Augustus looked at the sky and turned to Weasley, "It should be almost time, right?" ”

Weasley looked at his pocket watch, "Do you know who we're waiting for, Amos?" ”

"No, the Lovegoods arrived there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory, "and there's no one else in the area, is there?" ”

"Looks like it's just us." Arthur nodded, "Okay, there's still a minute...... We should all be in place......"

He turned to look at Harry and Hermione, "All you have to do is touch the portkey, that's it, just stick out a finger-"

Augustus followed the crowd around the old boots, and everyone stood in a row, tightly in a circle, all with their hands on the boots, and Weasley looked at his pocket watch and whispered, "Three, two, one." ”

A huge suction erupted from their boots, and everyone lifted their feet off the ground as if in a whirlpool, and they flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything in front of them. The boots are like a magnetic force, firmly absorbing everyone, constantly pulling outward, the next moment.

His feet fell to the ground, and everyone except Augustus, Arthur, and Amos fell together.

"Five and seven o'clock, from Weasel Mountain." Just one voice spoke.

This portkey is quite interesting, a smile appeared on the corner of Augustus's mouth, but it was more convenient to teleport the array, after all, the way was more gentle.

Turning their heads to look around, the place they had come to resembled a large, desolate, misty swamp. In front of them, stood two weary and gloomy sorcerers, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both dressed as Muggles, but they were too unprofessional: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit on top and a pair of thigh-length rubber galoshes underneath; His colleague wore the kind of pleated skirt and a South American cape that Scottish Highland men wear.

It seems that this is supposed to be the recorder in charge of counting the portkey waypoints, but the effect of these people pretending to be Muggles is really a bit poor, and if such a dress is placed in the Muggle world, it can be described as weird, and the style of these wizards is indeed puzzling.

"Hello, Monsieur Augustus," said Basil wearily, "I have been waiting for you here for a long time, and Miss Lillian has booked you a tent in the area of the first camp in advance, and if there is nothing wrong with you, you will only need to go all the way north and turn another corner to reach your destination." ”

Augustus nodded politely to the person in charge, it seemed that Lilian had already estimated that he was going to fly from the portkey of Stoat Mountain, and actually greeted the person in charge in advance, so it was much more convenient.

After saying goodbye to the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione, Augustus began to walk due north, through the deserted swamp, for about twenty minutes, during which time he turned around, and gradually a door appeared in front of him, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone huts, hundreds of oddly shaped tents descended the gentle slope of a large field that jutted out into a dark forest on the horizon.

There was a man with a serious look standing at the door, and Augustus had noticed that this man was supposed to be a Muggle, and not surprisingly, he was supposed to be the administrator of the battalion area.

"Good morning, is this the first camp area?" Augustus had an inquiring look in his eyes.

He looked at Augustus for a moment, then replied in a measured manner, "Of course, I am the head of this area. Slark"

Augustus continued, "Is there a tent booked in my name, Augustus?" ”

Slark looked carefully at the form hanging on the wall, nodded and said, "Well, it was booked the day before yesterday, just in the woods over there, and the deposit has been paid, you can use it directly." ”

"Thank you." Augustus thanked him and headed in the direction Slark had pointed.

Walk all the way through two long rows of tents. Most of the tents didn't look special, and it was clear that their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents, but some had accidentally overdone it and added chimneys, bellstrings, or weather vanes to make it undescript. However, there are occasionally a few tents, and at a glance it is clear that the Tao is magical.

Probably at the place, a particularly conspicuous tent came into view, it was very extravagant with a large amount of striped silk, almost like a small palace, and there were a few live peacocks tethered to the entrance.

"Hey, Mr. Augustus, here." Unsurprisingly, a platinum-blond haired boy appeared at the door of the tent, and he waved excitedly at Augustus.

I know that if you can raise a peacock at the door of the tent, who else can do it except Malfoy.

Before Augustus could respond, a tent in the shape of a four-story building and several corner towers walked out of a tent with crimson eyes, and Lilian said good morning to Augustus with a smile in her eyes.

The two walked up to Augustus, and Lilian enthusiastically introduced Augustus to his tent, and on the right behind Malfoy and Lilian's tent, there was a tent with a garden in front of the door, in which the sundial and fountain were placed, and it looked quite good, and there was a small sign on the ground that read: Augustus.

Walking into the tent, the outside looks like a small space, and the inside is a floating loft in the sky, and a staircase extends directly from the outside of the attic, like the Gothic style, and the exterior of the building looks interesting.

Huge blocks of color cut from the ridge to the grass in the garden outside, the floor-to-ceiling windows in the house were in brilliant colors, the five-colored glossy openwork screen doors, and the irregular water trails on the terrace reflected the warm sunlight. The cloister is covered with ivy, and greenery fills the entire layout.

"Overall, it's pretty good." Augustus looked around casually, quite satisfied.

"I visited the tent, taking advantage of the good weather, I'll take you outside again, there should be a lot of acquaintances around this camp area." Lilian invited, Augustus nodded, and Malfoy reluctantly followed the two to continue making soy sauce.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist had gradually dispersed, the sun was spreading warmly, the color of the leaves was darker, the sky was blue and wet, and the light and shadow of Ban Pa were cast on the slender figure of Augustus, as if gilded with a brilliant golden glow.