Chapter 495

Maybe it's a disaster to leave van Lin to do these Muggle chores.

As a matter of fact, Fanlin has never been involved in such work since childhood, because of the absence of his mother, the housework at home naturally falls on Mr. Al, but

Aunt housekeeping is a good choice. When van Lin goes to Hogwarts, Dobby's arrival will completely replace the status of housekeeper aunt.

All in all, it would have been a disaster if Vaseline's control of magic was not so precise.

Even so, van Lin still suffered a lot of Hermione's white eyes, which was inevitable.

"How could it be so bad." Van Lin looked at a lump of black meat, fortunately, his space equipment

Unfortunately, he didn't even have packaged food in his space gear.

Imagine fighting people with all their strength, and the space is disordered. As a result, a bag of potato chips flies from the gem of the staff and hits the enemy in the face.

It's going to be a shock.

However, such feasibility may have unexpected effect.

Of course, it's just bullshit. Besides being ashamed, he doesn't even know what potato chips are, like Voldemort or death.

Using magic to ignite the fire, eventually, van Lin was turned out by Hermione, and then van Lin shamelessly pulled Hermione out, the reason is, we don't need to cook, breakfast has been eaten, we can go to Harry and Ron.

The reason is very strong, but it's not reliable. They don't even have a map. How can they find Harry?

But Hermione didn't expose him. In fact, the girl wanted to hang around.

Hermione, who lives in the Muggle world, only stays at Hogwarts, hogmaud and Diagon Alley.

Fanlin is no better than Athens, busbarton and China's nine immortals

Er It's quite a lot.

Egypt also has to go, there are about the "jade record" and the more famous "the dead's black scripture" and "the sun golden Sutra" are all in Egypt, that mysterious country, all forest don't want to miss.

What's more, this is what nicoleme mentioned, "the jade record" is comparable to the book of Abraham.

In this way, in addition to America and Africa, all the more important birthplaces of Magic have been to Fanlin, especially Greece and China. Is this the origin of mankind?

The combination of Muggle works and magic is a surprising coincidence and a surprising effect.

However, it seems that it is not too difficult to find Harry. Van Lin remembers the general direction, and relying on the guidance of magic energy, the four people soon meet.

Such a grand wizard gathering is not to be missed. Even for the children of wizard family like Ron, it is the first time to see so many witches, and the pace is naturally slower.

Hermione mercilessly shared van Lin's embarrassment with two friends, which is still very fun. Van Lin's embarrassing behavior is rare, and he can cope with those things at Hogwarts.

Of course, Harry was merciless. For Vaseline, none of this existed.

Ron didn't speak. He just looked in the distance.

Now that the sun has just risen and the fog is much smaller, they can see the tent world stretching in all directions. They walked slowly through the rows of tents and looked around.

Only Harry would wonder how many witches and witches there were in the world; he never thought about the witches in other countries.

The other campers began to get up. First, there were families with small children; Harry had never seen such a young witch or wizard. A little boy no more than two years old climbed out of a pyramid shaped tent with a wand and happily poked at a slug on the grass that was slowly swelling to the size of an Italian sausage. As they approached him, his mother came out of the tent in a hurry.

"How many times, Kevin? You can't touch dad's wand

She stepped on the huge slug and it cracked. Her curse, mixed with the little boy's cry, "you've broken the slug! You broke the slug Floating in the quiet air.

Not far away, they saw two little witches, about the age of Kevin. They were riding a toy broom, which could only rise to the height of a girl's toes, and could only skim over the dewy grass. A wizard official found them. After Harry, Ron Fanlin and Hermione, he ran to them and kept complaining: "it's daylight. My parents are still sleeping in. I think..." The witches and sorcerers all around came out of the tent and began to prepare breakfast. Some secretly look around and light the fire with their wands; others, suspiciously, try to ignite with matches as if it were impossible. Three African witches were talking seriously, all dressed in long white bubbles, while a group of middle-aged American witches sat on a glittering slogan and chatted happily. The sign was hanging between their tents and said, "Wizard salon.". As they passed through the tents, Harry heard a strange language talking inside. Although he could not understand it, the tone of each voice was very excited."Well, is it my eyes, or is something green?" Asked Ron.

It's not just about Ron's eyes. They walked into a tent camp, where all the tents looked like they were covered with clover. Through the tents that opened the population, they could see smiling faces. Suddenly, behind them, they heard their names called. "Harry! Ron! Fanlin! Hermione

It's Simo Finnegan, Gryffindor's classmate. He was sitting in front of his own clover covered canopy, next to a redhead woman, presumably his mother, and his best friend, Dean, who was also Gryffindor's classmate.

"Like ornaments?" Simo asked with a smile, and then he came over to say hello to the four people.

"The cabinet is not very happy."

"Ah, why can't we use the colors we like?" Mrs. Finigan said, "you should see what Bulgaria shows off. Are you really going to support Ireland? " She added, staring at Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione.

When they promised that they would really support Ireland, they set off again, but, as Ron said, "in that case, we have to say something."

