"Roast the whole cow."

The calm and soft voice of Yu Meng Yu sounded in the tent, and a group of people suddenly rushed out of the house happily.

The freshly roasted whole beef continued to exude the aroma of the surrounding area, and from time to time the surrounding tent owners came to ask for two pieces, or to exchange some food.

However, a group of people politely refused the food handed by outsiders, with friends like twins by their side, a group of dogs and babies are extra vigilant about what outsiders give...

As the camp awoke, it was not uncommon for everyone to see familiar people, Hogwarts students or their families.

Maybe it's because Egger is too popular, or maybe it's because Egger is more talented, many people are moving closer to a group of people, intentionally or unintentionally.

"You know what? I just became a substitute for Pudmere United! Wood whispered to the crowd in a suppressed voice of excitement.

"Three minutes of silence for you, you're still a captain at Hogwarts," Fred exclaimed.

"yes, why don't you downgrade and come back? We can give you back the captain's position. George chimed in.

"I think you should go to the artillery team...", Ron muttered with some pity, "Their uniforms look a lot like our Gryffindor uniforms, orange ones..."

"Oh... Come on, the Artillery have only won the League Cup 21 times, compared to 22 for Pudemere! Wood rushed to maintain his new team.

"Look, give this guy a Quaffle, and he'll sell himself," Fred shrugged.

In the distance, Ernie McLagan waved in the direction of the group, and Egg waved to him, but his gaze passed over to Ernie and looked at Akihari not far behind him.

Qiu Zhang glanced at Egg, smiled embarrassedly, secretly beckoned to Egg, and hurriedly dragged his friend next to him away.

Hermione's face was a little dark... Aisha on the side laughed.

The light of the campfire shone on Egg, and he reached out and placed his hand lightly in front of the campfire, and Egg dodged Hermione's interrogating gaze like a good baby.

Not far away, a group of teenagers pointed at Egger, and from time to time there was a burst of laughter.

Egger smiled helplessly, it seemed that his horns and tail were still quite attractive...

"They're rude," Hermione frowned.

"Who are they?" Harry turned his head to look at Hermione.

"I don't know where the students are, after all, there are magic schools all over the world..."Egg shrugged, not paying attention to it.

Harry suddenly realized that the only foreign magic school he knew so far was Kunlun Hall, and when he knew that there were many foreign schools, he suddenly felt a little stupid...

Adolescent teenagers have a sense of insignificance and inferiority complex when they are really exposed to this wonderful world, and Harry is probably in this mood at this time.

Perhaps because the tent was so central, a group of people were always surrounded by officials from the Ministry of Magic, who greeted Egg and Mr. Weasley warmly every time they passed.

Greet Mr. Weasley because he's good, greet Iger because he's rich...

For example, the people from the Department of Magical Creatures Management and Control, Iger would send them a lot of gold gallons every year to ensure that he could raise anything he wanted, until he brought back four fire dragons from abroad...

The oil and water in this sector has become extraordinarily lucrative this summer...

Or maybe the people in the Auror Command couldn't be more familiar...

Not to mention the Wezengamot crowd...

Every year, Egger will give them a large sum of gold to ensure that no matter what happens in the future, they can be alone, of course, the devil's things are not so easy to take, if they dare to eat inside and outside in the future, Egger will not have a burden to kill them.

That's where money comes in, and Iger thinks he shouldn't be charged with bribery...

Mr. Weasley babbled on and on to introduce Harry and Hermione to the people in the Ministry, and Hermione listened attentively, and it seemed to her that these people might all be her subordinates in the future...

"It's strange, how can old Ludo look like he is not giving up, according to the usual he will definitely be the first to rush over." Arthur looked at Bagman trembling in pajamas in the distance.

Beside Egger, the twins smiled evilly, as if they had thought of something interesting.

A wizard suddenly appeared by the campfire in front of Egger, apparently startled by the fire.

The man was dressed in a spotless suit, tie, short black hair, a Japanese mustache, and shiny leather shoes.

"Mr. Crouch!" Percy stood up excitedly, looking out of breath, leaning over and bowing like a hunchback.

Iger doesn't like Percy's dog-legged appearance, it's instinctive upset to look at it, this guy has a bit of a lust for power, and he really doesn't look like the Weasleys.

Look at the other brothers of the Weasley family, although Bill is in Gringotts, but his private life is very exciting, not to mention Charlie, a dragon player...

The twins run a prank merchandise store, and as for Ron... In the future, it may become a figurine seller...

"Oh..."Crouch looked at Percy with some surprise, "Hello, Weatherby..."

"Poof!" the twins squirted out the tea with a laugh, and Percy's face flushed, pretending to be buried in the teapot.

Egger wasn't like the twins' wicked smiles, which he thought was rude.

So he just laughed out loud...

"Hahahahahaha~"

The demonic laughter was like a Lady Granger apparition appearing here...

