesting. After recognizing the pound notes, he faced them confidently again.

Roberts counted the banknotes and glanced at Arthur sideways: "Are you a foreigner?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment: "Foreigner?"

"You're not the only one who can't figure out the money..." Roberts looked at Arthur and the children behind him carefully, with a faint glint in his eyes, "Just ten minutes ago, there were two people who wanted to pay I don’t look like a normal person with a big gold coin the size of my hubcap.”

Arthur felt a little guilty: "Really, really?"

"There have never been so many people," Roberts looked at him, probably thinking that he couldn't kidnap so many children, so he temporarily lowered his guard, and while groping in the change jar to give him change, he complained, "How many people are there?" Hundreds of people reserved tents and people kept coming for days."

Arthur nervously took the change and asked tentatively: "Is there something wrong?"

"Something's wrong, of course there's something wrong! There are people from everywhere, countless foreigners... not just foreigners, but also many weirdos, you know? There's a guy wearing a pleated skirt and a... South American cloaks walking around.”

"Can't you?" Arthur looked thoughtful.

Is there something wrong with Basil's outfit? He still thinks it's normal...

"I don't know either..." Roberts spread his hands. "It's like a cross-dressing party. They all seem to know each other. It's a bit like a cult or something...Anyway, if it continues like this today, I'll call the police."

At this moment, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of Roberts.

"【Everything is forgotten】"

He pointed the wand at Mr. Roberts. Immediately, Mr. Roberts's eyes became distracted, his brows relaxed, and his face showed a calm expression of being in a trance and indifferent to everything.

"Weasley, here is your camp plan."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Roberts."

Arthur didn't seem surprised by this scene. He sided away from the administrator Roberts and called to Molly and the children behind him to follow.

The wizard in bloomers had a tired face. Not shaving for a long time and staying up late for a long time had left his chin covered with a layer of livid, and the thick bags under his eyes were covered with purple shadows.

Seizing this short moment, he muttered to Arthur: "In order to keep him in a happy mood, I have to recite the Forgetting Curse more than ten times a day... I am already busy enough, Ludo Bagman Just walking around doing nothing but talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his lungs, with no regard for Muggles and staying safe. God, I just wish this was over... See you later, Arthur ."

After saying that, he apparated away.