"I'm curious about what Bulgarians put on their tents to show off." Hermione nodded and thought she should have seen more.

"Let's go and have a look." He pointed to the big camp ahead, where Bulgarian red, green and white flags were flying in the wind.

"Good." Harry nodded and a few people changed the itinerary again.

Tents are not decorated with plants, but each with the same poster. A haughty face with a dark black eyebrow. The picture is constantly moving, but the face is constantly blinking and frowning.

"Krum." Ron whispered.

"What?" Asked Hermione.

"Krum!" Ron said, "Viktor Krum, Bulgarian hunter!"

"He looks really rude." Hermione said, looking around at so many krums winking and frowning at them.

"I feel the same way." Fanlin said quickly, but it seems that

"Is it really rude?" Ron looked up at the sky. "Who cares what he looks like? He's incredible. He's really young. He's only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, and you'll see it tonight. "

By the tap in the corner of the field, there was already a small group waiting. Harry, Ron, vaseline and Hermione joined them, standing behind two men, and they were arguing fiercely.

One of them was a very old wizard. Dressed in a flowery Nightgown, the other was a witch Lord official. He was holding a pair of striped trousers and almost cried with anger.

"Put it on, archika. You're a good guy. You can't walk around like this. The Muggles at the door have long suspected it. "

"I bought them in Muggles' shops," the old wizard said stubbornly. "Muggles wear these too."

"Only Muggle women wear this, archika! You're a man. You should wear these. " Said the wizard official, waving Pinstripe trousers.

"I don't wear these," archika said angrily. "I like to feel the cool breeze, thank you!"

Hermione couldn't help laughing at the situation, and she quickly stepped out of the line.

Archika didn't come back until he left with water.

Because of the weight of the water, they are walking more slowly now. They struggled through the camp back and saw more familiar faces around them - other Hogwarts students and their families.

Oliver wood, the old captain of Harry's Quidditch team, has just left Hogwarts. He pulled Harry to his parents' tent, introduced him to everyone, and excitedly told Harry that he had just signed with United. Then they met Ernie. Mamian, a member of huffpaff. Then, not far away, they saw Qiu, a very beautiful Chinese girl, who was playing as a hunter in Ravenclaw's team.

She waves and smiles at them, and van Lin responds politely, and Harry splashes a lot of water as he raises his hand to her. Ron kept giggling. Harry quickly pointed out a large group of teenagers he had never met.

"Guess who they are?" He asked, "they're not going to Hogwarts, are they?"

"They go to some foreign school," said Ron. "I know some people who don't know each other when they see each other. Bill had a pen pal in Brazil many years ago. He wanted to make an exchange trip, but his parents couldn't afford it. When he said he would not go and gave the other party a cursed hat, his pen pal felt offended. The hat withered his ears

Harry laughed, but nothing more interesting than when he heard about other wizard schools. He thought that he had seen so many countries in the camp that he realized how stupid he had been to realize that Hogwarts was not the only one. He looked at Hermione, and she wasn't surprised at the news. That's not surprising. She's seen news about sorcerer schools in books and elsewhere.As for Fanlin

Well, Fanlin has been to nine immortals in China and busbarton in France. Harry has forgotten this. Fanlin has gone so much more than them. They are all Muggle children.

When they finally returned to Weasley's tent, George said to them, "you've been there for a long time."

"We met some people," said Ron, putting the water in place. "Where's the fire, isn't Vaseline ready?"

"Dad is playing with matches and enjoying himself." Said Fred.

"Dad wanted to try it himself, and Fanlin made meat pie before. In order to get the meat pie off, they put out the fire, and then Dad refused to make a fire."

Van Lin laughed awkwardly. It was really not a glorious thing.

Mr. Weasley couldn't set the fire on, but it wasn't because of a lack of trying. He scattered matches around him, but he seemed to have been trying for a lifetime.

"Bad!" He said, because he finally struck a match and threw it to the ground in surprise.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley." Hermione said gently. She took the box and began to teach him what to do.

Finally, they lit the fire, but it would be at least an hour before it was hot enough to cook. When they wait, there is a lot to see around them. Because their tent seemed to be in the right place, the witches in the cabinet kept running up and down in a hurry, and when they passed by, they warmly said hello to Mr. Weasley. Because of Harry, Hermione and van Lim, Mr. Weasley had to explain constantly, and his own children were too familiar with the cabinet to arouse much interest.

"That's Casper. Mike Ju, head of the goblin liaison office. This is gable. Wilbur, he's a member of the magic experiment Committee. He has a horn. Wait a minute. Now, Hello, arms Boston. He's a member of the magic accident repair team... "

"Who are they?"

"It's from the secret service. It's highly classified. No one knows what they're going to do."

Finally, the fire was ready, and when bill, Charlie, and Percy walked up from the forest to them, they had just begun to boil eggs and sausages.

"The phantom has just come here, Dad," Percy said aloud. "Oh, great, lunch!"

When they were halfway through the sausage and eggs, Mr. Weasley jumped to his feet, waving and smiling at a man approaching them.

