Hogwarts Scholar System

The place we came to looked like a large desolate, misty swamp.Before them stood two tired, sullen wizards, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

"Good morning, Basil," Weasley said, picking up the boot and handing it to one of the wizards.The man threw it into a large box next to him, which contained used portkeys. Harry saw an old newspaper, an empty can and a football riddled with holes.

"Hello, Arthur," Basil said tiredly, "We're not on duty. Some people are so lucky that we'll be here all night. You'd better get out of the way. There's a big group of people coming from the Black Forest at a quarter past five. Come. Wait a minute, let me find out where your camp is. Weasley, Weasley," he searched on the parchment list and quickly found Mr. Weasley's name, "walk about four minutes over. One mile ahead, there is the first camp, and the groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. Diggory, you are in the second camp, look for Mr. Payne."

"Thank you, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, beckoning everyone to follow him.

We walked through the deserted swamp, and almost nothing could be seen in the thick fog.After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of us, and then a small stone house.Behind the stone house were thousands of strange-shaped tents, which went up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched into a dark forest on the horizon.They bade farewell to Diggory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. He was the only real Muggle in the whole place.As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned and looked at them.

"Good morning!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully.

"Good morning!" said the Muggle.

"Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, that's right," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"Weasley, the two tents were reserved two days ago, are they available?"

"Yes, you have a place by the woods there. Do you want to stay only for one night?"

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley.

"Well, will you pay now?" Mr. Roberts said.

"Ah, yes, no problem," said Mr. Weasley.He took a few steps back and left the small stone hut, motioning for Harry to come to him.

"Help me, Harry," he whispered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separating them one by one. "Is this, um, ten pounds? Oh, by the way, I saw the little number printed on it, so is this one five pounds?"

"It's twenty pounds," Harry corrected him in a low voice, uncomfortably aware that Mr. Roberts was struggling to catch every word they were saying.

"Ah, so that's it..."

"Are you a foreigner?" Mr. Roberts asked when Mr. Weasley finally came over with the right money.

"Foreigner?" Mr. Weasley repeated in confusion.

"You're not the only one who has trouble counting money," said Mr. Roberts, eyeing Mr. Weasley carefully. "Just ten minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me gold coins the size of hubcaps. .”

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley uneasily.

Mr. Roberts fumbled for change in a tin can.

"There have never been so many people," he said suddenly, looking out over the mist-shrouded camp again. "Hundreds of people have reserved tents. People keep coming..."

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Weasley asked, reaching for the change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.

"Yeah," said Mr. Roberts thoughtfully, "there's people from all over the place. Countless foreigners. Not just foreigners, but a lot of weirdos, you know? There's a guy wearing a pair of Walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape.”

"Can't you?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.

"It was like, I don't know how to describe it, it was like a trick," Mr. Roberts said. "They seemed to know each other. It was like a big party."

At this moment, a wizard in bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed at the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

"Forgotten!" he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts.

Immediately, Mr. Roberts' eyes became distracted, his brows relaxed, and his face showed a dazed and indifferent expression.

"I'll give you a plan of the camp," Mr. Roberts said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "and some change for you."

"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.

The wizard in bloomers accompanied them towards the gate of the camp.He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were purple shadows under his eyes.

When Mr. Roberts couldn't hear them, the wizard whispered to Mr. Weasley: "He gives me a lot of trouble. In order to keep him in a good mood, I have to recite the Forgetting Charm to him a dozen times a day. Lu." Dobagman is only doing a disservice. Walking around 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. Later. See you, Arthur."

After saying that, he disappeared.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports," Ginny said, seeming a little surprised. "He should know not to talk about Bludgers around Muggles, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, leading them through the gate and into the camp. "Ludo has always been, well, a little careless about safety. But you won't find a more passionate person. Someone came to head the Sports Department. You know, he played Quidditch for Great Britain. He was the best batsman the Wimborne Hornets ever had."

They trudged through the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents.Most of the tents don't look special. Obviously, their owners have tried their best to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible, but some accidentally went too far and added chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, made nondescript.However, occasionally there are a few tents that are enchanted at a glance.

In the center of the camp, there is a tent that stands out.It uses a lot of striped silk very lavishly, almost like a small palace, and there are several live peacocks tied at the entrance.

Maple glanced here and wondered if this tent belonged to the Malfoy family. Old Malfoy liked to make these flashy things.

