days at Hogwarts

“I can’t believe there are so many people supporting the Irish team!”

Ron counted the classmates he met on the road with an angry look, "Ernie, Dean, Seamus, Seamus' mother, and the Cho Chang who was with Cedric... They didn't know Krum's identity at all. strength!"

Ron muttered angrily: "They only care that Krum looks a little gloomy. They don't know that he is a genius, and he is only 18 years old. He will become the most dazzling star player in the next few decades... Tonight they will knew……"

Harry and Ginny remained silent.

They were walking through an encampment of Bulgarian fans, and posters of Klums were hanging everywhere, making it look like there were countless Klums winking and frowning at them.

Harry felt that he would have nightmares if he stayed here for a long time.

Harry paused and decided to change the subject: "It's really unexpected that Captain Wood actually signed up as a substitute for Puddlemere United. I thought he was recruited by Professor McGonagall."

Because of Percy, Ginny knew more or less about the school business. She thought for a while: "Maybe Professor McGonagall's business has not expanded to the Quidditch industry. When she retires, maybe she will form a club." .”

Ron's mind wandered and he muttered: "Pudmere United is indeed good, but I think he should go to Chadley Artillery..."

"It feels good to become a professional player. Maybe in the future we..."

The three of them started chatting without saying a word.

Loren and Hermione were not that interested in the Quidditch League. Instead, they found the weird behaviors of the many wizards in the camp more interesting.

There are all kinds of people stationed in the camp, and some wizards in different clothes are particularly conspicuous. For example, the three African male wizards on the right are sitting there talking seriously about something. They are all wearing long white robes, among a pile of purple robes. What looked like a hare was roasting on the fire. Another group of middle-aged American witches and wizards sat there chatting and laughing, with a shiny banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Witch Academy.

In addition, Loren also saw "Beauxbatons", "Ilvermorny", "Castrobushe"...

Some people flew on broomsticks on the grass, causing Ministry of Magic staff to chase after them. Some people doubted life with matches, and some people used wands to raise flames that did not require fuel.

Not far ahead, a Ministry of Magic employee held up a pair of pinstriped trousers and shouted angrily to an old wizard: "Just do it, put it on, Archie. You can't wear clothes like this." Walking around, the Muggle at the gate has begun to suspect——"

"I bought these pants in a Muggle store!" The old wizard opposite seemed to be greatly insulted. He pointed at the printed nightgown and said, "Muggles wear these too! "

The staff of the Ministry of Magic cried sadly: "Only Muggle women wear it, Archie. Men don't wear it. Men wear this."

"I'm not wearing one. I'm willing to let the healthy breeze blow my butt. Thank you." The old wizard turned his head and ran away with his nightgown, his skinny legs covered with leg hair looming.

Loren and Hermione quietly looked away and fell into a long silence.

My eyes are dirty, so I need to see some normal scenery to wash them.

Loren suddenly turned his eyes and looked behind him very abruptly, looking thoughtfully at the strange tents.

Hermione followed his gaze and saw nothing, so she asked doubtfully: "What are you looking at?"

Loren said uncertainly: "I seemed to feel a very familiar magic wave just now."

"Classmates from Hogwarts?"

"It can't be found behind."

"It's not surprising. We met a lot of familiar people along the way."

Loren nodded thoughtfully, and his attention was quickly drawn to a child.

In front of a light yellow tent, a little boy of two or three years old squatted on the ground, holding a wand almost as long as himself like a spear. He stared straight at a slowly wriggling snot on the grass. Slug, after thinking for a few seconds, he stretched out his wand and poked the slug on the grass——

The slug's body began to expand rapidly, and soon became the size of a sausage, squirming happily on the grass.

Then the boy's mother ran out of the tent screaming: "How many times have I told you, Kevin? You're not allowed to touch your daddy's wand!"

She stepped on the fat slug, and with a bang, the insect's entrails mixed with green-white sticky juice flew everywhere, all over the child.

Hermione was shocked when she saw it, and hurriedly pulled Loren to speed up the pace.

In the center of the camp, on the fourth floor of the luxurious palace tent, a tall woman with a thick jaw and very thin lips suddenly walked out of the window. Her dark eyes stared at the boy with the lightning scar on his forehead from a distance, her eyes glued to him. Walking around in the tent community.

"..."

A cruel smile appeared on Bellatrix's lips: "Master, I can dedicate Harry Potter to you right now, as long as you give me a command."

A cold, hoarse voice came from inside the tent: "Idiot, the next second you take action, you will be drowned in countless spells."

The ferocious smile on Bellatrix's lips disappeared: "We can take advantage of the chaos at night to do it."

"Don't do unnecessary things. You just need to create chaos and buy time for the group of werewolves guarding Azkaban..."

The cold and sharp voice was full of joy: "Many of our former close partners are here, I can feel them... It's really missed..."

Listening to Lucius scolding the house elves downstairs, Bellatrix couldn't wait to cause chaos, and she grinned with a smile ready to move.

"If Lucius knew that you were hiding in his tent, master, I wonder if the expression of honor would appear on his face again?"

"Be patient...it will be soon..."

……

When they fetched water and returned to the camp, Molly and the twins were busy working inside and outside the tent. Arthur had already set up a fire and was sitting around it, dragging Percy along with a strange man in his forties or fifties. Witch chat.

"The weather is so nice, isn't it? The weather is great! Where can you find such weather! There must be no clouds at night... The whole preparations are in order... I have nothing to do!" The strange wizard said proudly loudly .

Loren glanced around and didn't see Charlie and Bill. They were probably shopping elsewhere.

Arthur waved to them happily: "Hey, you're back, come here, I'll introduce you to some of the most important people at the moment! Ludo Bagman!"

Loren and the others looked at the middle-aged wizard named Bagman. He was wearing a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black horizontal stripes. There was a huge ink printed on his chest. of wasps. The traces of blood vessels on the exposed arms are obvious, and the main veins are bulging, but the muscle lines are no longer obvious, and the skin is also somewhat loose.

Loren guessed that he must have had a strong physique when he was young, with short, capable blond hair, some protruding blue eyes, a flat nose, as if it had been interrupted, and many marks on his body that showed that he was once a big man. .