Vol 2 Chapter 491: Quidditch World Cup (2)

Harry let go of himself and Ron and stood up. He wanted to ask Fanlin about his flight, but the people who came interrupted him.
Fanlin shook his head gently, and he saw two people coming by from the sky.
Fanlin looked around, and they arrived at a misty wilderness that looked very desolate. In front of them was a pair of wizards who looked very tired and rude. One of them is holding a large gold watch, and the other is holding a thick roll of parchment and a feather pen. Both are dressed like Muggles, but they look awkward. The man holding the watch wore a Scottish tweed jacket, and his colleague wore a pleated skirt and a large waterproof jacket.
"Good morning, Brazilian." Mr. Weasley greeted, picked up his boots, and handed it to the sorcerer in the skirt. He threw his boots into a large box containing used door keys next to him; Fanlin could see an old newspaper, an empty drink can and a football with holes.
"Hello, Arthur," the Brazilian said wearily, "Don't be on duty, right? It's a good thing for some people... We've been here for one night... You better make way, a large group of people will arrive soon They are from the Black Forest and set off at 5:15. Wait a minute, I will find your camp... Weasley... Weasley..." He checked the list on the parchment. "Over there, about A quarter of a mile, you go to Camp One and find Mr. Pine."
"Thank you!" Mr. Weasley told others to follow him.
"But before that, I must warn you, you should know the rules."
"Of course." Mr. Weasley said nonchalantly.
Then the Brazilian turned his head, and he aimed at Fanlin.
"That kid, don't use your magic to please your girlfriend. This is Muggle territory..."
Hermione wanted to explain, but Fanlin said it first.
"We know the rules, sir." Fanlin said.
The Brazilian nodded, "But magic is worthy of recognition. I have never seen a little wizard who masters magic at such a young age. You came out of it."
"Hogwarts, sir." Fanlin said.
The Brazilian nodded, "You must be considered top in your school. Well, Dumbledore's students are naturally reassuring."
With a wave of the Brazilian hand, everyone turned and prepared to leave.
"That kid in my family..." Fanlin heard some faintly, this is a wizard with a family.
Hermione was a little embarrassed. She was said to be Fanlin's girlfriend, but she...
The consequence of this was that Hermione walked with Ginny all the way, and had to get next to Fred and George when Fanlin had to.
"It's flat," George said.
"No." Fanlin glared at George, and then the two brothers laughed.
"Our products were confiscated by my mother. It would be fine if you come early." Fred complained, and he looked at Mr. Weasley secretly.
"Giving up those immature ideas, I have a better way to be a guest of some interesting things." Fanlin couldn't help but think of Nicholas' useless alchemy products.
Six hundred years of life is always very boring. Naturally, Nicholas Lema needs to find something to do. After all, Fanlin has inherited his mantle perfectly.
However, if Abraham knew that Fanlin wanted to use alchemy on this simple joke product, I wonder what his old man would think.
"Really?" Fred and George's eyes lit up, and their voices became louder.
Mr. Weasley glared at his twin brother fiercely, no matter how small his voice could be hidden from the elite wizard of the Order of the Phoenix?
Naturally, this is considered naive by the Weasley brothers, and his father just didn't want to care.
Mr. Weasley must show the majesty of the head of the family when Mrs. Weasley is away.
"Stop talking about it, this is Muggle territory."
The twins no longer talk about joke products, but even so, there are always some fun things to share with a few Gryffindors together.
They set off through the wilderness. About twenty minutes later, a stone hut appeared beside the road. In addition to this, Harry could see hundreds of ugly-looking tents all over the wilderness. After saying goodbye to Diggory and his son, they walked to the cabin.
A man stood at the door, looking at the tents. Harry saw at a glance that he was the only real Muggle within a few acres. When he heard the footsteps, he turned around and looked at them.
"Good morning!" Mr. Weasley said wisely.
"Good morning!" Muggle said.
"Are you Mr. Robert?"
"Yes," Mr. Robert replied, "Who are you?"
"Weasley, two tents, booked a few days ago."
"Ah," Mr. Robert said, checking the list nailed to the door, "Yours is by the forest, it's only one night, right?"
"Yes." Mr. Weasley said.
"Are you paying now or later?" Mr. Robert asked.
"Ah, now, okay, of course!" With that, Mr. Weasley walked out of the cabin and asked Harry to come to him. "Help me, Harry," he whispered, taking a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to separate it. "This is a...ten? Ah, yes, I see the small number on it!... So this is a five?"
"Twenty." Harry corrected him quietly, very worried to find that Mr. Robert was trying to listen to what they were talking about.
"Ah, yes, yes...I don't know, these little papers..."
When Mr. Weasley returned with the correct amount of money, Mr. Robert asked, "Are you a foreigner?"
"Foreigner?" Mr. Weasley repeated, confused.
"You are not the first person who doesn't know how to use money," Mr. Robert said, and went closer to observe Mr. Weasley. "Ten minutes ago, two people wanted to pay with gold coins the size of a bottle cap."
"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked nervously.
Mr. Robert was looking for change in an aluminum can.
"It's never been so crowded here," he said suddenly, and looked at the misty fields again. "Hundreds of people have booked. Some just showed up..."
"Really?" Mr. Weasley asked, and he reached out for his change, but Mr. Robert didn't give it to him.
"Ah," he said thoughtfully, "these people come from all over the world, there are many foreigners, not just foreigners, but also many weird people, you know? There was a guy walking around in a skirt and trench coat. ."
