Chapter 143: Fear of Lucius Malfoy

The Quidditch World Cup is a very ambitious national event. Whenever the game is held, a large number of Quidditch enthusiasts from around the world will gather.
Therefore, the venue is particularly particular.
First of all, Quidditch is an outdoor sport, so the Traceless Stretching Charm is not useful. So this place needs to be big enough because it needs to accommodate a large number of guests.
Secondly, it is not only necessary to set up a stadium here, it also needs a camping site for spectators to set up tents here for the night.
After all, no one knows how long a game will last—theoretically, the game will continue until the seekers on both sides catch the golden robber.
Records show that the game with the longest duration is more than three months!
In the end, there is a Muggle Deportation curse in this place to ensure that it is not seen by Muggles who pass by unintentionally. Such a large area requires a lot of manpower to maintain.
Needless to say, wizards who have always lacked discipline can easily become messy if they gather together.
Mr. Weasley walked forward with the children, looking for exactly where he had ordered the tent.
They labored through the misty campsite and passed between two long rows of tents.
Most of the tents look nothing special. Obviously, their owners took care to make them as much as Muggle's tents, but some accidentally overdo it, adding chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, making a mess.
However, there are occasionally a few tents, and at first glance, you know that they are magical.
Harry thought, no wonder the Muggle that had just sold the ticket had doubts!
That's right, because the Prime Minister and the Ministry of Magic have a long-term relationship. At such large-scale events, the head of Muggles always finds a reason to send someone to stare. Even if they don't remember anything when they go back.
"He has given me a lot of trouble. In order to keep him happy, he has to read the Forgotten Charm more than ten times a day." A former wizard wearing bloomers and exhausted face said so.
In the center of the camp, several tents are particularly prominent.
It is very extravagant with a lot of striped silk, it looks like a small palace, and there are several live peacocks tethered to the entrance. A little further ahead, they saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building with several corner towers next to it.
Further there, there is a garden in front of a tent door, which contains everything from bird baths, sundials, fountains and so on.
And the one who couldn't keep his eyes off was a super tent that occupies several times the size of the largest tent-to Harry, that can't be called a tent anymore.
"Who's that ... uh ..." Harry couldn't help but, "Should I call it 'tent'?"
"Oh ... yes, I remember that position ... it seems to be some family from France." Mr. Weasley thought for a moment, "looks very elegant, doesn't it?"
"It's always like that," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "When everyone got together, I couldn't help but show off ... Ah, here we are! This is our place!"
They came to the woods at the end of the camp. There was a clearing, and there was a small sign on the ground with three words on it: Wezley.
People in the Ministry of Magic have misspelled their names. It seems that they are really busy here.
"This place couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily. "The ground is on the other side of the forest, and it can't be closer." He dropped his backpack from his shoulder.
"Okay," he said excitedly. "Strictly speaking, no magic is allowed. Since so many of us have come to the Muggle site. We have to put up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult ... Muggles are like this ... by the way, Harry, where do you think we should start ... "
Compared to those big families, Mr. Weasley can only rely on himself. But it must be said that the poor also have the pleasure of the poor, which is not experienced by those noble families.
For example, at this moment in a luxurious tent, the Malfoy family is sitting in a chair enjoying the tea after breakfast.
"Dad, I think ... can I go out for a stroll?" Draco didn't want to offend his father, because he's always been weird these days, and his temper is worse than before.
"No!" Lucius glanced at his son, accentuating his tone. "Let me stay in the tent honestly. Before the game starts, don't go anywhere!"
After speaking, Lucius looked subconsciously outside the tent, although there was nothing worthy of his attention except for the crowd that kept coming and going.
The Dark Lord is back, he really is back! But since the last time Avery suddenly visited his house, his heart has been hanging in the air.
Yes, he lost Voldemort's diary—although he had intended to get rid of that thing, but who knows, someone knew about it and asked Old Avery to pass the microphone Warn him!
This is really bad!
Some time ago, the black demon mark on his arm suddenly jumped-it is clear that his old master has quietly returned!
Soon after, a man in a cape suddenly came to his bed. The feeling of anxiety immediately awakened him from his sleepless dreams ...
"who are you?"
Lucius, who forced himself to calm down, stared at the other side of the hood, but almost scared him-there he could see nothing, except darkness was darkness, and there was black gas around it. Out.
That feeling is even more terrifying than facing the Dementors.
"Lucius Malfoy ... are you still a Death Eater at his feet?" The man asked stiffly.
Lucius immediately understood that this was the servant of the Dark Lord!
"Of course! I am Lucius Malfoy, always loyal to the Lord Dark Lord!"
"Then prove it with action." The man threw an envelope from the long sleeve, and Lucius caught it.
Then the weird suddenly turned into a mass of black gas, flew out of the window and flew up, and quickly disappeared into the night sky.
At this moment, thinking of what to do next, Lucius was immediately disturbed. He stood up, paced back and forth in the tent, his face full of tangled expressions.
But he didn't know at the moment, it wouldn't be that he wouldn't be able to miss it.
...
While Lucius was still bothering between benefits and fear, Harry had set up the tent. The boys quickly visited the girls' tents and found that they were only slightly smaller than the boys. But they didn't want the smell of cats in their tents.
Then Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna carried the kettle and the saucepan through the increasingly crowded camp, and fetched water on the map marked by the "faucet".
At this moment, the sun had just risen, and the mist was gradually dispersing. They saw tents in all directions and could not see their heads at a glance.
Several people slowly walked between the tents, looking around with interest. Only then did Harry understand that there were so many male and female wizards in the world. He had never seriously thought about what wizards in other countries looked like!
On the ground, the campers who arrived last night gradually woke up.
The first to get up were those families with small children. Harry hadn't seen such a small wizard before-I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent with a magic wand in his hand. Happily stinging a slug on the grass.
Every time the little boy slaps, the snot swells and quickly swells into a big sausage. When they came to him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.
"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You are not allowed to-touch again-your dad-the wand-oops!"
She stepped on the giant slug, and it exploded.
"Oh my God!" Ron groaned, frowning.
Everyone felt that the scene was a bit irritating.
But Luna just shook her head and said, "Well ... fortunately it wasn't the Frober caterpillar ... otherwise it would be stung."
They walked a long way, and heard her howling in the still air ~ EbookFREE.me ~ There was also a little boy crying— "You stepped on the bug! You stepped on the bug exploded!"
After another walk, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy flying broomsticks, flying low, and walking gently over the dewy grass.
A wizard working in the ministry had seen them. He hurried past Harry and whispered anxiously: "It's daytime! Parents are probably still sleeping--"
From time to time, they could see adult wizards dig out of their tents and start making breakfast. Some sneaked a glance and lit the fire with a magic wand; others were rubbing matches with skeptical expressions on their faces, and they seemed to think this would definitely not work.
On the other side, three African wizards sat there talking seriously, all in long white robes, roasting a hare-like thing on a pile of purple fire.
Another group of middle-aged American wizards sat there laughing and laughing, and between their tents hung a shiny banner: Salem Wizarding Academy.
Later, when passing through some tents, there were some talking voices in them, all of which sounded strange words-he couldn't understand a word.
But today, here, everyone's voice is so excited!
At this time, just over the overcast North Sea, more than a dozen shamans on broomsticks and shabby clothes were advancing fast against the waves; and not far ahead of them, a teenager sat across an eagle head and horse On the back of the winged beast, there is an owl flying around.
On the sea behind them, long tails caused by air currents gradually spread ...
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