The Quidditch World Cup is a huge national event, with a large number of Quidditch enthusiasts from all over the world gathering whenever the tournament takes place.

Therefore, the location of the event is particularly particular.

First of all, Quidditch is an outdoor sport, so the Stretch Charm Without a Trace is useful. So, the place should be big enough because it needs to accommodate a large number of guests.

Secondly, it was not just a stadium, it also needed a campsite where spectators could pitch their tents for the night.

After all, there's no telling how long a match will last – theoretically, the match will continue until the Seekers on both sides catch the Golden Snitch.

According to records, the longest game lasted for three months!

Finally, the place had to have a Muggle Expulsion Charm to ensure that it was not seen by Muggles who were passing by. Such a large field requires a lot of manpower to maintain.

Needless to say, wizards who have always been undisciplined can easily become messy when they get together.

Mr. Weasley walked forward with the children, looking for exactly where the tent he had booked was.

They laboriously walked over the misty camp, passing between 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.

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

Harry thought to himself, no wonder the Muggle who sold the ticket just now was suspicious!

Yes, because the Prime Minister and the Ministry of Magic have a long-standing relationship, Muggle leaders will always find some reason to send someone to watch at such a large event. Even if they don't remember anything when they go back.

"He's giving me a lot of trouble. In order to keep him happy, he had to recite the Forgetting Mantra a dozen times a day. "Before, a wizard in bloomers with an exhausted face said so.

In the center of the camp, several tents stand out.

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

And the most important thing to look at was a super tent that was several times larger than the largest tent - Harry, lo and behold, it couldn't be called a tent anymore.

"Whose house is that...... Uh-huh......" Harry couldn't help but say, "Should I call it 'The Tent'?" ”

"Oh...... Yes, that location I remember...... It seems to be a family from France. Mr. Weasley thought for a moment and said, "Looks magnificent, doesn't it?" ”

"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "and when you get together, you can't help but want to show off...... Ah, here it is, and voila! This is our place! ”

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, where there was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read three words: Weedley.

The people at the Ministry of Magic even misspelled their names, and it seems that this place is really busy.

"This place couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily, "The field is on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't be closer." He pulled his backpack off his shoulders.

"Alright," he said excitedly, "strictly speaking, no magic, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We're going to put up our tents with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult...... Muggles are like that...... By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start......"

Compared to the big families, Mr. Weasley was on his own. But it has to be said that the poor also have the pleasures of the poor, which those noble families cannot experience.

For example, in a luxurious tent, the Malfoy family is sitting leisurely on their chairs enjoying the fragrant tea after breakfast.

"Dad, I want to ...... Can I go out and about? Draco didn't want to off his father, as he had been weird lately, and his temper was worse than before.

"Can't!" Lucius glanced at his son and said in an accentuated tone, "Stay in the tent for me honestly, and don't go anywhere until the game starts!" ”

With that, Lucius subconsciously looked outside the tent, although there was nothing worthy of his attention except for the constant crowd of people coming and going.

The Dark Lord is back, and he's really back! But since the last time old Avery came to his house out of the blue, his heart had been hanging in the air.

Yes, he had lost the journal Voldemort had given him - even though he had intended to get rid of it, who knew that someone had found out about it and had old Avery serve as a microphone to warn him!

It's terrible!

Some time ago, the black mark on his arm suddenly jumped - it was clear that his old master had quietly returned!

Soon after, a man in a cloak suddenly came to his bedside. The feeling of uneasiness immediately woke him from his unsettling sleep......

"Who are you?"

Lucius, who had forced himself to compose, stared at the other man's hood, but almost frightened him - in it, he could see nothing, except that darkness was darkness, and there was a black aura swirling out of it.

It was even more terrifying than facing a Dementor head-on.

Lucius Malfoy...... Are you still a Death Eater prostrate at your master's feet? The man asked in a stiff tone.

Lucius immediately understood that this was the Dark Lord's servant!

"Of course! I, Lucius Malfoy, will always be loyal to the Dark Lord! ”

"Then prove it with deeds." The man threw an envelope out of his long sleeve, and Lucius caught it.

Then, the strange man suddenly turned into a cloud of black gas, flew out of the window, and soon disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, the thought of what he was going to do next made Lucius's heart suddenly troubled. He stood up and paced back and forth in the tent with a tangled look on his face.

But he didn't know it at this time, and it wasn't like he couldn't get on it if he didn't want to.

……

While Lucius was still torn between interest and fear, Harry had set up their tents, and the boys quickly took a look at the girls' tents, and found them only slightly smaller than the boys, but they didn't want them to smell like a cat.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna then carried the kettle and saucepan through the increasingly crowded camp to fetch water from the "faucet" mark on the map.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist had gradually lifted, and they saw tents on all sides, and they could not see the end of it.

A few people slowly walked through the tents, looking around with interest. Harry realized that there were so many witches and wizards in the world, and he had never seriously thought about what wizards in other countries were like!

On the field, the campers who arrived last night gradually woke up.

The first to get up were families with small children, and Harry had never seen a wizard of this young age - a boy of about two years old crouched outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, wand in hand, happily stabbing a slug in the grass.

With each poke of the little boy, the slugs swelled in a circle and soon swelled into a large sausage. When they walked up to him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You are not allowed—to touch again—your father's—wand—ouch! ”

She stepped on the huge slug, and the slug exploded with a snap.

"Oh my!" Ron groaned with a frown.

Everyone thought that the scene was a bit disgusting.

But Luna just shook her head and said, "Hmm...... It's good not a Flober caterpillar...... Otherwise, it will be a disaster. ”

They had gone far enough to hear her shouting in the silent air, mixed with the little boy's cry - "You have trampled the worms!" You've trampled the bugs up! ”

After walking some way, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet gently skimming the dew-stained grass.

A wizard working in the ministry had already seen them, and as he hurried past Harry and them, he muttered in annoyance, "It's in broad daylight! My parents are probably still sleeping—"

Every now and then they could see an adult wizard emerge from their tent and start making breakfast. Some 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.

On the other side, three African male wizards sat and talked solemnly, all dressed in long white robes, roasting something like a hare over 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.

Later, as he passed some tents, there were sounds of conversation, all strange-sounding language—he couldn't understand a word.

But today, here, everyone's voice is so excited!

At this moment, just over the cloudy North Sea, more than a dozen wizards riding brooms and dressed in rags were speeding forward against the waves; Not far in front of them, a young man sat on the back of a hippony-winged beast, and an owl spread its wings and flew beside him.

On the sea behind them, long trails of air currents gradually spread......