The days at Hogwarts

Hermione looked at this scene deeply, her brown eyes immersed in the thick fog that had not dispersed, and they were gray.

Loren took her hand and squeezed it.

Even if Mr. Roberts does not suffer from Alzheimer's disease if he performs the Forgetting Curse more than ten times a day, he will become forgetful in the next few years...

No one noticed the strange behavior of the two Muggle-born wizards. The group walked through the gate and walked into the camp. They trudged on the mist-shrouded field and passed between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents at the edge look nothing special, just like ordinary tents produced normally. Some tents have superfluous additions such as chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes, making them look nondescript.

As we walked toward the center of the venue, the tents became more and more conspicuous. The tent in the middle was like a small palace, built in the shape of a four-story building, with several turrets next to it, and a garden in front of the door. , inside there are marble statues, sundials and fountains. At the striped silk entrance, a few live peacocks raised their necks reservedly.

After passing through the tent community, we came to a clearing on the edge of the field and next to the woods. There was a sign on the clearing that read: Wezley.

"Okay!" Arthur said excitedly, "Strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We have to put up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult... …That’s what Muggles do…”

The group of people naturally divided into two groups. Arthur took the boys to pitch a tent, and Molly took the girls to pitch a tent. Loren and Hermione were a little silent, but they only thought that they were too tired from climbing the mountain early. Didn't think much about it.

"Let me see...it says, first we need to lay down the positioning nails!"

As soon as Arthur finished reading a paragraph, he immediately went to find a sledgehammer happily, picked up the pole and started hammering it into the soil.

The Weasleys around him looked at him expectantly and didn't think there was anything wrong with this step at all. Harry did have some doubts on his face, but he had no camping experience and couldn't tell what was wrong.

Loren:…

Hermione: ...

The two of them couldn't care less about being sad, so they could only start assembling the tent with their own people. To be honest, the Weasleys were enthusiastic, but it was a complete disservice. The twins were messing around with poles and screws, and Arthur had a sledgehammer in his hand, getting excited whenever he saw where a hammer was needed.

When the sun fully rose, they finally set up two crooked two-person tents.

Everyone took a few steps back, admiring the fruits of their own labor with a look of satisfaction.

Except for Loren and Hermione, they just felt tired.

Arthur admired it for a while and took the lead in getting into the first tent on all fours. Then Loren noticed a wave of magic power coming from the tent, similar to the wave when the space of the Traceless Stretch Spell was unfolded.

Recalling the tents he had seen along the way and the tent products he had seen in Diagon Alley, Loren had some guesses... Some wizards use a complete set of magic tents, such as the four-story luxurious palace, and the Some wizards, like Arthur, use ordinary Muggle tent shells. After setting up, they unfold their magic tents in the inner space.

"It might be a little crowded, but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and take a look." Arthur's voice spread out from inside the tent, and it was a little dull across the canvas tent filled with water.

Inside the tent was an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and kitchen. The bedroom was filled with double beds, the furniture was a bit old, and the air was filled with a dull smell that was not unpleasant but not unpleasant either.

"We need water to clean the house..." Arthur shook the dusty empty kettle, took out the camp map, and looked at it carefully, "On the map that Muggle gave us, there is a water tap marked. Just on the other side of the field…”

"Okay, in this case..." Arthur looked at the group of children, took out three kettles and two stew pots from the box, and distributed them to Loren, Hermione, Ginny, Harry and Ron who came in behind: " You guys are responsible for going over there to fetch water, and then—"

There was excitement on his face: "——The rest of us are going to collect some firewood and prepare to light a fire!"

"But..." Ron looked at the excitement on his father's face and asked weakly, "Why don't we use the cleaning spell and the fire spell?"

"Ron! Don't forget the safety regulations for Muggles!" Arthur looked at him seriously, "Real Muggles always light fires outdoors when camping. I've seen it."

Everyone:...

If you ignore the excited smile on his face, it might be more convincing.

