Chapter 293

A few days later, at three in the morning.

In the fog of an unknown swamp south of Newport, Wales, two figures with lanterns walk and quarrel.

"Come here so early, I'm really convinced that fool bagman, let's stay here all night!"

A man with a gold watch and a tweed suit threw a big empty box on the ground heavily. He tightened the nondescript long rubber overshoes of his lower body, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one.

"Who said it wasn't? Well, it's only been a day. Bear it, West." Said a man in a highland pleated skirt and a South American Cape.

"Forbearance?"

Holding a gold watch and wearing a tweed suit, vaster angrily spat out a smoke ring and yelled, "basil, you still help him talk at this time. The old guy gambled with some goblins until late at night. Now he doesn't know where to have a good time with Meiwa in Bulgaria. I really don't know how he became the director of the Department."

"Shh, don't let anyone hear you!"

Wearing a Scottish highland pleated skirt and a South American Cape, basil quickly covered his companion's mouth and warned, "be careful, Walter. Don't let anyone hear you. Bagman has a small heart."

Gaster, who was covered by his mouth, impatiently broke away from the shackles of his companions, arranged his collar and squinted:

"what are you afraid of, basil? You are really careful. I was admitted to the Ministry of magic by my ability. Can he open me? Besides, at this point, those witches are sleeping. Who would be so stupid to come so early? "

"You calm down... Calm down... No one dares to do anything to you." Basil quickly spoke up and patted his colleagues on the back.

As soon as Basil's voice fell, pattering footsteps came from the mist of the swamp in the distance.

He was slightly stunned and looked at his watch. The time on the watch showed three o'clock in the morning. Now it's one day before the Quidditch World Cup. Who will come so early? Is it some foreign wizard?

Around the irascible gas special closed his mouth, two people in the black swamp, raised the lantern, quietly waiting.

Click.

Click.

Click.

The sound of footsteps is as precise and firm as a clock.

Then, basil saw a tall figure walking out of the Welsh swamp fog at 3 a.m. alone. He was dressed in a plain gray robe, and dressed almost like a street wizard. But the only strange thing was that he was wearing a strange cage on his head, which made people unable to see his dress clearly. His long white hair cascaded out of the cage Slide out, almost to the ground.

Basil was stunned by the dress for a long time. He had never seen such a strange dress before. The man walked leisurely and elegantly in the mist, as if walking in the park...

but his companion vaster, who was always complaining about his boss, reacted first. He stepped forward and asked seriously, "wizard?"

The man in the strange cage nodded slowly.

"To see the Quidditch game?"

The strange white haired man nodded again.

Basil quickly took out a roll of parchment and a quill pen from his pocket.

"Is there an invitation?"

Vaster asked as a matter of routine.

The white haired man shook his head.

"Do you have tickets?" Asked waster.

The wizard in the birdcage slowly extended his palm to his waist and took out a crumpled note.

Basil looked down. Isn't it a piece of waste paper?

He was about to blame the wizard, but the irascible Wallis nodded and handed back the waste paper.

After a closer look, basil felt that he was too tired and dazzled. It was a brand new ticket.

He was relieved and asked, "didn't you come here with the door key?"

"The key to the door?" The white haired man tilted his head in a birdcage.

"Well, I just asked casually. It's not easy for me to find this position. Hahaha, please register here."

Basil grinned and handed over the parchment and quill.

But the man in the birdcage didn't respond to him and didn't sign the paper, which made him feel embarrassed and scratched his head.

I don't know why, although he can't see the man's face clearly through the cage, he can feel that there are a pair of breathtaking eyes under the cage. He is a little uncomfortable to be looked at by this guy.

I saw the white haired man standing in the moonlight, tilted his head to think for a while, then asked with a smile: "excuse me, where is the most crowded rest area in the stadium?"

The soft voice made Basil feel like spring breeze. It seemed that all the stars in the night sky were bright at the same time. He immediately forgot to sign something like that, and began to think: "er... This..."But his companions had already considered it better than him. He only heard that there were fewer people in the first venue. They were all foreign visitors. Naturally, the rest area with the most people was the second venue, while the rest area with the least people in the third venue was the rest area of the high-level of the Ministry of magic

"Oh, well, thank you."

The strange man in the birdcage leaned slightly and bent down.

Then, just like when he appeared, he disappeared into the night mist of Wales step by step with precise steps like a clock.

After the man left for nearly 20 minutes, basil recovered from the feeling of spring breeze. He slowly frowned: "what's that strange dress?"

"Who knows," he said, looking at the place where the man disappeared with a smile, "it's supposed to be the Witches of other countries. These foreigners have a strange personality."

"Is there any problem..."

Basil muttered to himself, always feeling that he had forgotten something.

Crackle.

There was a light crackle in the mist, followed by a loud noise.

"This way! Dear

"Oh, damn, it's a swamp, my shoes!"

"I want you to be more careful!"

"Hurry up, don't worry about the shoes, go and sign. Let's find a good place while there are few people!"

"Ha ha, yes, fight for position, fight for position!"

Basil recovered from his thought. With the sound of joy, he saw a group of small figures rush out of the fog, holding the lantern hand in hand. They looked like seven dwarfs in a fairy tale.

