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He shares Sirius' view that the camping environment is secondary, and the most important thing is to have everyone together.

He was still thinking about the reasoning he had just come up with, and he was eager to finish cracking the Book of Abraham as soon as possible.

Everyone's interest was high, and everyone laughed and walked through the deserted swamp, barely visible in the thick fog.

After walking forward for about twenty minutes, a door appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.

Behind the stone huts, there are hundreds of tents of strange shapes.

They went up the gentle slope of a large field that jutted out into a dark forest on the horizon.

There was a man standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents.

Judging by his expression, he was probably the only true Muggle in this vast area.

That's what I just said, Mr. Roberts, the caretaker of this site.

As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.

Mr. Weasley walked over to talk to him about renting a tent, and Harry hurried along.

Because Mr. Weasley couldn't tell Muggle money, he struggled to find it in a large roll of bills.

And he also called the pound a colorful little piece of paper, which aroused the suspicion of the Muggle on the other side.

"It's strange that you're not the only one who can't figure out the money," he said in a low voice, looking carefully at Mr. Weasley and Harry standing behind him, "Just ten minutes ago, two men were going to pay me a bunch of big gold coins. ”

Mr. Weasley didn't speak, looking at him uneasily.

"There have never been so many people!" He wondered, his eyes once again looking at the foggy camp, "There has never been such a crowd of colleagues here, hundreds of people have booked tents, and people keep coming......"

Judging by his tone, it looks like the beginning of some horror movie.

Perhaps for him, this incident is indeed very terrifying.

A place that I am familiar with, for no reason, there are strange and strange people who keep pouring in, and my memories are constantly reset.

"That's weird, isn't it?!" he continued, "look, since a few days ago, people have come from everywhere. Countless foreigners, not just foreigners, but many weirdos. I just saw a guy walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape, which is obviously not normal. ”

Mr. Weasley's uneasy expression became more apparent, and he was already touching his wand.

"I have a feeling that they all know each other, like a party!" he said in a low voice, "...... here."

At this moment, a wizard in bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed by the door of the stone house.

"Forget it!" he snapped as he pointed his wand at the Muggle.

Suddenly, his eyes drifted and his brow loosened.

His face was in a trance, indifferent to anything, as his memories were when they were altered.

"I'll give you a floor plan of the camp. He calmly said to Mr. Weasley, "And the change I've got for you." ”

"Thank you very much. Mr. Weasley said.

Several people entered the camp, accompanied by wizards in bloomers.

He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven, his iron was blue, and there were blue-purple shadows under his eyes.

"Awful, Arthur!" he muttered, "that Muggle has caused me a lot of trouble, and has to recite the Oblivion Charm dozens of times a day to keep him in a good mood." On top of that, a whole bunch of uneasy wizards and troubles await me. ”

"Are you alone?!" Mr. Weasley said in surprise, "what about the others?!"

"Don't mention it, Ludo Bagman will only do you a favor. It was supposed to be their department's business, but he would just walk around and talk about Bludger and Quaffle in a loud voice, completely ignoring Muggles and staying safe. He sighed heavily, "Oh my God, I wish this was over sooner, it was torture." See you later, Arthur!"

After he finished speaking, he disappeared from the same place apparition appear!

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the director of the Department of Magical Sports. Ginny was taken aback and said, "He should know you can't talk about Bludgers around Muggles, can he?"

"Yes, dear!" said Mr. Weasley with a smile, "Ludo has always been a bit sloppy about security, but you can't find a more passionate person to lead the athletic division." You know, he used to play Quidditch for Great Britain, and he was the best batsman ever for the Wimbourne Hornets. ”

In the wizarding world, Ludo Bagman is a very well-known and popular person.

However, hearing Mr. Weasley's words, Sirius sneered.

"Watch out for this man, Aven!" he leaned over and whispered, "Bagman's past is not as glorious as it was rumored, having been accused of providing classified information to the Death Eaters. But, admittedly, he was a complete idiot, and I doubt he knew what he was doing, but be careful. ”

Evan nodded, Sirius's guess was correct, Ludo Bagman was a real idiot.

Listening to Mr. Weasley's introduction to Bagman, everyone struggled to walk up the misty camp.

They passed between two long rows of tents, and as far as the eye could see, most of them looked unremarkable.

Apparently, their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible.

However, some of them accidentally overdo it, and add chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes to make it indecent.

Occasionally, there are a few tents, and at a glance you can tell that they are magical.

For example, in the middle of the camp, there is a tent that stands out.

It was so extravagant that it resembled a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied to it at the entrance.

Moving on, they saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers beside it.

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

"It's always like that, and some people can't help but want to show it off. Sirius said, "When you enter the innermost part of the camp belonging to the pure-blood wizard family, you will discover what true luxury is. ”

Judging by his expression, he was clearly disgusted by this, as if he remembered some unpleasant experience.

Looking at Harry and Ron, it seemed that they wanted to go over and see it.

They were curious about the tents Sirius was talking about.

But the thought of the possibility of meeting Malfoy there, watching him show off his family's fancy tent and laugh at them, made everyone lose interest. (To be continued.) )