Crouch didn't say much to Egger's group of young men, and hurriedly pulled Mr. Weasley to talk about the import of the magic carpet. Looks very busy.

As it turned out, he was very busy, and Iger had just heard that the Ministry of Magic had organized portkeys on five continents for the Quidditch World Cup...

What a project...

"Well, I'm going to meet the Bulgarians, and they're all a bunch of troubles, and of course, there's a bunch of troublesome things to follow, right, Mr. Morissus." Crouch said without a smile and walked away quickly.

"Huh? Oh..."Egger nodded perfunctorily with a piece of roast beef in his mouth.

"What activity?"

Crouch left under Percy's excited gaze, and as soon as they left, the twins couldn't wait to come up and stare at Egger with burning eyes.

"You'll find out soon." Mr. Weasley laughed.

"It's confidential, and you won't know until the ministry decides to make it public." Percy said solemnly, "Mr. Crouch and Iger are right not to leak secrets easily. ”

"Oh, alright, shut up, Weatherby—" Fred scoffed, Percy's face flushed again.

As the afternoon passed, a mood called excitement spread over the camp like a cloud that could be touched, and at dusk even the silent summer air seemed to tremble in anticipation, and when the night shrouded thousands of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last vestiges of people's disguise vanished, and the Ministry seemed to succumb to some inevitable drive to stop working against the people, allowing the obvious signs of magic to pop up everywhere.

"It's long overdue," said Charlie, relieved, "Dad, he's already struck six boxes of matches just to light a bonfire..."

As night fell, people began to march in the direction of the arena, and every few steps a phantom hawker descended from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts, filled with all kinds of strange knick-knacks.

The glowing rose-shaped badge - green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, Ron decisively bought two different colors, pinning the bright red and green to his chest.

"I thought you didn't like the Bulgarian team." Hermione watched in surprise as Egg bought a red badge.

"yes, but I hate green more than that," Egg muttered, buying Hermione and Aisha two green badges...

"Look at this green hat, does it look good? There's also a clover on top. Egg said to Hermione with a smile.

"It's pretty good." Hermione nodded.

Egg picked up his hat and put it on top of Hermione's head, completely ignoring the strange gaze of Yu Mengyu beside her.

"What's the problem?" Hermione turned her head to look at Yu Mengyu suspiciously.

"Nothing... It's good if you're happy..."Youmengyu's voice is flat, more things are better than less, take people's hands short, not to mention that she also took forty percent of dry shares and a house, this hand is short and even her arms are gone...

"Oh... I saved up my pocket money all summer for that. Ron said to Harry as he bought the souvenirs, wearing a green hat with a clover on top of the green hat fluttering in the wind, and a small figure of Victor Krum in his hand.

Krum's small figure walked back and forth in Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge on the other side of Ron's chest.

"There are binoculars for sale there!" Harry shouted and rushed to the front of a stall.

"Panoramic telescope!" The wizard peddler said enthusiastically, "You can replay the picture... Or replay it in slow motion, and of course, quickly flash an analysis of the game if needed. ”

"How much?" Iger was not interested in listening to his nonsense, and asked simply and bluntly.

"One price, ten Galleons a plane." The peddler cocked up his finger.

"If only I didn't buy a hat." Ron regretfully lifted the green hat on his head and looked at the telescope on the stall greedily.

"It's okay, put your hat on." Egg turned his head to look, there were nearly twenty green hats behind him, in addition to himself and Youmengyu, even Emily also wore one...

"We've got it all." He took out a money bag and threw it to the vendor, and Egger waved his hand: "One person, one fight!" ”

Behind him came the cheers of Fred and George.

"I guessed it." Fred laughed.

Ron was a little embarrassed, he was always a little sensitive in this regard.

Harry didn't see anything at all, as a rich second generation, he was not bad at all, he was just a little favor, and immediately picked up a telescope and stuffed it into Ron's hand.

But luckily, Iger bought one for everyone, and Ron wasn't too sensitive.

He also understands Egger's approach, after all, this guy is too rich...

Harry would have embarrassed him to buy something for Ron, but Iger didn't have much of a sense of buying him, after all...

Turning his head to take a look, his brothers and sisters didn't say anything, and even took one with Mr. Weasley.

"Don't be embarrassed." Mr. Weasley patted Ron on the shoulder, "The only person in the Ministry of Magic who doesn't take bribes from Egger is me..."

Ron: "??? ”

Does the two have anything to do with each other? Anyway, where does your pride come from?

The low and deep sound of gongs sounded in the distance, and the red, green, and green lanterns of thousands of battles bloomed brightly on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.

"It's time," Iger grinned, "let's go!" ”

Mr. Weasley led the way, and a group of people walked briskly into the woods in the direction illuminated by the lantern, clutching the small items they had just bought.

Listening to the thousands of dense footsteps around him, and the excited shouts of the crowd, Egg grinned, "It feels like a zombie siege..."

