v4 Chapter 14： 1st Battalion

"At five thirty, from the Greenery Manor." He heard only one voice.

The Dartmoor Wilderness is a large, desolate, misty marshland.

In front of them, stood two weary and gloomy wizards. One of them was holding a large gold watch and the other was holding a thick roll of parchment and a quill pen.

Both were dressed up like Muggles, but they were too bad: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit on top, but a pair of thigh-length rubber overshoes underneath; his colleague wore a Scottish Highlander That kind of pleated skirt and a South American cloak.

"Good morning, Basil," Gareth said, and he handed the key to the wizard in the pleated skirt. The man threw it into a large box next to him, which contained used door keys, such as old newspapers, empty cans, and riddled footballs.

"Hello, Mr. Greengrass," Basil said wearily, "I'm sorry, we are a little tired, we have been here since last night, and only a quarter of an hour ago took in a large group of people from the Black Forest in Germany. ...Let me find out where your camp is..." He searched on the parchment list. "Oh, you are in the first camp. Just walk past here. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts."

"Thank you, Basil." Gareth said, and he beckoned everyone to follow him.

Although Greengrass is low-key, he still needs to show his identity outside, so Gareth's planned camp is in the first camp-the location is the best, the closest to the game venue, and the neighborhood is full of pure-blood wizard families and noble identities. wizard. If you guessed it right, Lucius should also book the Malfoy family camp in that district.

According to Schelling’s memory of the original work, the Wesleys were also in the first camp, not because of their arrogance, but because Arthur helped Odo Bagman, the younger brother of Ludovic Bagman, the director of the Sports Department. Get rid of some legal troubles, so Ludovich gave Arthur the best ticket as a thank you.

Everyone was in high spirits. Everyone laughed and walked through the deserted swamp. There was almost nothing to see in the dense fog. After walking forward for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of him, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house, there were thousands of strange-shaped tents.

They followed the gentle **** of a large field, which stretched out to a dark wood on the horizon. A man stood at the door, looking at the tents.

Judging from his expression, he may be the only real Muggle in this large area. He is the manager of this venue, Mr. Roberts. As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.

Butler Mogaton walked over and talked to him about renting a tent.

Morgadon couldn't tell the Muggle money. He searched through a large roll of bills, which provoked Roberts' suspicion. Xie Lin hurried forward to help Mr. Terry solve this problem, which aroused everyone's suspicion. It is undoubtedly a strange thing that the young master of the pure-blood family knows how to distinguish Muggle bills.

Several people walked through the entrance of the venue, and a wizard appointed by the Ministry of Magic to be responsible for the reception accompanied them to their camp location. He looked very tired, the beard on his chin was not shaved, his eyes were green, and there was also a purple shade under his eyes.

The wizard obviously knew Gareth and Mogaton, and kept complaining about the irritating workload that has been weighing on him in recent days.

"It's terrible, Gareth!" He kept muttering, "That Muggle caused me a lot of trouble. In order to keep him in a good mood, he had to recite the Forgetting Curse dozens of times a day. In addition, A lot of unconscious wizards and troubles are waiting for me."

"Are you alone?!" Gareth said in surprise, "What about the others?!"

"Don't mention it, Ludo Bagman will only be a disservice. This was originally a business in their department, but he would only walk around, talking loudly about roaming **** and ghost flying balls, completely disregarding to beware of Muggles. , To ensure safety." He sighed heavily, "Oh my God, I really wish it all ended soon, this is simply a torture. See you later, Gareth!" After he finished speaking, he Miraged from the spot. Visibility disappeared.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the director of the Sports Department." Astoria said in surprise, "He should know that you can't talk about walking around Muggles, right?"

"Yes, dear!" Gareth said with a smile, "Ludo has always been sloppy about safety issues, but you can't find a more passionate person to lead the Sports Department. You I know that he used to play Quidditch on behalf of the United Kingdom. He is the best batsman in the history of the Wimborne Hornets."

In the magic world, Ludovich Bagman is a very famous person and very popular.

However, upon hearing Gareth's words, Mogaton, who has always been taciturn, sneered, "Bagman's past is not as glorious as the rumors. He was once accused of providing confidential information for the Death Eaters. However, he is undeniable. He was a complete idiot, and I doubt that he knew what he was doing at the time."

Schelling nodded. According to the description in the original book, Ludovic Bagman is indeed a real idiot.

They passed between two long rows of tents, and when they looked around, most of the tents looked nothing special. Obviously, their owners took pains to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible. However, some accidentally overworked them and added chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes superfluously, making them nondescript.

Occasionally, there are so many tents, and you can see that they were magical.

For example, in the middle of the camp, there is a tent that stands out. It is very extravagantly used a lot of striped silk, it looks like a small palace, there are a few pure white peacocks tied to the entrance, there is a garden in front of the door, there is a bird bath, sundial, fountain and so on. . Xie Lin sighed that this style can't be wrong-it is the Malfoy family, or it is so luxurious, high-profile, aggressive, and domineering.

Gareth looked at Schelling several times with a smile but didn't comment, and went on to their camp.

Not far from the Malfoy’s camp, there is a dark green tent erected on a large area.

The tent is very simple and simple, with a conical spire soaring into the sky, embroidered with dark gold Greengrass family decorations. Although it looks magnificent, it doesn't appear obtrusive. The entire tent does not have any fancy stuff. It is no different from a Muggle dome tent, but it is very large.

