It was just as dark, and when they came out of the middle of the camp, many of the tents had arisen from their slumber, and most of the wizards had begun to get up their breakfast, and some of them looked around sneakily and lit the fire with their wands; Some were striking matches, with skeptical expressions on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

Along the path, two little wizards flew low on two toy broomsticks, their feet gently skimming the dew-stained grass. A wizard working in the ministry had already seen them, and he hurried past and muttered in disappointment, "It's in broad daylight!" My parents probably slept in—"

"This broomstick is said to be the original version of the comet, and when the broomstick was not invented very early, I heard that all vehicles used flying carpets." Malfoy had a nostalgic look in his eyes, as if he remembered his childhood.

"Well, isn't the flying carpet banned now, in fact, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to do this, it is inevitable that the flying broomstick will replace the flying carpet, and adding a ban is completely redundant." Augustus chuckled as he watched the two little witches fly around unabashedly.

Walking across the field, three African wizards sat and talked solemnly, all dressed in long white robes, roasting something like a hare on a purple fire. Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat chatting and laughing, and a gleaming banner hung high between their tents: Salem Wizarding Academy. There were whispers of conversation from the tents they passed, all in strange languages, but everyone spoke excitedly.

"It is said that the wizarding academy education in the United States is very advanced, and the schools are all managed by free-range, but in terms of overall strength, it should still be inferior to Hogwarts. Lilian flirted her bangs in boredom, her voice crisp.

Augustus heard the Triwizard Tournament, and a trace of interest flashed in his silver pupils, "I heard that Hogwarts will be the organizer of the Triwizard Tournament this semester, and the two houses Beauxbatons and Durmstrang are also two houses, I don't know if there are any students with outstanding strength." ”

"Hawkers, if you go to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, I guess those two houses will have no drama, I heard that when the Dark Lord was in school, the players of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were really hit hard." Malfoy had a nostril-facing expression, as if he was rather disdainful of the other two academies in Europe.

"If it is the Triwizard Contest held this year, Mr. Augustus probably won't be able to participate, and his age doesn't seem to be enough to sign up." Lillian remembered the age limit and spoke.

Malfoy sneered, "What age limit, it's just an age line, with Mr. Augustus's magical attainments, how can a line with an age limit stop him." ”

The three of them walked all the way and suddenly walked into a sea of green.

Lillian looked at the surrounding tents and said rather coldly, "It seems that we have arrived in the support zone of the Irish team." ”

The place they had just entered, all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, and it looked like countless strange green hills had emerged from the ground. In the tent with the curtain lifted, smiling faces could be seen. At that moment, they heard their names being called behind them.

"Mr. Augustus, Malfoy, Lillian."

Pansy's pale blue eyes were full of surprise, and when she met the three of them here, she seemed to have a feeling of being in a foreign country. She sat in front of a tent with a disc-like canopy, and next to her was a woman with long blond hair.

"This is my mother, by the way, are you from the middle of the camp?" Pansy asked curiously, "Rental space seems to be in high demand, and we're only a little late and we're already out of business." ”

Mrs. Parkinson looked so young that if it weren't for Pansy's introduction, she might have been mistaken for her sister, "Is this Mr. Augustus?" I'm familiar with your mother, I've heard that they went on a trip around the world? It's a shame that it's been a long time since we last met with your mother. She smiled gently at Augustus, with grace in her tone.

"Yes, she has mentioned you a lot at home, ma'am." Augustus politely replied, and after a few unnutritious conversations, the three of them said goodbye to Pansy and her mother and set off again.

After walking a short distance, they came to the area of the camp of Bulgarian supporters, where Bulgarian flags - white, green and red - fluttered in the breeze. The tents here are not covered with any vegetation, but each tent has the same poster with a very gloomy face and thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is frowning except for the blink.

"Tsk, isn't this Krum? Why is his avatar so popular, it seems that these Bulgarian brainless fans are really hopeless. Malfoy scoffed, as if he was not used to this swagger.

Noticing Augustus' quizzing gaze, Lillian explained, "Victor? Krum, Bulgaria's Seeker! Quite talented, now only eighteen years old, he has already participated in many World World Cup. ”

Coming out of the Bulgarian support zone, not far ahead, two men were arguing fiercely about something. One of them was already very old and wore a long printed pajamas. The other, apparently a wizard working in the ministry, was holding a pair of pinstriped trousers in his hand, and was so angry that he almost cried.

"You can do it, put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in clothes like this, that Muggle at the gate is already starting to suspect—"

"I bought these pants in a Muggle store," the old wizard said stubbornly, "and Muggles wear them." ”

"Muggle women only wear it, Archie, men don't wear it, men wear this." The wizard who worked in the ministry said, waving the pinstriped pants.

"I don't wear it," said old Archie angrily, "I'm willing to let a wholesome breeze blow on my ass, thank you." ”

A smile appeared on Augustus's face, Lilian held back so that he didn't laugh out loud, Malfoy couldn't laugh straight, there are strange things every year, this year is especially much, maybe this old man likes this cool feeling very much, it is really old and strong, and his body is very good, in fact, from another point of view, what he said is also a bit philosophical, after all, what he likes is the best.