"Zombies? What is that? Charlie turned his head curiously.

"A kind of film culture in Muggles." Iger said simply.

Mr. Weasley suddenly became excited when he heard this: "What is that movie?" To be honest, I've wanted to see it for a long time..."

Egg was a little helpless: "If Aunt Mo Li doesn't mind, I can send you a TV and a DVD player another day..."

"Really? Great, thank you so much. "Mr. Weasley is happy.

Although he was the only Ministry of Magic official who refused to accept bribes from Egger, he had little resistance to these Muggle objects.

Even the old guy codified the law for the Ministry of Magic to leave himself a loophole...

A group of people walked through the woods for about twenty minutes before they came out of the other end of the woods, and found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium that, at a cursory glance, thought he was back in China.

In front of me, the stadium and the bird's nest supported by metal and iron frames are a bit of a collision in the face...

"At a cursory glance, it's about the size of ten cathedrals," Harry muttered quietly.

"It can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Mr. Weasley said.

Iger nodded, the nest didn't run away...

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been working on this for a whole year, and every inch of land has been cast with a Muggle expulsion charm, and during this year, whenever a Muggle approaches here, they will suddenly remember a hundred thousand urgent things and hurry away... May God bless them. Mr. Weasley looked kind.

Iger gave Mr. Weasley a strange look, this is another wizard who believes in God...

God, it's really not easy for the old man, I'm afraid it's not always a fast-acting heart-saving pill at home...

"First class ticket!" The wizard of the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at the tickets in their hands and smiled: "The top box, go upstairs, Arthur, go to the top." ”

"Thanks to Victor, he gave us the ticket at the top." Harry whispered to Egger.

Iger was noncommittal, he could cover the top floor if he wanted to, but Iger still thanked Krum a little in his heart.

"It's nothing, my dad was going to take me to the stateroom." Draco lifted his chin, as if he didn't appreciate it, "He sat in a box with the minister." ”

"I don't want you to show off Draco so much out there." Lucius's slow voice rang out behind him, and his eyes were on his son.

If you're smart, you'll know that it's not a good idea to emphasize my relationship with Fudge in front of Egger...

Smiling at Egger in embarrassment, Lucius walked away slowly, not greeting Mr. Weasley the entire time.

Of course, Mr. Weasley didn't seem to mind, and it seemed that he was thankful that Lucius didn't bother him...

"Then you should go and sit up with your dad." Ron glanced at Draco impatiently.

Draco snorted and stopped talking, with the current relationship between the few people, as long as it doesn't involve showing off their wealth, or the dispute between the Lion House and the Serpent House, Harry and Ron can still get along with Malfoy, and usually have a good relationship.

But when it comes to the issue of position, several people will tear it apart mercilessly...

A group of people walked towards the staircase above the stadium, all the way to the top staircase, and found a small box, located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goal post, in the box were more than twenty purple and gilded seats, divided into two rows.

"Aren't we a little too many?" Mr. Weasley looked awkwardly at the group of dogs behind him, from twelve to over two hundred... A group of dogs were looking at Mr. Weasley.

God, why didn't I notice when I came out with so many kids?

Hell, I knew I had to ask Mo Li to come over...

His eyes swept over the twins, and Mr. Weasley looked at Egger, Hermione, and the other group of dogs, their heads buzzing.

At this time, there are seven Weasley siblings in the box, Iger, Harry, Draco, Hermione, Aisha, Yumengyu, Luna, and Emily, and the last is the trio of Simodian and Neville who ran out of the house to join the camp...

A total of eighteen dogs...

Oh my God, how can this be seen...

"You're already there? It's just wonderful. Remus walked in through the door: "I've bought a lot of things from the theater, I'm really too busy, you two should come and help..."

The twins hurriedly accompanied the smiling face and dragged Remus to sit down.

Thank goodness you came at the right time...

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly sat everyone down.

"There's enough space." Iger saw Mr. Weasley's concerns, and with a wave of his hand, the small box suddenly doubled in size.

"Thank you for having you, kid," Mr. Weasley laughed, "sit down first." ”

Iger nodded, took out a recliner from his bosom, and fell on it...

Mr. Weasley: "......"

Nima's... It's nice to be rich...

"Well, there is no roof, what if it rains?" Draco grumbled, seemingly disliking the open roof.

"You reminded me—" Egg waved his hand, and there was another roof in the box.

"Think about it, what else is missing, or who left something at home, while the game hasn't started, I'm still in the mood to help you pick it up." Eggle looked at everyone.

All:......

Strong strength is really to do whatever you want...

(Two days ago, I had a big chat with the editor-in-charge.,He wanted me to get back the kind of passion I had at the beginning.,Because the plot has been very flat recently.,It's been adjusted for a few days.,Finally adjusted.,Here I apologize to you for my recent muddy state.,And please support me.,Thank you.,The above words are less than 200.。 ）