Xie Lin followed everyone into the tent, and couldn't help but be amazed at the space and furnishings inside. In the corridor facing the hall, copper pots and other copper kitchen utensils shone with a rose color. The wooden table top is also polished shiny. Silver cups and saucers were already placed on it, shining under the warm fire. On the side are the dining room and bathroom, and a landscape painting is hung on the wall. Everything is extraordinarily warm.

The brown-black staircase with thickly paved stalls stretches upward and is about three stories high. The upper part is full of bedrooms, just like the outside, the space becomes narrower as you go up, but the decoration is very stylish.

Unimaginable, this is actually a tent, not a holiday villa for a noble family.

Two house elves, Tiva and Dino, heard the sound, rushed out to greet them, and used magic to send everyone’s luggage to their respective rooms. After a few people had the breakfast prepared by the house elves, Gareth and Morgadon planned to visit the family tents they had met on weekdays one by one to conduct social activities that could promote the relationship.

At the request of the curious Astoria, Schelling and the girls had nothing to do, so they decided to walk around the camp to get some experience.

Near this camp are families of pure blood wizards and noble wizard families.

There is a tall tent built into the shape of a castle, and there are several turrets erected next to it. The most noticeable thing is that this tent exudes a very charming fragrance, people can't help but stop and do not want to leave.

Schelling recognized the boy at the door-it was Blaise Chabini. Beside him stood a beautiful woman.

That is his mother, Mrs. Shabini. Mrs. Shabini is not a simple person. She has been married seven times. Every husband died strangely and left a large inheritance to her.

Mrs. Shabini is indeed very beautiful, with big wavy blond hair, impeccable exquisite features, plump and slender perfect body, and the most unforgettable thing is that she has a special temperament that combines grace, nobility and enchantment. With a smile, she is charming, and her every move is full of charming charm.

Schelling has seen many beautiful women, not counting the ones he saw on TV and magazines in his previous life. In this life, his mother Narcissa, the sister Gulana whom he met not long ago, and the blood-sucking prince Elizabeth. Batori are all great beauties, but none of them can give Schelling the same visual impact.

Schelling involuntarily came up with a word-"FemmeFatale". This French represents the meaning of deadly girl, that is, a beautiful woman with deadly attraction, which can make men often indulge in this dangerous and charming attraction, unable to extricate themselves. Other beauties may make people happy or pity, but fatal girls often only make people addicted and remind people of something indescribable.

"Hi, Schelling!" Blaise walked over with his mother and said hello to Schelling.

When he was in close contact with Mrs. Sabine, a fragrant breeze rushed over his face. Sherrington felt that his lips were dry and his heartbeat accelerated. He performed Occlumency, suppressed the beautiful thoughts in his heart, and his eyes returned. Become clear.

"Brace, are these your friends? Don't you introduce them to your mother?" Madame Shabini's eyes flowed in her eye-catching eyes. After staying on Schelling for a few seconds, she saw Schelling's. The expression in his eyes was calm and unchanging, his manners were calm, he couldn't help raising his red lips slightly, this is a very interesting young man!

Schelling looked directly at Mrs. Shabini’s eyes and introduced herself very naturally: "Auntie, hello, I am Schelling of the Malfoy family. These two are Daphne and Astoria of the Greengrass family. This is Meredith of the Shafik family."

"I know your name, Schelling, the youngest Sir Merlin... It's really outstanding. It's so happy for Brace to have a friend like you. I can come to my aunt's house if I have the opportunity to play more..." Mrs. Shabini’s attitude was a bit too enthusiastic, and Schelling, who had taken everything into his eyes through the glimpse of Amaterasu, thought secretly in his heart, but his face was calm, and he agreed to Madam Shabini. Invitation.

After 　　, Schelling visited the Malfoy family camp with the three girls.

There is only Narcissa in the tent, and she is leisurely directing Lele to make various decorations and furnishings inside the tent.

Although Schelling knows that this tent is only used for one day, others don’t know how long this match will last. The last semi-final was five days and five nights! So in Narcissa's opinion, it is necessary to make the inside of the tent extremely comfortable.

When Narcissa saw her son come to see herself sensibly, and had been separated from him for a week, she was a little missed, and happily gave Schelling a big hug For the three girls who came together, Naxisha also They received them very warmly and expressed their liking for them both overtly and secretly, which made the three girls blushing with embarrassment.

"Mother, why don't you see your father and brother?" Xie Lin asked.

"Your father donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital not long ago, and he is dining with a few senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge is also there. As for Draco, he went out early and he said he was Go to Gore and Crabbe, I don’t know if it’s true... his kid, who has been mysterious all summer vacation, must have had a girlfriend..."

Shelin Khan Khan.

Then, they saw several tents of acquaintance families in the first camp: the park of the Parkinson family, the camp of the Burst family, the camp of the Runcorn family, the camp of the Knott family...

Xie Lin, several classmates, and the parents of the classmates all greeted each other politely.

I finally saw Old Nott.

Old Nott is an unsmiling old man, he is more than sixty years old, but his eyes are still sharp.

Schelling thanked him for the two gifts he received at the end of the last semester, and exchanged alchemy with Old Knot on an equal footing. Rao could not help but raise his brows slightly for Schelling's alchemy attainments in the state of old Knott's mind.

How old is this young man, his alchemy is almost the same as his own. After this exchange, although Schelling has benefited a lot, Old Knott has also gained a lot from it. Old Nott believes that even if the old Bock from another big alchemy family communicates with him, it may not be able to have such an effect.

He sighed in his heart. In his opinion, if his son Theodore wants to inherit the family business and continue to monopolize the British alchemy industry, it is not easy!