Chapter 494

Harry let go of Ron and himself and stood up. He wanted to ask about the flight, but someone interrupted him.

Van Lin gently shook his head, he saw two people coming in the sky.

Fanlin looked around, and they came to a very desolate, misty wilderness. In front of them were a couple of sorcerers who looked very tired and rough. One of them had a big gold watch, and the other had a thick roll of parchment and a quill pen. Both were dressed like Muggles, but they looked clumsy. The man with the watch was wearing a Scotch tweed coat, and his colleagues were wearing a pleated skirt and a wide waterproof jacket.

"Good morning, Brazilians." Mr. Weasley said hello, picked up the boot and handed it to the sorcerer in the dress. He threw his boots into a nearby trunk with used door keys; Fanlin could see an old newspaper, an empty drink can and a football with holes.

"Hello, Arthur," said the Brazilian wearily, "don't you have to be on duty? It's good for some people We've been here all night You'd better get out of the way. A large group of people are about to arrive. They're from the black forest. They're leaving at 5:15. Wait a minute. I'll look for your camp Weasley "Weasley..." He looked at the list on the parchment. "Over there, about a quarter of a mile, you go to camp one and find Mr. pine."

Thank you Mr. Weasley asked the others to follow him.

"But before that, I must warn you that you should know the rules."

"Of course." Mr. Weasley said, unconcerned.

Then the Brazilian turned his head and aimed at Van Lin.

"That kid, don't use your magic to please your girlfriend. This is Muggle's territory..."

Hermione wanted to explain, but Vaseline said it first.

"We know the rules, sir." Said Fanlin.

The Brazilian nodded, "but the magic is still worth affirming. I've never seen such a small wizard who can master magic at such a young age. You come out there."

"Hogwarts, sir." Said Fanlin.

The Brazilian nodded. "You must be the best in your school. Well, Dumbledore's students are naturally reassuring. "

With a wave of Brazil's hand, the crowd turned to leave.

"My little boy..." Fanlin heard something faintly. This is a wizard with a family.

Hermione was a little embarrassed. She was said to be Van Lin's girlfriend, but she

As a result, Hermione walked with Ginny all the way to van Lin and had to get close to Fred and George.

"It's flat." George said.

"No Van Lin gave George a fierce look, and then the two brothers laughed.

"Our products have been confiscated by my mother. It would be nice if you had come earlier." Fred complained that he took a furtive look at Mr. Weasley.

"Give up those immature ideas, but I have a better way to visit some interesting things." Fanlin could not help but think of nicoleme's useless alchemy products.

Six hundred years of life is always very boring. Naturally, nicoleme needs to find some things to do. In the final analysis, Fanlin is a perfect successor.

But if Abraham knew that Vaseline was going to use alchemy in this simple joke product, I don't know what his old man would think.

"Really?" Fred and George's eyes lit up and their voices rose.

Mr. Weasley glared at his twin brother fiercely. How could he hide his voice from the elite Wizard of the order of Phoenix?

Naturally, the Weasleys were naive, and his father just didn't want to.

Mr. Weasley had to show the dignity of the head of the family in the absence of Mrs. Weasley.

"Don't talk about it. This is Muggle territory."

Twins don't talk about joke products, but even so, there's always something fun to share when several Gryffindors get together.

They set off through the wilderness. About twenty minutes later, on the side of the road, a stone hut appeared. In addition to this, Harry could see hundreds of ugly tents all over the field. After saying goodbye to Digory and his son, they went to the hut.

A man stood at the door, looking at the tents. Harry saw at a glance that he was the only real Muggle in the acres. When he heard the footsteps, he turned and looked at them.

"Good morning!" Mr. Weasley said wisely.

"Good morning!" Said Muggle.

"Are you Mr. Robert?"

"Yes," Mr. Robert replied, "who are you?"

"Weasley, two tents, reserved a few days ago."

"Ah," said Mr. Robert, looking at the list nailed to the door, "yours is by the forest, just one night, isn't it?""Yes." Said Mr. Weasley.

"Do you pay now or later?" Asked Mr. Robert.

"Ah, now, yes, of course!" With that, Mr. Weasley went out of the hut and asked Harry to come to him. "Help me, Harry," he whispered, taking a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to separate it. "This is a Ten? Ah, yes, I see the small number on it So this is a five? "

"Twenty." Harry corrected him in a low voice, and was very worried to find that Mr. Robert was trying to listen to what they were talking about.

"Ah, yes, yes I don't know. These little papers... "

When Mr. Weasley came back with the right amount of money, Mr. Robert asked, "are you a foreigner?"

"Foreigners?" Repeated Mr. Weasley, bewildered.

"You're not the first one who doesn't know how to use money," said Mr. Robert, approaching Mr. Weasley. "Ten minutes ago, two men tried to pay with gold coins the size of a bottle cap."

"Really?" Asked Mr. Weasley nervously.

Mr. Robert is looking for change in an aluminum can.

"It's never been so crowded here," he said suddenly, taking another look at the misty fields. "Hundreds of people have made reservations. Some just appeared... "

"Really?" Asked Mr. Weasley. He reached out to get his change, but Mr. Robert didn't give it to him.