A little further ahead, they saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets next to it.Further over there, there is a garden in front of a tent with a bird bath, sundial, fountain, etc.

"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "when everyone gets together, they just can't help but want to show off. Ah, here we are, look, this is ours."

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, where there was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Wedsley.

"This place couldn't be better!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The venue is on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't be any closer."

He took his backpack off his shoulders. "Okay," he 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, Muggle That's what melons do. By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start?"

Harry had never pitched a tent before, so he turned his attention to Maple and Hermione, but neither had pitched a tent before.

But once they got started, they quickly figured out how to pitch the tent. Mr. Weasley was always there to help, because he got so excited when the sledgehammer was used, but he still kept trying.So in the end, the tent they set up was crooked.

They all took a few steps back to admire the fruits of their own hands.But now there is a problem, how can the eleven of them squeeze into these two small tents.

"It might get a little crowded," said Mr. Weasley, "but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and have a look."

When they got into the tent, they discovered that there was a cave inside——

There is an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment in a small tent, as well as a bathroom and a kitchen.

The place to stay has been settled, and they should prepare something to eat since they are a little hungry now.They had to go out to a tap and fetch some water, and then they would make a fire and cook something to eat.

Ron was a little unhappy after hearing that Mr. Weasley asked them to use firewood to make a fire like Muggles, "We have a stove, why can't-"

"Ron, don't forget to be aware of Muggle safety regulations!" Mr. Weasley said righteously. In fact, he just wanted to try the Muggle way of making fire.

Maple, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set out from their camp to fetch water, carrying kettles and saucepans.

At this time, the sun had just risen and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions, as far as the eye could see.They walked slowly between the tents, looking here and there with interest.

The campers on the site gradually woke up.The first to get up were families with young children.I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand in his hand, happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage.As they reached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You're not allowed to - touch - your dad's - wand again, ouch!"

She stepped on the huge slug and it exploded with a pop.They walked far away, and heard her shouting in the silent air, mixed with the little boy's cry: "You have crushed the bugs! You have crushed the bugs!"

After walking for a while, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet lightly skimming the dewy grass.A wizard working in the ministry had already seen them. He hurried past Maple and the others, muttering uneasily: "It's broad daylight! My parents are probably sleeping in -"

From time to time, adult wizards can be seen emerging from their tents and starting to make breakfast.Some looked furtively and lit the fire with their wands; some struck matches with doubtful expressions on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.Three African male wizards were sitting there talking seriously about something. They were all wearing long white robes and roasting something like a hare on a pile of purple fire.Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat there talking and laughing, with a shiny banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Wizarding Academy.

"Oh, is there something wrong with my eyes? Why is everything turning green?" Ron said.

There was nothing wrong with Ron's eyes.In the area they just walked into, all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, and they looked like countless strange green hills rising out of the ground.In the tent with the curtain opened, you can see smiling faces.At this time, they heard someone behind them calling their names.

"Harry! Maple! Ron! Hermione!"

It was the dangerous explosives Seamus Finnigan, a fellow student in their Gryffindor House year.He sat in front of his family's clover-covered tent, flanked by a blond-haired woman who must have been his mother, and his best friend Dean Thomas, also a Gryffindor student.

"Do you like the decorations?" Seamus asked with a smile. "The Ministry is not too happy."

"Well, why can't we show our colours?" said Mrs Finnigan. "You should go and see, the Bulgarians have their tents all hung up. Of course you support the Irish team, don't you?" she asked, staring brightly at Maple, Harry, Ron and Hermione.

They got out of there by assuring her that they did support Team Ireland, and off they went again.Ron muttered: "In that atmosphere, what else can we say?"

"I wonder what the Bulgarians have hung all over their tents?" said Hermione.

"Then let's go over and have a look," Maple said with a smile, and then they walked together to a large tent in front, where there was the Bulgarian flag - white, green and red, fluttering in the breeze. .

The tents here are not covered with any plants, but each tent has the same poster, which shows a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows.Of course, the picture is moving, but the face only blinks and frowns.

"Krum," Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" said Ron, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"He looks so gloomy," Hermione said, looking at the countless Krums around them winking and frowning at them.

"'Too gloomy'?" Ron rolled his eyes upwards, "Who cares what he looks like? He's amazing! And he's so young, only around. He's a genius, as you'll see tonight. "

A small queue had already formed at the water tap in a corner of the camp.They walked over and lined up in order.

