Harry's group arrived at the camp the next morning, and early in the morning, before eighty percent of the wizards in the camp had woken up, Harry's group gleefully stormed Egger's tent.

When Iger woke up, he saw that in the living room of the tent, Mr. Weasley was building a new tent.

"No tents, the tent at the Magic Trick Workshop is on our right, I'll calculate," Egg muttered sleepily, "I should be able to accommodate you guys." ”

"And Bill, Charlie, and Percy, they'll have to wait a little longer to arrive, and I envy them for being able to apparate," Ron shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, both tents are the best, and they are completely inhabitable." Iger yawned indifferently, not looking too awake.

"Oh haha, that's great." Mr. Weasley looked happy, "But I still need to remind Fred of this..."

Egger: "??? ”

"Uh... To be honest, Molly was angry at the two of them for not saying goodbye, and for their um... career, also not very approving of the look. Mr. Weasley shrugged and looked at Egg's awkward smile.

"I think it's good, there's nothing wrong with it, it's easy to make so much money." Iger grinned.

Not far away, Harry and Ron were picking a room, and Ginny was in Hermione and Aisha's room.

"Of course I do, but Molly seems to be a bit stubborn about this." Mr. Weasley sighed helplessly, "But I still want to thank you, Egger, for giving them what they wanted." ”

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley opened his arms and gently hugged Egger.

"You're welcome, even if I'm not there, sooner or later they'll get everything they want." Egg laughed, "Of course, if you don't mind, I'll go catch up first..."

Glancing out of the curtain, Egg noticed that it was just getting light.

Originally, he wanted to make up for another sleep, but it didn't take long for Egger to fall asleep because of the increasingly lively tent.

"Do you boys set up little tents when you wake up?" A gentle voice whispered in Egg's ear.

“emmm？” Egger flattened his mouth and opened his eyes in a daze, and a delicate face fell into his eyes.

"It's called morning... it! Egg sat up abruptly and glared at the girl beside him, "Luna, why are you here?" ”

"My dad and I ran into Harry and them at the camp, so let's take a look with them," Luna's voice was ethereal.

"Oh-oh...," Egg muttered awkwardly, "Alright, let's get out of here..."

I'm dying, and if Hermione sees hermione, she'll die...

Packing up and sneaking out of the room, Egg found not only Luna in the tent, but also several Hogwarts students.

Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Lavender Brown, and captains Neville, Dean and Seamus...

"Hmm... To my surprise, how did you come to be so complete? Egg looked at the crowd with some surprise.

"Cedric Diggory is coming with us, Neville is on an appointment, Lavender is coming to Ron, Malfoy emmm... Happened to come across. Harry still doesn't like Malfoy very much, the two of them seem to be born to look at each other, even though Malfoy is not as annoying as he used to be.

"So what are you doing here?" Egg muttered quietly.

Ron coughed dryly and lifted the curtain of the tent, outside the curtain, Youmengyu was roasting a whole cow with two stove princes...

"Merlin's panties..."Egg opened his mouth, this girl was too violent...

Anyway, where did she catch the cow?

"Okay kids, let's set up another tent." Mr. Weasley slipped into the tent, followed by Percy, Charlie, and Bill.

It was the first time Iger had met Bill, and he looked more interesting than Iger had expected, like a Muggle musician playing rock 'n' roll...

Mr. Weasley briefly introduced Iger and dragged the group out to see the fruits of his labor.

The two tents were set up crookedly across from Egger's tent, looking as if they would collapse when the wind blew, and compared to Egger's tent, which looked like a small yurt from the outside, Mr. Weasley's two tents looked like a desolate little toilet...

“Wow… Great, Harry and I live in Fred's tent...," Ron muttered with a bitter face.

"I'm in a room with Hermione Aisha." Ginny turned her head in amusement.

Mr. Weasley looked very lost, and he advocated pitching the tent the Muggle way.

"Oh, it's okay, just a few of us can live in it." Bill kindly comforted Mr. Weasley, turned to look at Harry and smiled, "Dad, he just wants to experience the way Muggles pitch their tents... Thank goodness he succeeded..."

"It's said that the tent is big and can be fully lived," Iger shrugged helplessly.

Egger's tent is not just like a yurt, it's a tent made in Mongolia.

In the wizarding world, the Mongolian Ministry of Magic exports yurts are generally very popular, although the home accessories inside are adapted according to British customs, but Mongolian wizards are very skilled in making magic yurts.

At this time, the people in the camp had begun to wake up, and Iger stepped out of the tent and stretched his waist, looking at the morning sun in the distance.

Not far away, a little boy about two years old squatted outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily passing a slug on the grass, the slug slowly grew to the size of a sausage, and Egger watched the slug's smile gradually become perverted...

Then 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 - oops! ”

The little boy's mother stepped on the fat slug, and the slug exploded with a snap...

Egger suddenly felt a chill in his crotch...

Turning back into the tent, the boy's cry could be heard in the distance: "You trampled the worms!" You've trampled the bugs up! ”

"Where are our tents located? Is there anything interesting in the camp? Harry looked curiously at Seamus and the group.

"It's halfway between the Irish supporters and the Bulgarian supporters." The twins grinned from outside, and Frede grinned and said, "It is said that in order to prevent the fans from fighting, the officials of the Ministry of Magic specially chose this position for Egger..."

"yes, the position is great, if the two sides fight, we will be the first group to be killed." George laughed.

"Just like Madame Finigan, you have to ask everyone you meet, which team do you support? It must be the Irish team, right? Ron exclaimed, "God, she's looking at us like that, what else can we say?" ”

"Ron, don't speak ill of my mother!" Seamus yelled in exasperation.

"I don't, just an analogy." Ron muttered quietly, "I support the Irish team, but it doesn't affect my liking of Krum..."

"Then you should really go to the tents of the supporters of the Bulgarian team, all of which have that big gloomy face on them, except for the blink of an eye." Fred reached out and put his hand on Ron's shoulder.

"Who cares what he looks like? He's amazing! And he is very young, only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, and you'll see tonight. Ron looked mad.

"Genius?" Luna looked at Ron curiously, then turned thoughtfully to look at Egg.

"Well, I'm talking about humans...," Ron muttered quietly.

Egger: "??? ”