"How could he do this?" Mr. Weasley said nervously.
"It looks like... I think... like some kind of collection," Mr. Robert said. "They all seem to know each other, like a big party."
At that time, a wizard appeared quietly in front of Mr. Robert.
"MemoryCharm (Memory Charm, Note: Used to modify memory, which is different from forgetting nothing, this damage is not that big.)!" He pointed at Mr. Robert with his wand and said sharply.
In an instant, Mr. Robert's eyes lost focus, his eyebrows were loose, and his face appeared indifferent. Harry recognized this symptom, which meant that his memory was limited.
"Your camp map," Mr. Robert said quietly to Mr. Weasley, "this is your change."
"Thank you very much," Mr. Weasley said.
Just now the wizard accompanied them to the entrance of the camp. He looked very tired. His chin was blue, covered with stubbles, and there were dark purple eye circles under his eyes. As soon as Mr. Robert's hearing came out, he whispered to Mr. Weasley: "This guy is very troublesome. It takes ten memory magic tricks a day to make him happy. Neutrogena. Bagmont refuses to help. The Trou Hall is everywhere. Talking loudly about the Golden Snitch, Ghost Flying Ball and Wandering Ball, and not worrying about the safety of the Muggle defense system at all. Oh! I will be very happy when this is over. See you later, Arthur!"
He disappeared.
"I think Mr. Bagmon is the leader of the Magic Movement Department?" Ginny said, looking very surprised. "He should know what it's like to talk about roaming book next to Muggles, right?"
"He should know," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, bringing them into the camp, "but Neutrogen is always more care about safety. Even so, there is no more enthusiastic and active leader of the sports department than him. You. Knowing that he played Quidditch for England, he is the best player on the Winnbauer Hornets."
Several people walked hard in the rows of tents on the misty field. Most of them look ordinary; their owners have tried their best to make them look like Muggles, with chimneys, bells, or weather vanes added. However, it was so obvious that there were tents everywhere, and Harry was not at all surprised by Mr. Robert's suspicion. Halfway, there is an overly extravagant and pretentious work, hanging strips of silk, like a palace. There are still several living peacocks tied to the population. Mujiu and the others passed a three-story tent with several turrets; a few meters in front, there was a garden in front of a tent with a water basin, sundial, and a fountain.
"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "When we get together, we can't help but show ourselves. Ah, ours is here, look, this is ours."
They reached the edge of the forest, in the front of the field. This is an empty place, with only a small sign hammered on the ground, which says "Weasley".
"This is a great place!" Mr. Weasley said very happily. "The tent is on the other side of the forest. We want to get as close as possible." He took his backpack from his arm. "Okay," he said excitedly, "No magic is allowed. Strictly speaking, we I will set up the tent with my hands! It won’t be too difficult...Muggles often do...Here, Harry, where do you think we should start?"
Harry had never camped in his life, and the Dursleys had never taken him out during the holidays. They would rather put him in the house of an old neighbor, Mrs. Figg. Even so, he and Fanlin still decided where to build pillars and stakes. When Mr. Weasley started using the wooden hammer, he was really over-excited. He becomes a barrier, just like a mental retardation, and he can't help much. However, in the end they set up two simple tents.
All the people stood behind to admire the objects they made by themselves. Harry thought no one would guess that these tents were made by wizards. But the problem is that once Bill, Charlie and Percy arrive, they will be ten people. Hermione seemed to have this question in mind. When Mr. Weasley was the first to enter the tent, she gave Harry a teasing look.
"We will be crowded," he said, "but I think we can all squeeze in.
Take a look. "
"Don't worry, it will surprise you." Fanlin patted Harry on the shoulder and went in with Hermione.
Harry bent down, there were three rooms, a shower room and a kitchen. Coincidentally, its style is exactly the same as that of Mrs. Figg's. There is a crocheted fabric cover on the chair, which does not match at all, and it has a strong cat smell.
"Uh, not for a long time," Mr. Weasley said, wiping his bald head with a handkerchief and looking sideways at the four beds in the room. "I borrowed it from Parkin's office. He is not camping now. Poor fellow, he is suffering from a backache now."
He picked up the dusty jug and squinted inside, "We need water..."
"You can see a faucet on the map that the Muggles gave us," Ron said, and he followed Harry into the tent, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all about the situation inside. "On the other side of the field."
"Okay. Why don't you and Harry get some water, okay?" Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and a pot. "The rest will find some wood because we need fire."
"But we have a stove~EbookFREE.me~ Ron said, "Why can't we just...? "
"Ron, this is for safety and defense against Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said, his face full of expectation. "When real Muggle people are camping, they cook outdoors on fire. I have seen these!"
"I can help." Fanlin said, he had camped, but this tent is his handwriting, but the command is like this, and the action is the same.
"I'm coming too." Hermione cast a blank look at Fan Lin, and that's what happened to Fan Lin's hands-on ability...
After a quick glance at the girl's tent, Harry and Ron took the kettle and the pot and set off through the camp. The girl’s tent is only slightly smaller than the boy’s, but it doesn’t smell like a cat.
After Harry and Ron left, naturally everyone entered a busy state.
Fanlin fiddled with effort, and finally cast a silent spell without Mr. Weasley's attention. He had a way to cover up the fluctuations in mana, but Hermione discovered it.
Fortunately it is Hermione, but this is also a bit unfortunate...