"Ah," he said, "the people of the day! Dew

Ruth. Bagmon is clearly the most remarkable person that Fanling has seen so far, even old archika in floral pajamas.

He was wearing a Quidditch robe with bright horizontal stripes of yellow and black. The design of a giant wasp is on his chest. He has the physique of a strong man. Because of his big belly, the robe was a little tight, and it seemed that after he stopped playing Quidditch for England, he must have worn it out.

His nose was crooked, and van Lin thought it might have been broken by a dish, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair and red skin made him look like a precocious boy.

"Ah, there Bagmond cried out with great joy. He walked like a spring under his feet, very excited.

"Arthur, old man," he boasted when he got to the campfire, "what a wonderful day, eh? What a wonderful day! There's no better weather than this. A cloudless night is coming There is no obstacle in the whole organization. I have nothing to do! "

Behind him, a group of haggard cabinet wizards rushed by, running into the glowing, 20 foot magic camp fire in the distance.

Percy quickly followed. Obviously, although he didn't approve of Ruth. The way bagmond runs his department doesn't stop him from trying to make a good impression on him.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "This is my son Percy, who has just started working in the cabinet. This is Fred, bill, Charlie, Ron, and Ginny and Ron's friends, Fanlin Al, Hermione Granger and Harry. Porter. "

Bagmond was a little suspicious when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes scanned the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Children," continued Mr. Weasley, "this is Ruth. Bagmon, you know who he is. Thank him for getting us such good tickets

It's not like bamon's smiling.

As for bagmon, Fanlin had heard a little about it. According to his memory, he was not a very good guy. However, he still felt that it was not a good thing to watch and kill him.

"Please tell me the result of the game, Arthur." Bagmon said eagerly, jingling as if there were a lot of gold in the pocket of his yellow and black robe.

"I've been betting with Rudy pontney that Bulgaria will score first and I'll give him something beautiful and strange, considering that Ireland's top three is the best I've seen in years. And little agossi. She put half her stake in her eel pond for a week"Oh, I'll see," said Mr. Weasley, "I'll bet on a kingalon, and Ireland will win!"

"Just one kingaron?" Ruth bagmon looked a little disappointed, but he soon returned to normal. "Good, good Who else would like to participate? "

"They're too young to gamble," Mr. Weasley said. "Molly won't like it..."

"We're going to bet thirty-seven galleons, fifteen silver Sikes, three copper natts," said Fred, who and George quickly counted their money. "Ireland won, but Vetter. Krum gets snitch. Oh, we're going to add a fake wand

Percy said discontentedly, "you don't want to show Mr. bagmond that kind of rubbish."

But bagmond didn't think the wand was rubbish at all. Instead, when he saw the wand from Fred, his boyish face glowed with excitement, and when the wand honked and turned into a rubber chicken, bagmond croaked with joy.

"Wonderful! I've never seen such a thing in years! I'm willing to offer five kingarons to buy it! "

Percy was stunned to see this.

"Children," Mr. Weasley whispered, "I don't want you to gamble, that's all your savings Your mother... "

"Don't spoil the party, Arthur!" Ruth bagmon protested, rattling his pockets excitedly. "They've grown up and know what they need! Do you think Ireland will win, but will Krum win the snitch? No chance, kids, no chance I'll add five sailboat coins to buy that lovely wand. We can... "

Mr. Weasley looked at bagmond in disappointment.

Bagmon took out a notebook and a quill and jotted down the names of the twins.

"Come on Said George, taking the roll of parchment bagmon had handed him and tucking it into the front of his robe.

"I hope you can get your property." Van Lin whispered to the twins.

"What do you mean?" George said.

"It doesn't mean much." Van Lin smiles and shakes his head. In memory, Fred and George won the bet, but bagmon never gave the brothers what they deserved.

"What do you know?" Fred caught van reen's neck in a flash.

Van Lin smiles and shakes his head, like a full mouth mother * * but I just don't tell you the same.

"If you..."

"Hey, little wizard, would you like to have some pleasant bets?" Bagmon said that a wizard who can play well with the Weasleys will not be too bad.

"Ruth, van Lin is still young." Mr. Weasley said seriously, "you can't..."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Weasley." "If Mr. bagmon wanted to, I'd be happy to bring out a portion of the kingaron," said Fanlin

"Fanlin..." Hermione looks at Van Lin incomprehensibly. She doesn't understand why van Lin is interested in this Quidditch game.

"All right, son, how much do you want to pay for that?" Bagmon said.

"After all, it's just a game," Van Lin said. "But we have to show some respect, so how about 200 gold garonnes?"

"Two hundred?" Bagmond's eyes brightened. "Of course, no problem."

Bagmon was a little excited. He didn't expect that the kid in front of him could take out so many gold coins to bet with him.

"Well, I'm curious about your list of famous people. I think like-minded witches should always get to know each other Can you show me

Fanlin said lightly, in terms of his age, this is very confusing, at least for now.

"Of course Bagmond happily handed it over!

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