Vaster frowned: "the little Irish Banshee..."

as soon as the voice fell, the little Banshee at the head jumped up and threw an old can to basil. Then he grabbed the parchment and quill pen in Basil's hand and wrote a series of names on it. While writing, he said with a smile: "your chief has drunk too much, Ha ha, he bet Bulgaria to win. I hope he won't regret it tomorrow, ha ha ha

After laughing, he threw the messy parchment to basil, hand in hand with each other, and jumped into the fog happily.

After being tossed by these little banshees, basil forgot everything. Waster even began to scold: "the director personally participated in gambling. What the hell did he think of doing such a thing? I'll bet bagman won't be able to work in this position for several years!"

Basil didn't want to pay any attention to his companion's complaints, because there was another crackle in the distance, and a group of people sent here through the unknown place of the door key.

...

the busy work starts in the early morning, and there are people from all over the world. Each of them speaks a variety of accents, asking questions, signing and returning the door key. The big box with the door key has been replaced one after another.

Until five o'clock in the morning, it was getting light. At this time, basil was already tired and dizzy, and the nearby waster was even more gloomy. He didn't have the strength to scold his boss.

I wish I hadn't been so unlucky in the future, basil thought, to be on duty at such a time.

...

crackle.

With the sound of the door key landing.

Someone lamented: "ah, old, old, really can't use the door key, every time will turn to... Turn to nausea."

"Who asked you to follow, old man? I can do it alone. "

"Come on, that's crouch! Do you really think you can see him without my help? Cough... Besides, it's wrong to want to watch the Quidditch World Cup. You've come all the time. Can you miss such a match? "

"All right, shut up." A young voice impatiently said: "everyone is weak. If you want to go, hurry up! The sun is out

Basil and Walter stand up straight.

This time out of the fog came two figures, one high and one low. When he approached, basil saw that they were a young man and an old man.

The tall boy has a peculiar appearance. He is about 1.78 meters tall and has a bright head. His ears are inlaid with a silver earring. His eyes are shining with a dull golden light in the morning sun. He is very heroic.

Of course, the more conspicuous is his suit.

He was wearing a dark blue wizard robe with double shawls on his shoulders and silver Eagles inlaid on it. The tail of the robe was divided into three branches. It looked like the tail feathers of some kind of bird. It was very gorgeous. It's a member of an ancient wizard family.

In contrast, the old man around him is much more shabby. He is wearing an old robe, a hood, bent waist, and shaking to support the young man, as if he would die on the ground in the next second.

Because of the young man's strange and noble appearance, basil cheered up. Although the Ministry of magic explicitly forbids wearing wizard's clothes to watch the game, it doesn't mean that all wizards have to abide by the rules. People who can break the rules are often more worthy of attention."Hello." Basil stepped forward.

The trembling old man stepped forward. "Hello, my name is Ali Bashir. This, this is my grandson, horva Bashir."

"Ali Bashir, horva Bashir..."

Basil looked over the list, "Oh, go ahead, the first field, turn left 100 meters."

"Thank you," the old man said with a polite smile, "Xin... Hard work." With that, he fell into dullness as if he were senile dementia.

With one hand covering his brows and blocking the sun, the bald boy handed a football door key full of holes to Basil: "is this the entrance to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"The entrance is inside. We are responsible for retrieving the door key and signing it." Basil took the football and threw it into the box: "Oh, of course, if you're directly invited by the Ministry of magic, you don't have to sign it."

The bald boy nodded. "We're looking for Barty crouch. He invited us. How can I get there? "

"So."

Basil was looking up on the parchment list. "Barty crouch... Barty crouch... Oh, yes, about a half mile ahead, in the front third field."

"Thank you."

Baldheaded boy covered the sun, politely bowed to him. Then he pulled the dying old man beside him: "go, don't be in a daze!"

The old man responded and complained, "you should love me a little, horva. I'm old and need enough sleep. I can't toss like you..."

"come on," the boy said lazily, "you won't die if I die."

"Crow mouth, do you want me to die so much?"

"Hum, there is an old saying in the East. I don't know if you've ever heard it. It's a thief to be old but not dead."

"You...!"

With the old man's angry murmur.

The old and the young also disappeared in the morning mist.

Basil was puzzled. He turned to look at waster. "Is that the way grandson talks to granddad?"

"Maybe this is the virtue of foreigners," gaster shrugged, staring at his tired eyes

The strange couple just left.

There was another crackling sound in the distance, this time a large crowd.

"Five o'clock seven, from stoat mountain." Gaster said weakly.

Then, a large group of people rushed out of the morning fog, led by a red haired man in a golf shirt and old jeans. The trousers were a little too big for him, and he tied it with a wide cattle belt.

"Good morning, basil."

Said the redhead, picking up a boot on the ground and handing it to basil.

Tired, basil took the boot and threw it into the dustbin: "Hello, Arthur, not on duty, eh? Some people are lucky We're here all night You'd better get out of the way. There's a big crowd coming from the black forest at a quarter past five.

Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is Weasley Weasley... "

Basil looked for it on the parchment list. "It's about a quarter of a mile, and the first field ahead. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts. Digory You're in the second field To Mr. Penn. "

"Thank you, basil." Arthur Weasley said.

terribly fatigued, as like as two peas and two girls, who had been playing around the two men, had been two times the same red hair twins.

After they all left, gaster said numbly:

"it's so busy."

"Who said no?"

Basil rubbed his eyes wearily. "I hope these people don't make any moths."