……

Because of the lush foliage, the dense fog in the woods always disperses slower. Deep in the dark and deep woods, a giant stadium made of magnificent golden walls stands impressively.

This is a design that is unimaginable for any architectural firm.

Scattered patrols walked through the stadium, and the training teams of the Irish and Bulgarian teams pointed around the fifty-foot scoring ring from time to time, discussing tonight's tactics with solemn faces.

Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, stood in a top-floor box, looking down at the people coming and going below.

The world Quidditch event is held every four years, and wizards from all races around the world gather here. They have to squeeze in seats in every corner. Even the top box with first-class tickets has enough seats for twenty people.

Barty Crouch rubbed his brows tiredly, and said softly to the place where there was no one around him: "You just stay here until the show is over and don't leave again."

A house elf appeared from the seat next to him and said in a sharp voice: "Don't worry, Master, I will take good care of Master Barty."

"Um……"

Barty Crouch's voice was undetectable. Many people in the Ministry of Magic knew his house elf, Winky, and they would think that they had asked Winky to reserve a seat for him in advance. Although there would be some criticism, it didn't matter.

In the seat next to him, Barty Crouch Jr., shrouded in an invisibility cloak, had an expressionless face, and his fingers hanging underneath him trembled slightly.

Chapter 425 Appearance

“I can’t believe there are so many people supporting the Irish team!”

Ron counted the classmates he met on the road with an angry look, "Ernie, Dean, Seamus, Seamus' mother, and the Cho Chang who was with Cedric... They didn't know Krum's identity at all. strength!"

Ron muttered angrily: "They only care that Krum looks a little gloomy. They don't know that he is a genius, and he is only 18 years old. He will become the most dazzling star player in the next few decades... Tonight they will knew……"

Harry and Ginny remained silent.

They were walking through an encampment of Bulgarian fans, and posters of Klums were hanging everywhere, making it look like there were countless Klums winking and frowning at them.

Harry felt that he would have nightmares if he stayed here for a long time.

Harry paused and decided to change the subject: "It's really unexpected that Captain Wood actually signed up as a substitute for Puddlemere United. I thought he was recruited by Professor McGonagall."

Because of Percy, Ginny knew more or less about the school business. She thought for a while: "Maybe Professor McGonagall's business has not expanded to the Quidditch industry. When she retires, maybe she will form a club." .”

Ron's mind wandered and he muttered: "Pudmere United is indeed good, but I think he should go to Chadley Artillery..."

"It feels good to become a professional player. Maybe in the future we..."

The three of them started chatting without saying a word.

Loren and Hermione were not that interested in the Quidditch League. Instead, they found the weird behaviors of the many wizards in the camp more interesting.

There are all kinds of people stationed in the camp, and some wizards in different clothes are particularly conspicuous. For example, the three African male wizards on the right are sitting there talking seriously about something. They are all wearing long white robes, among a pile of purple robes. What looked like a hare was roasting on the fire. Another group of middle-aged American witches and wizards sat there chatting and laughing, with a shiny banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Witch Academy.

In addition, Loren also saw "Beauxbatons", "Ilvermorny", "Castrobushe"...

Some people flew on broomsticks on the grass, causing Ministry of Magic staff to chase after them. Some people doubted life with matches, and some people used wands to raise flames that did not require fuel.

Not far ahead, a Ministry of Magic employee held up a pair of pinstriped trousers and shouted angrily to an old wizard: "Just do it, put it on, Archie. You can't wear clothes like this." Walking around, the Muggle at the gate has begun to suspect——"

"I bought these pants in a Muggle store!" The old wizard opposite seemed to be greatly insulted. He pointed at the printed nightgown and said, "Muggles wear these too! "

The staff of the Ministry of Magic cried sadly: "Only Muggle women wear it, Archie. Men don't wear it. Men wear this."

"I'm not wearing one. I'm willing to let the healthy breeze blow my butt. Thank you." The old wizard turned his head and ran away with his nightgown, his skinny legs covered with leg hair looming.

