Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

After Mr. Weasley briefly chatted with the two wizards dressed as street artists, he headed to the pre-booked camp based on the information on the parchment in Basil's hand.

"About a quarter of a mile from here...the camp manager is Mr. Roberts, and as for you, Diggory, you're..."

Mr. Weasley thanked everyone and asked everyone to follow him.

They passed through a desolate swamp, and thick fog blocked their sight, making it impossible to see what was ahead.

Soul held Hermione's little hand, and Hermione held Ginny's hand. The two of them walked for about twenty minutes before the fog gradually faded and the scene in front of them became clearer.

A door appeared in front of everyone. Behind the door was a small stone house. Behind the stone house, one could barely see hundreds of strange tents, stretching up the gentle slope of the site and forming a continuous line.

Everyone parted ways with the Diggory family here and continued to move forward.

There was a man standing at the door looking at the tents. He heard the footsteps and turned back to look at them. He was a middle-aged man with a deeply tired look in his eyes, a droopy face, and an unkempt beard.

"Good morning, are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"Weasley, we reserved two tents two days ago, do you have them?"

Roberts turned to look at the watch posted at the door, then turned around and pointed in a direction behind the stone house, "Yes, Mr. Weasley, your tent is on the edge of the woods there. You can only stay here for one night. Is it right?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley nodded.

According to the plan, the Ministry of Magic has reserved one day and one night for the World Cup final. Logically speaking, the time is enough, but there are also cases where a game has been played for several days and nights without a winner. As for the Ministry of Magic Whether there is an emergency plan for such a situation is beyond Sur's control.

"Well, can you please pay now?" Mr. Roberts said.

"Oh, sure, how much is it?"

Mr. Roberts reported a number, and Mr. Weasley hurriedly took out a wad of bills from his pocket. Although Mr. Weasley was very interested in and studied things in the Muggle world, he was still attracted by various people. The banknotes with different patterns on them made me dizzy.

Fortunately, Harry helped and successfully took out the correct amount of banknotes to pay. Even so, Roberts still curiously asked a few more questions when giving change. In addition to fatigue, there was also a lot of confusion in his eyes. .

This is reasonable. Roberts has obviously been working here for many years. He may have never experienced so many people gathering in a remote place at the same time, even if it is the height of summer suitable for camping.

While Mr. Weasley and Roberts were talking, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed at the door of the stone house behind Roberts.

"Forget everything!" The wizard skillfully pulled out his wand and used a forgetting spell on Roberts.

Roberts just turned his head to see what the sudden movement behind him was. He was hit by a forgetting spell in the face, and then turned back blankly, his brows loosened, his eyes unfocused, and he looked like he was in a trance. .

"I'll give you a camp plan and some change." He said calmly.

"Oh, thank you," said Mr. Weasley gratefully.

The wizard in bloomers accompanied everyone to the gate of the camp, complaining a few words to Mr. Weasley on the way---

"Ludo Bagman is only doing a disservice by walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his lungs, regardless of the likelihood that this will violate the secrecy laws."

"There are also a few wizards who are just messing around and setting off fireworks with their wands. Hell, I've cast dozens of oblivion spells since yesterday."

"Oh, damn it!"

After taking a few steps, his expression changed, and he apparated away with a 'pop'.

Poor wizard, he probably didn't even have time to shave in the past few days, and he didn't sleep well. Sur saw that there was a purple shadow under his eyes.

Not even a wizard can escape the fate of social animal 996, oh no, if the capitalists in the wizard are willing to provide their employees with refreshing drugs...I am afraid that working hours will become 12-0-12....

Su Er became more and more determined in his ideal of lying down in the future.

Well, being the Headmaster of Hogwarts doesn't stop him from lying down, so he can just leave everything to the Vice-Headmaster...

While thinking about his ideals, Mr. Weasley had already led everyone through two long rows of tents. The fog was very light and the sight was basically unaffected. However, the air was still a little moist and the ground was very muddy. It's not easy to get up.

Most of the tents are quite normal and look no different from ordinary camping tents. Obviously, their owners have put a lot of thought into them and hope that their accommodation will conform to Muggle habits as much as possible.

But there are a few tents that go too far, come on!Even though the inside of the tent is indeed magical, it still looks like it's made of fabric. Wouldn't it be superfluous to have a chimney? !

There are even tents with bell ropes and weathervanes added.

What's even more outrageous is that Su Er also saw a tent in the center of the field, as if the manor had been moved from home: gorgeous striped silk, and several white peacocks tied at the entrance.

A little further ahead, it was even more outrageous. There was a tent set up in the shape of a four-story building, and there was even a turret-style thing on the side. It can be guessed that the owner of this tent usually lives in a castle.

"The Secrecy Law is just as fake." Soul shook his head speechlessly, and Hermione and the others also pointed at these ridiculously exaggerated tents.

"It's always like this. When many people gather together, there will be a few people who like to show off their strength." Mr. Weasley explained, "Ah, here we are, look, this is our place."

Everyone came to the edge of the woods at the end of the field. There was an open space here, and a sign was stuck on the ground, with dragons and phoenixes written on it---'Wezli'.

The wizard responsible for writing the name of the owner of the clearing should go back to school and practice his calligraphy!

"This place is great." Mr. Weasley said enthusiastically. "The course is on the other side of the woods. It couldn't be closer."

He asked everyone to put up the tent manually the Muggle way, without using magic.

But there was only Soul in the group. Harry and Hermione had lived with Muggles. Judging from Harry's blank look, he probably had no experience setting up a tent.

Soul and Hermione had set up a tent before, but that was in elementary school.

Fortunately, Suer had camping experience in his previous life. He recalled placing the poles and screws where they should be, then rolled up his sleeves and asked everyone to open the tent.

Mr. Weasley had a habit of getting excited when he saw Muggle tools. From time to time, he would pick up a screwdriver and ask Soul what it was for. Whenever a sledgehammer was needed, Mr. Weasley always volunteered. The ground rushed up, but it couldn't hit the right spot...

In short, it did a lot of harm.

The amazing thing is that even though this is a magic tent, the way it is set up is almost the same as a Muggle tent.

Relying on his vague memory, Suer directed everyone to put up the two tents after a lot of effort.