The two men standing in front of them were arguing passionately about something.One of them was very old and was wearing a long printed pajamas, and the other was obviously a wizard who worked in the Ministry. He was holding up a pair of pinstriped trousers and was so angry that he was almost crying.

"Just put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in something like this. The Muggle at the gate is already suspicious -"

"I bought these trousers in a Muggle shop," the old wizard said stubbornly, "Muggles also wear them."

"Only Muggle women wear them, Archie, not men, so men wear these," said the wizard who worked at the Ministry, waving the pinstriped trousers.

"I'm not wearing one," said old Archie angrily. "I'd rather have a wholesome breeze blowing up my ass, thank you."

Hermione felt like giggling when she heard this.She couldn't bear it any longer, so she bent over and ran away from the team. She didn't come back until Archie filled up his bottle of water and left.

They returned through the camp, moving much more slowly because they were carrying water.Wherever they go, they can always see some familiar faces - their Hogwarts classmates and their families.Oliver Wood is the former captain of their Gryffindor House Quidditch team and has just graduated from Hogwarts.He pulled Harry into his parents' tent, introduced them to them, and excitedly told Harry that he had just signed as a substitute for Puddlemere United.

Next, they were greeted by Ernie MacMillan, a fourth-year Hufflepuff classmate.After walking a few more steps, they saw Qiu Zhang, a very beautiful girl who worked as a seeker on the Ravenclaw House team.She waved and smiled at Harry, who hurriedly waved back to her, splashing a lot of water on his front in a panic.

In order to prevent Ron from laughing at him, Harry quickly pointed at a large group of teenagers he had never seen before, "Who do you think they are? They don't go to Hogwarts, do they?"

But Harry didn't expect that his embarrassment was all seen by Maple. He leaned into Hermione's ear and whispered softly: "Harry seems to have taken a liking to Ravenclaw's Qiuchang."

"But, Ginny" Hermione seemed to prefer that her best friend Ginny and Harry formed a pair.

"They probably went to some foreign school." Ron said to Harry. Neither of them noticed the small movements of Maple and Hermione. "I know of other schools. But I don't know those schools. Bill used to have a pen pal who went to a school in Brazil. That was many, many years ago. He also wanted to go on an exchange trip, but his parents couldn't afford that much money. Bill said he couldn't go, The pen pal got so angry that he sent him a hat with a spell on it that made his ears wrinkle."

Harry laughed, but he didn't say how surprised he was to learn that there were other wizarding schools.He now saw that there were representatives of wizards from so many ethnic groups in the camp, and thought to himself that he had been so stupid before, and he had never realized that Hogwarts was not the only magic school.

Harry turned his eyes to Hermione. She was still biting her ears with Maple and whispering something secretly. Harry immediately looked away.

"What took you so long?" George complained when they finally returned to the Weasley family's tent.

"I met some familiar people." Ron said, putting down the water. "Haven't you lit the fire yet?"

"Dad's playing with matches," said Fred.

Mr. Weasley had no success at all in starting the fire, and it wasn't for lack of trying.There were many matches scattered on the ground around him, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"Ouch!" He finally struck a match, exclaimed, and quickly threw it away.Mr. Weasley was like a child getting a novel toy, having a great time playing with it.

"That's right, Mr. Weasley," Hermione said gently, taking the matchbox from his hand and showing him what to do.

They finally lit the fire, but it took at least another hour before the fire was strong enough for cooking.But they were not bored while waiting, there was a lot to see.

Their tent seemed to be right next to a main road leading to the arena, and Ministry officials were running up and down the road, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly every time they passed.Mr. Weasley kept making introductions, mainly for the benefit of Maple, Harry and Hermione, as his own children were too familiar with the Ministry to interest them.

"That's Cuthbert Mockridge, the director of the Goblin Liaison Office."

"This is Gilbert Whymper. He works on the Experimental Spells Committee. Those horns on his head have been growing for a while."

"Hello, Arnie"

"Arnold Peasgood, an amnesiac - a member of the Reversal of Incidents team"

"That's Bode and Crocker, and there's no comment on their work..."

"What do they do?"

"It's from the Department of Mysteries. It's top secret. I don't know what they are doing..."

Finally, the fire was burning brightly, and they had just begun frying eggs and cooking sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy strode towards them from the woods.