Chapter 144

Quidditch World Cup is a very grand national activity. Whenever the competition is held, a large number of Quidditch enthusiasts from all over the world will gather.

Therefore, the venue is particularly particular.

First, Quidditch is an outdoor sport, so the traceless stretch spell is useless. Therefore, this place should be large enough because it needs to accommodate a large number of guests.

Secondly, it needs not only a stadium, but also a camping place where the audience can set up tents for the night.

After all, no one can say how long a game will last - in theory, the game will go on until both seeker catch the snitch.

Records show that the longest game lasted for three months!

Finally, this place also has an expulsion Muggle curse to ensure that it will not be seen by Muggles who inadvertently pass by. Such a large site needs a lot of people to maintain.

Needless to say, wizards who have always lacked discipline can easily become messy if they get together.

Mr. Weasley took the children along to find out where he had booked the tent.

They struggled through the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most tents look nothing special. Obviously, their owners took great pains to make them as Muggle tents as much as possible, but some accidentally went too far and added chimneys, bell ropes or wind vanes.

However, there are a few tents occasionally. You can see that they are magical.

Harry thought, no wonder the Muggle who sold the ticket just now was suspicious!

Yes, because the prime minister has a long-term relationship with the Ministry of magic, whenever such a large event, Muggle leaders always find some reason to send someone to watch. Even if they don't remember anything when they go back.

"He has caused me a lot of trouble. In order to keep him happy, he has to recite the forgetting curse more than ten times a day," said an exhausted wizard in bloomers.

In the middle of the camp, several tents stand out.

It was very spread and used a lot of striped silk. It was like a small palace, and several live peacocks were tied at the entrance. A little further ahead, they saw a tent in the shape of a four story building, with several turrets next to it.

On the other side, there is a garden in front of the tent, with bird bathtubs, sundials, fountains and so on.

And the biggest thing people can't see is a super big tent that covers an area several times larger than the largest tent - Harry, it can't be called a tent.

"Whose house is that... Um..." Harry couldn't help saying, "should I call it 'tent'?"

"Oh... Yes, I remember that position... It seems to be from some family in France," Mr. Weasley thought. "It looks very impressive, doesn't it?"

"Always," said Mr. Weasley with a smile. "When we get together, we can't help showing off... Ah, here, look! This is our territory!"

They came to the edge of the tree forest at the end of the camp. There was an open space with a small sign on the ground, which read three words: wezley.

People in the Ministry of magic misspelled their names. It seems that it's really busy here.

"It's a wonderful place!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The site is on the other side of the forest. It's too close." he took his backpack off his shoulder.

"Well," he said excitedly, "strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We should set up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult... Muggles are like this... By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start..."

Compared with the big families, Mr. Weasley can only rely on himself. But it has to be said that the poor also have the fun of the poor, which can not be realized by those noble families.

For example, now in a luxurious tent, the Malfoys are sitting leisurely in their chairs and enjoying the fragrant tea after breakfast.

"Dad, I think... Can I go out?" Draco didn't want to make his father angry, because he was always strange recently, and his temper was worse than before.

"No!" Lucius glanced at his son and accentuated his voice. "Stay in the tent and don't go anywhere until the game begins!"

With that, Lucius subconsciously looked outside the tent, although there was nothing worthy of his attention except the people who kept coming and going.

The Dark Lord is back. He's really back! But since the last time old avery suddenly visited his house, his heart has been hanging in the air.

Yes, he lost the diary Voldemort gave him - although he was going to get rid of it, who knows, someone knew it and asked old avery to send a microphone to warn him!

This is terrible!

Some time ago, the black mark on his arm suddenly jumped - obviously, his old master has quietly returned!

Soon after, a man in a cloak suddenly came to his bed. The uneasy feeling immediately woke him up from his uneasy sleep

"Who are you?"

Lucius, who forced himself to calm down, stared at each other's hood, but almost frightened him - he couldn't see anything in it, except that darkness was darkness, and there was black gas from it.

That feeling is even worse than facing Dementors.

"Lucius Malfoy... Are you still a Death Eater crawling at the master's feet?" the man asked stiffly.

Lucius immediately understood that this was the servant of the Dark Lord!

"Of course! I, Lucius Malfoy, will always be loyal to the Lord of the Dark Lord!"

"Then prove it with action." the man threw an envelope from his long sleeve and Lucius caught it.

Then, the strange man suddenly turned into a mass of black gas, rushed out of the window and flew up, and soon disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, Lucius was upset at the thought of what to do next. He got up and kept pacing back and forth in the tent, his face full of tangles.

But he doesn't know yet. It's not that he can't go if he doesn't want to.

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While Lucius was still worried about interests and fear, Harry and they had set up the tent. The boys quickly visited the girls' tent and found that it was only slightly smaller than the boys' tent, but it didn't always smell like a cat in their tent.

Then Harry, Ron, Hermione and Luna carried kettles and saucepans through the increasingly crowded camp and went to fetch water at the place marked "faucet" on the map.

At this time, the sun had just risen and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions and couldn't see their head at all.

Several people walked slowly through the tents and looked around with interest. Harry realized that there were so many male and female wizards in the world. He had never seriously thought about what wizards in other countries were like before!

On the field, the campers who arrived last night gradually woke up.

The first to get up were families with children. Harry had never seen such a small wizard - a little boy of about two years old squatted outside a large pyramid tent, holding a magic wand and happily stabbing a slug on the grass.

Every time the little boy poked it, the slug swelled up in a circle and soon swelled into a big sausage. When they came to 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 father's Wand - ouch!"

She stepped on the huge slug with one foot, and the slug burst open.

"Oh, my God!" Ron moaned with a wrinkled face.

Everyone felt that the scene was a little disgusting.

But Luna just shook her head and said, "well... Fortunately, it's not a frober caterpillar... Otherwise it will suffer."

They walked a long way and heard her cry in the silent air, mixed with the cry of the little boy - "you trampled on the insect! You trampled on the insect!"

After another walk, they saw two little female wizards, about the age of Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, with their feet gently skimming the dew stained grass.

A wizard working in the Ministry had seen them. As he hurried past Harry and them, he muttered in annoyance, "it's in broad daylight! My parents are probably still sleeping in -"

From time to time, they can see adult wizards get out of their tents and start making breakfast. Some looked furtively and lit the fire with a magic wand; Some are striking matches, with a suspicious expression on their faces, as if they think it will not work.

On the other side, three African male wizards sat there talking seriously. They were all wearing long white robes and baking something like a hare on a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat there talking and laughing. A shiny banner hung high between their tents: Salem wizard college.

Then, as he passed some tents, there came a few words of conversation, which sounded strange - he couldn't understand a word.

But today, here, everyone's voice is so excited!

At this time, just over the cloudy North Sea, more than a dozen wizards riding brooms and dressed in rags were moving forward rapidly against the waves; Not far in front of them, a young man sat on the back of a winged animal with an eagle headed horse, and an owl spread its wings around him.

On the sea behind them, the long tail marks aroused by air currents gradually spread