"Ah," he said thoughtfully, "those people come from all over the world, there are many foreigners, not only foreigners, but also a lot of strange people, you know? There's a guy walking around in a skirt and a windbreaker

"How can he do this?" Mr. Weasley said nervously.

"It looks like I think It's like a collection, "Mr. Robert said." they all seem to know each other, like a big party. "

At that time, a wizard appeared quietly in front of Mr. Robert.

It's different from memory He pointed his wand at Mr. Robert and said sharply.

For a moment, Mr. Robert's eyes were out of focus. His eyebrows were loose and his face was indifferent. Harry recognized the symptom, which meant that his memory was limited.

"Your camp map," Mr. Robert said quietly to Mr. Weasley. "Here's your change."

"Thank you very much." Said Mr. Weasley.

Just now the wizard accompanied them to the gate of the camp. He looked very tired. His chin was blue and covered with stubbles. There were dark purple circles under his eyes. As soon as he was out of Mr. Robert's hearing range, he whispered to Mr. Weasley, "this guy is very troublesome. It takes ten mnemonics a day to make him happy. Ruth. Bagmon refused to help. Troy talks about snitch, gobbler and swindler all over the hall without worrying about the security of the Muggle defense system. ah I'll be happy when it's all over. See you later, Arthur

He disappeared.

"I think Mr. bagmond is the head of the Ministry of magic movement?" Ginny said, looking very surprised. "He should know what it's like to talk about book balls around Muggles, right?"

"He should know," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, leading them into the camp, "But Ruth was always careless about the security situation. Even so, there is no more enthusiastic and active leader of the sports department. You know he played Quidditch for England. He's the best player on the Wynn Bauer Hornets

Several people were struggling in rows of tents on the misty fields. Most of them look ordinary; their owners have tried to make them look like Muggles, with chimneys, bells, or wind vanes. However, it was so obvious that there were tents everywhere, and Harry was not surprised by Mr. Robert's suspicions. On the way, there was an extravagant and pretentious work with silk strips hanging on it, just like a palace. There are still several peacocks living in the population. Mujiu passed a three story tent with several turrets. A few meters in front of it, there was a tent with a garden in front of it. There was also a water basin, a solar compass and a fountain inside.

"Always," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "when we get together, we can't help showing ourselves. Ah, here we are. Look, this is ours

They reached the edge of the forest, in the front of the field. It was an open space with only a small hammer on the ground sign that said "Weasley.".

"This is a wonderful place to be!" Said Mr. Weasley with great pleasure. "The tent is on the other side of the forest, and we need to get as close as possible." He took his knapsack from his arm. "Okay," he said excitedly, "no magic. Strictly speaking, we're going to put up the tent by hand! It won't be too difficult Muggle people often do Here, Harry, where do you think we should start? "Harry had never camped in his life, and the Dursleys never took him out on holiday, and they preferred to put him in an old neighbor Mrs. Figg's. Even so, he and van Lin decided where to put the posts and posts. When Mr. Weasley began to use the hammer, he was over excited. If he becomes an obstacle, he is just like a mental handicap, and he can't help. But in the end, they set up two humble tents.

All the people stood in the back to appreciate the things they had made. Harry thought no one would have guessed that the tents were made by witches. But the problem is that once bill, Charlie and Percy arrive, they will be ten. Hermione seemed to think of the problem. When Mr. Weasley, the first to enter the tent, she gave Harry a teasing look.

"We're going to be crowded," he said, "but I think we can all squeeze in.

Take a look. "

" don't worry, it will surprise you. " Van Lin patted Harry on the shoulder and went in with Hermione.

Harry bent down. There were three rooms, a bath room and a kitchen. Coincidentally, it's the same style as Mrs. Figg's, with crochet covers on the chairs that don't match at all and have a strong cat smell.

"Well, not for a long time," said Mr. Weasley, wiping his bald head with a handkerchief and looking askance at the four beds in the room. "I borrowed it from Parkin's office. He's not camping now. Poor fellow, he's suffering from low back pain

He picked up the dusty kettle and squinted inside, "we need water..."

"You can see a tap in the map the Muggles gave us," said Ron, who followed Harry into the tent and didn't seem surprised by what was going on inside. "On the other side of the field."

"Good. Why don't you and Harry get some water Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and a pot. "The rest will go for some wood because we need fire."

"But we have furnaces," said Ron. "Why can't we just..."

"Ron, it's for security, defense against Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said his face was full of anticipation. "When real Muggles go camping, they cook outdoors with fire, and I've seen that!"

"I can help." Fanlin said that he had camped out, but the tent was his pen, but the command was like this, and the action was different.

"I'll come too." Hermione turned a blind eye to van Lin's practical ability That's all.

After a quick look at the girl's tent, Harry and Ron, with their pots and pans, crossed the camp and set off. The girl's tent is just a little smaller than the boy's, but it doesn't smell like a cat.

After Harry and Ron left, the crowd naturally entered a busy state.

Fanlin fiddled with it, and finally cast a silent spell without Mr. Weasley's attention. He had a way to hide the magic wave, but Hermione found out.

Fortunately it's Hermione, but it's a bit unfortunate

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