Loren and Hermione quietly looked away and fell into a long silence.

My eyes are dirty, so I need to see some normal scenery to wash them.

Loren suddenly turned his eyes and looked behind him very abruptly, looking thoughtfully at the strange tents.

Hermione followed his gaze and saw nothing, so she asked doubtfully: "What are you looking at?"

Loren said uncertainly: "I seemed to feel a very familiar magic wave just now."

"Classmates from Hogwarts?"

"It can't be found behind."

"It's not surprising. We met a lot of familiar people along the way."

Loren nodded thoughtfully, and his attention was quickly drawn to a child.

In front of a light yellow tent, a little boy of two or three years old squatted on the ground, holding a wand almost as long as himself like a spear. He stared straight at a slowly wriggling snot on the grass. Slug, after thinking for a few seconds, he stretched out his wand and poked the slug on the grass——

The slug's body began to expand rapidly, and soon became the size of a sausage, squirming happily on the grass.

Then the boy's mother ran out of the tent screaming: "How many times have I told you, Kevin? You're not allowed to touch your daddy's wand!"

She stepped on the fat slug, and with a bang, the insect's entrails mixed with green-white sticky juice flew everywhere, all over the child.

Hermione was shocked when she saw it, and hurriedly pulled Loren to speed up the pace.

In the center of the camp, on the fourth floor of the luxurious palace tent, a tall woman with a thick jaw and very thin lips suddenly walked out of the window. Her dark eyes stared at the boy with the lightning scar on his forehead from a distance, her eyes glued to him. Walking around in the tent community.

"..."

A cruel smile appeared on Bellatrix's lips: "Master, I can dedicate Harry Potter to you right now, as long as you give me a command."

A cold, hoarse voice came from inside the tent: "Idiot, the next second you take action, you will be drowned in countless spells."

The ferocious smile on Bellatrix's lips disappeared: "We can take advantage of the chaos at night to do it."

"Don't do unnecessary things. You just need to create chaos and buy time for the group of werewolves guarding Azkaban..."

The cold and sharp voice was full of joy: "Many of our former close partners are here, I can feel them... It's really missed..."

Listening to Lucius scolding the house elves downstairs, Bellatrix couldn't wait to cause chaos, and she grinned with a smile ready to move.

"If Lucius knew that you were hiding in his tent, master, I wonder if the expression of honor would appear on his face again?"

"Be patient...it will be soon..."

……

When they fetched water and returned to the camp, Molly and the twins were busy working inside and outside the tent. Arthur had already set up a fire and was sitting around it, dragging Percy along with a strange man in his forties or fifties. Witch chat.

"The weather is so nice, isn't it? The weather is great! Where can you find such weather! There must be no clouds at night... The whole preparations are in order... I have nothing to do!" The strange wizard said proudly loudly .

Loren glanced around and didn't see Charlie and Bill. They were probably shopping elsewhere.

Arthur waved to them happily: "Hey, you're back, come here, I'll introduce you to some of the most important people at the moment! Ludo Bagman!"

Loren and the others looked at the middle-aged wizard named Bagman. He was wearing a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black horizontal stripes. There was a huge ink printed on his chest. of wasps. The traces of blood vessels on the exposed arms are obvious, and the main veins are bulging, but the muscle lines are no longer obvious, and the skin is also somewhat loose.

Loren guessed that he must have had a strong physique when he was young, with short, capable blond hair, some protruding blue eyes, a flat nose, as if it had been interrupted, and many marks on his body that showed that he was once a big man. .

They put down the kettles and saucepans filled with water and came around the fire.

"Look, Ludo, you should know all my children, Ginny, my daughter, Ron, will be in fourth grade next year..." Arthur proudly introduced, "This is Loren, this is Hermione, And this is Harry, Harry Potter!"

"Hello, Mr. Bagman."

