"Nasty guy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Ron muttered.

Harry nodded approvingly, and Evan tugged at Sirius' sleeve.

Seeing Malfoy was really emotional, but luckily Lucius Malfoy wasn't here, otherwise it would have been worse.

Not far from the Malfoys' camp is a dark green tent that has been set up and covered a large area.

The tent is very imposing, with a lot of striped silk, like a small palace.

The conical spire rises into the sky and is adorned with a dark gold Black family ornament.

A shield of a mountain symbol, two five-pointed stars, and a short sword, flanked by two leaping greyhounds.

Below, is the ornate, glittering golden text: The noble and oldest Black family is forever pure.

The tent stands out from all the tents around it and is imbued with the luxury of the Black family.

But given the current state of affairs of the Black family, there is no doubt that the tent and the sentence above it are full of irony.

You know, apart from Sirius, there is no one else in the noble and immortal Black family.

Sirius, on the other hand, was removed from the family tree by her mother and was a traitor to the pure-blood family, just like the Weasleys.

"This is my parents' tent, I didn't expect it to be ......," Sirius said, looking at the tent with a complicated expression.

He bent down and slipped inside, followed by Aven, Harry, and Ron.

Evan and Harry looked at the inside of the tent in amazement, as if they were back at 12 Grimmauld Place.

The area is slightly smaller, but the general pattern is the same.

The surface of everything here is brand new, though, and not as tattered as 12 Grimmauld Place.

In the hallway facing the foyer, copper pots and plates were rubbed with a rosy sheen, and the wooden table tops were polished.

Silver cups and saucers were already on it, sparkling in the warm glow of the fire.

On the side is the dining room and bathroom, not the frightening portrait of Mrs. Black, but a landscape painting.

Everything is extra warm.

The brown-black staircase, with its thick floors, extends upwards and is about three stories high.

The top is full of bedrooms, and like the outside, the space gets narrower the further up, but the decoration is very stylish.

It's hard to imagine that this is a tent and not a holiday villa of some aristocratic family.

Even if everyone comes in, they will live here, and the environment is even much better than that of the Burrow.

"Young Master, you're back!" a low, hoarse voice suddenly sounded, like the cry of a bullfrog.

Kreacher, the house-elf, came running, dressed in clean clothes, and the hair in his ears was as white and fluffy as cotton wool.

After Regulus's shabby funeral, Aven never saw old Kreacher again.

Sirius had him live in the Hogwarts kitchens for a while, and Evan had instructed Dobby to take care of him.

But he apparently couldn't let go of the empty and somewhat frightening old house of the Black family, and soon Kreacher was back there, and without Sirius's call, he would hardly come out or make contact with anyone else in the outside world.

Now that he sees it, Evan realizes that Kreacher has changed so much.

I have the impression that Kreacher is always crazy, and it is impossible to expect him to work and serve.

He spent his days guarding the inheritance of the Black family's old mansion, carrying out the messy orders of Mrs. Black's portraits.

The house-elf's biggest dream is to cut off his head and nail it to the wall.

"Young Master Sirius, Young Master Harry, Young Master Aven, and this young master, please take off your shoes!" Kreacher said, "Knowing that the young master is coming, old Kreacher is preparing breakfast, does the host prefer a delicious stew or a syrup fruit tart?"

He bowed deeply, staring at the big, somewhat frightening yellow eyes, and looked at Evan enthusiastically.

After helping him retrieve Regulus's body for burial, Kreacher Sr.'s attitude towards Evan improved significantly.

Before, not to mention actively speaking, he always cursed non-stop at Muggle-born and half-blood wizards.

"Oh my God, here!" Ron said in surprise, looking around, "I've never seen a tent like this, and this house-elf ......"

"His name is Kreacher, and he's been in the service of the Black family for generations!" said Harry, a little uncomfortable.

He remembered how bad Kreacher had been before, and now it was like a house-elf.

"Young Master, do you need some coffee and hot rolls?" continued Kreacher, "Old Kreacher has prepared all the bedrooms upstairs, and the masters can go up and rest for a while." ”

"No, Kreacher!" Sirius commanded, "Pack up, we're going to change places." ”

"Change places?!" Kreacher said suspiciously, "Young Master, this place is very good! Miss Narcissa lives next door, and she has just come to visit Kreacher with Master Malfoy, and as before, she is still so kind, so kind, and treats ......"

"Shut up, give you a minute, and get everything done!" Sirius shouted.

Hearing that Narcissa had been here, his face was extremely gloomy.

After about twenty minutes, Evan and the others laboriously moved the tent back to the camping site Mr. Weasley had booked.

Kreacher followed, muttering something in a whisper, looking particularly aggrieved.

It seems that it is impossible to make this master and servant really get along harmoniously.

Next to the camp, Mr. Weasley, they had set up a crooked tent.

"You're back, let me see, this tent is really big, and luckily we have enough space here. Mr. Weasley said, "Let's build it quickly, and then we'll need time to cook." ”

Even with the use of magic or the use of Kreacher's hands, it may only take a minute to set up the tent.

But Mr. Weasley insisted that everyone do it themselves, in Muggle fashion.

Evan was sure that if Muggles could use magic, they wouldn't have to work so hard.

Sirius's tent was large and more complex, and by the time everyone was done, it was almost noon.

During this time, they saw many familiar faces, their classmates and family at Hogwarts.

Because they are on the way, if you want to go to the Quidditch World Cup final venue, you have to go through them.

In the midst of this, Evan and the others saw Oliver Wood.

He is the former captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team and has just graduated from Hogwarts.

He excitedly told everyone that he had just signed as a substitute for Pudmere United.

For Wood, it was a success, as Gryffindor House won the Quidditch House Cup last semester thanks to Harry's outstanding expression.

It was the first win in more than a decade, having previously been won by Slytherin.

The feat gave Wood a lot of points and allowed him to make it to Pudmere United. (To be continued.) )