days at Hogwarts

Loren and the other little wizards slowed down a bit in place, waiting for the discomfort caused by crossing the space to gradually subside, and then curiously looked at the surrounding area.

This is a desolate swampland, the early morning fog has not dissipated, the fog is so thick that almost nothing can be seen.

There were two wizards dressed as Muggles standing in front of them. They were probably just showing off and dressed in a nondescript manner. The man on the left wore a tweed suit and a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes underneath; Wearing a Scottish-style pleated skirt and a South American cloak.

"Oh, it's Basil, good morning, buddy." Arthur greeted warmly while throwing the old boots into the box in front of them. "You guys are really well dressed. From my professional point of view Look, very Muggle-like."

The face of the wizard in a short skirt was full of exhaustion from staying up late and working overtime. He glanced at Arthur with a resentful expression: "It's you, Arthur, Amos... Some people are so lucky that they are not on duty... It's not like that We'll be here all night."

Arthur and Amos Diggory chuckled.

Another wizard in a suit said quietly: "You'd better get out of the way, there's a large group of people coming from the Black Forest at 5:15."

Arthur wanted to say something more, but Molly reached out and hit him. She glared at him and stepped forward with a smile: "Please help us determine the location of the camp."

"Let's see, Weasley...Weasley..." the wizard named Basil was looking for it on the parchment list, "walk about a quarter of a mile, and the first field ahead is. Camp Management The officer is Mr. Roberts. Diggory...you are on the second field...looking for Mr. Payne."

"Thank you, Basil...Amos, let's go first."

"Goodbye Arthur, goodbye Molly..."

Saying goodbye to Diggory and his son, Arthur called on everyone to follow him into the thick fog where nothing could be seen.

After walking through the deserted swamp for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of them, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house were hundreds of grotesque tents, rising up the gentle slope of a large site that stretched into a dark forest on the horizon.

In Loren's field of vision, the slope was lit up with dense spots of light, some strong and some weak, as strong as an incandescent lamp, and as weak as a firefly. Each spot of light represented a wizard.

Loren blinked and turned to look at the people around him. Harry and Ron's faces were full of excitement. Even Hermione's eyes were shining. She was also very interested in such a grand gathering of wizards. Not to mention all the Ministry of Magic stuff you learned along the way.

"I have a question..." Loren suddenly spoke up, attracting the attention of several people. "Mr. Weasley said there were 100,000 spectators for this game, right?"

Harry nodded: "Any questions?"

Hermione suddenly had a bad intuition, and Loren's next question really made her vision go dark.

"How are the excrement of 100,000 people disposed of?" Loren looked at the hillside in front of him with interest. "The last Quidditch World Cup final lasted for five days, and the excrement of tens of thousands of people lasted for nearly a week. , at least several hundred tons, should the Ministry of Magic bury it on site or transport it away?"

"..."

Hermione opened her mouth, let out a tired breath, and finally said nothing.

Ginny glanced at Hermione with pity and moved quietly to the side, farther away from Loren.

I misunderstood you, Hermione. It seems that your love is not easy either...

Harry and Ron were a little dazed. They tried hard to control their minds not to think about the hundreds of tons of excrement, but the more they restrained themselves, the more profound and clear the scene became.

Ron thought for a moment and decided to ask his brothers, in case they knew the answer.

At the door of the stone house, Arthur was enthusiastically approaching the Muggle camp administrator, Mr. Roberts.

"Good morning! Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, yes."

Arthur pretended to be relaxed and said: "Weasley-the two tents were booked two days ago, are they available?"

"Let's see... Weasley... just for one night?"

"Yes."

"Okay Mr. Weasley, your camp is near the woods. You can see it when you walk over. There is a sign on the ground... So, can you pay now?"

Arthur's expression froze, and he stumbled a little and said: "Ah - OK - no problem - wait a moment."

Arthur quickly stepped back and came to Loren, Hermione and Harry: "Help me, children."

As he whispered, he took out a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separated them one by one: "This one is... um... um... ten dollars? Ah, by the way, I saw it above The small numbers are printed...so this one is five yuan?"

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and lowered her voice to correct him: "It's twenty yuan... This one is only five yuan... We need this..."

"Ah, so that's it..." Arthur's eyes were full of excitement, as if he thought this was something very interesting. After recognizing the pound notes, he faced them confidently again.

Roberts counted the banknotes and glanced at Arthur sideways: "Are you a foreigner?"

Arthur was stunned for a moment: "Foreigner?"

"You're not the only one who can't figure out the money..." Roberts looked at Arthur and the children behind him carefully, with a faint glint in his eyes, "Just ten minutes ago, there were two people who wanted to pay I don’t look like a normal person with a big gold coin the size of my hubcap.”

Arthur felt a little guilty: "Really, really?"

"There have never been so many people," Roberts looked at him, probably thinking that he couldn't kidnap so many children, so he temporarily lowered his guard, and while groping in the change jar to give him change, he complained, "How many people are there?" Hundreds of people reserved tents and people kept coming for days."

Arthur nervously took the change and asked tentatively: "Is there something wrong?"

"Something's wrong, of course there's something wrong! There are people from everywhere, countless foreigners... not just foreigners, but also many weirdos, you know? There's a guy wearing a pleated skirt and a... South American cloaks walking around.”

"Can't you?" Arthur looked thoughtful.

Is there something wrong with Basil's outfit? He still thinks it's normal...

"I don't know either..." Roberts spread his hands. "It's like a cross-dressing party. They all seem to know each other. It's a bit like a cult or something...Anyway, if it continues like this today, I'll call the police."

At this moment, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of Roberts.

"【Everything is forgotten】"

He pointed the wand at Mr. Roberts. Immediately, Mr. Roberts's eyes became distracted, his brows relaxed, and his face showed a calm expression of being in a trance and indifferent to everything.

"Weasley, here is your camp plan."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Roberts."

Arthur didn't seem surprised by this scene. He sided away from the administrator Roberts and called to Molly and the children behind him to follow.