Bagman subconsciously looked at the scar on Harry's head. But surprisingly, he didn't pester Harry to ask anything. Instead, he was more interested in Loren and Hermione, who were well-dressed. He looked at the materials of their clothes, which were not cheap at first glance. His eyes were slightly bright, and he controlled his emotions and talked to them. Say hello: "Hello!"

Arthur continued: "This is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic. It is thanks to him that we got such good tickets!"

With a smile on his face, Bagman waved his hand to show that it was nothing, and looked around with interest: "How about we continue the topic just now, do you want to place a bet on the game?"

Bagman jingled the pockets of his yellow and black robe. It seemed that there were a lot of gold coins in it: "I have convinced Roddy Pontene to make a bet with me. He said Bulgaria will score the first goal. I will give it to him." The odds were set very high because I took into account that Ireland's number three forward is the best I've seen over the years."

It happened that Molly had finished her work and came over with a kettle to put on the fire. From the time she approached to the time she left, she didn't give Bagman a good look for a second.

George sat down next to Harry, turned his head and whispered: "Originally we were going to make a fortune, but I was worried that Mum would break our hands."

Fred nodded, looking regretful.

"...Little Agatha Timms put up half her Eel Farm shares, betting that the race would last a week." Bagman rambled on.

Arthur opened his mouth and said slowly: "Oh, well, let me think about it... I'll bet Ireland to win with a Galleons, okay?"

"One galleon? Okay...I can give you a higher odds..." Ludo Bagman's expression was a little stiff, and he quickly wrote it down in his notebook, then tore off a small strip of parchment and handed it to Arthur. , then turned to look at the other people around the fire expectantly, "Does anyone else want to give it a try? You only get the chance once every four years?"

"They are too young to gamble..." When Arthur thought about Molly being in the tent, he felt that the credentials in his hand were particularly hot, and he said bravely, "And neither my mother nor I want-"

"Don't spoil the fun, Arthur!" Ludo Bagman said gruffly, jingling the money in his pockets excitedly, and looking at Loren and Hermione expectantly, "They They have grown up and know what they want, so we can’t always treat them like children.”

"Mr. Bagman..." Loren looked at him with interest, "I just heard that you freely decided on the gambling content and adjusted the odds. Is this your privately operated sportsbook?"

It was probably the first time that Bagman was asked by the little wizard, and he was a little stunned: "Oh, uh, I guess so."

"Can you make money by doing this? I mean, if you don't control the odds and don't plan the content of the bet, what if there is a large loss?" Loren asked.

George and Fred, who had always been interested, finally came to their senses and looked at Mr. Bagman thoughtfully with intriguing eyes.

"This..." Bagman's expression froze for a moment, and the next moment he put on a hearty smile, "I have no intention of making money with this, it's just a hobby after work, to relax!"

Loren smiled and said: "So that's it, then we won't participate."

Hermione nodded, she had a bad impression of Mr. Bagman.

"Oh, okay... okay..." Ludo Bagman looked a little disappointed. He noticed the changes in the expressions of the people next to him, and quickly changed the subject with a smile on his face, "Can you help me?" Are you busy? When you see Barty Crouch, tell him to come to me as soon as possible. I just came from the entrance of the camp, and someone saw him with Bertha Jorkins. Oh, just talking about him, he came Come on, Barty!"

Two wizards suddenly appeared by their campfire, a man and a woman. The wizard was a man in his fifties. His short black hair was neatly styled. The slit in the middle was unnaturally straight and slender. Every trace of the mustache is docile. He has a straight back and stiff movements. He is wearing a spotless crisp suit, tie and shiny leather shoes.

No one would suspect him if he was a Muggle bank manager.

The witch is much younger, and her dress is very careless. She has long golden hair draped over her shoulders. The fairy on the hairpin flaps her wings from time to time. She wears a crooked Muggle windbreaker, which is very unnatural.

"Mr. Crouch, Ms. Jorkins." Percy greeted politely.

"Sit down and rest for a while, Barty, Bertha." Bagman smiled and patted the grass beside him.