Ning An and Pani were placed on the edge of a gentle slope on the edge of the field, which was filled with thousands of tents, large and small, of strange shapes, and at the end of the tent field, there was a large black forest.

"Shall we go out and find out?"

Pani sat cross-legged on the carpet, picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit bowl on the small cabinet next to him, bit down on one and asked.

It was a tent with a Traceless Stretching Charm, which looked ordinary from the outside, but inside it had three bedrooms, a hall, a kitchen, and a small washroom, enough for a family of five, and it was indeed a bit of a luxury and luxury for Ning An.

"You think Laurel will come so early?"

Ning An looked out of the window, and there were constantly apparitions and people in the camp, and some people were moving away, and a group of leprechauns were painting oil paint outside several tents, where two wizards from the Ministry of Magic were chasing and intercepting them.

"Leon? Lanz is the deputy director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, and although the Quidditch World Cup is headed by the Department of Sports and International Magical Cooperation, it is not impossible for Mr. Lanz to be here to help as a member of the Ministry of Magic. ”

Ning An left from the window, went to the small cabinet to pick up an apple, and took a bite—it was sour and astringent

"Phew—"

He quickly put the apple down, and slurped his tongue vigorously, the whole tongue was soaked with sourness, and his whole body trembled, he had never eaten such an unpalatable apple, and after a while, the sour feeling gradually subsided.

"Alright, as you say, let's go out and have a look—"

Ning An walked outside, he didn't expect to find Laurel so quickly, but he was a little bored in the tent, and he was hungry, and the two of them hadn't eaten since noon.

Walking out of the tent, it was more lively than expected, and along the way, there were new wizards who set up tents on their own land, and most of them traveled with families, which also meant that there were a lot of children.

While the adults were busy lighting fires, setting up tents, or chatting with each other, the children gathered in a mischievous bunch, and when Ning An passed by a tent, the back of his clothes was suddenly set on fire by a naughty little boy.

"Oh! Oh my God, Willy! Look what you've done! ”

The boy's mother screamed and chased after her, wanting to pull out her wand to help Ning An extinguish the fire, but found that she couldn't find her wand, and when she raised her head again, Ning An had already extinguished the fire herself.

There was a small hole in the back of the wizard's robe he was wearing, but it was fine.

"I'm so sorry!"

The fat woman hurriedly apologized to Ning An, who smiled and waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay......"

Along the way, such things happened everywhere, and a few children chased the little goblin flying in the sky and touched someone else's tent, and there was a sound of countless things breaking inside.

Many vendors selling national flags, badges, and other props set up stalls around the camp, and some took up positions in front of others, so the two sides quarreled, but they were speaking in languages they did not understand, and they were from different countries.

In contrast, it would be more convenient for the hawkers pushing carts, carrying cartloads of souvenirs and badges from one noisy tent to another.

"The Ministry of Magic is going to be absolutely busy - I guess it won't stop until tomorrow night, people from all over the world will be here, you know the time difference is different, even in the middle of the night."

Ning An could understand what Pani meant, they came early, he remembered that the game would not start until tomorrow, and most wizards would choose to come early tomorrow morning or afternoon, when all the tents here would be full, and there would be wizards everywhere, which would be enough for a headache.

But this has nothing to do with Ning An, he shrugged, as long as he doesn't run into the person he has transformed into now, Martin's boss - Barty, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic? Mr. Crouch, no problem, even if he didn't read Martin's memory, Ning An knew what kind of person this Mr. Crouch was.

He was by no means an amiable peacemaker, since his colleagues said that he was furious because of the disappearance of Martin and Allen, he must have been very angry, and if possible, Ning An just wanted to find an opportunity to punish Laurel and leave, preferably not to run into this Mr. Crouch.

"Oh, please bring me three of these—"

Ning An turned his head and saw a row of oily, slightly charred grilled sausages on the hawker cart pushing a cart past him.

"By the way, another syrup cake, it's unbelievable that this one is even sold."

Ning An looked at a plate of brown pastry covered under a transparent lid, which looked like a cocoa-coated cake, but in fact it was the filling of brown syrup.

"Aren't you going to have some? Pani? ”

Ning An took the intestines and cakes handed by the vendor and immediately couldn't wait to eat them.

"Hmm...... Then I want a fried jam doughnut—" He pulled out a Galleon and handed it to the vendor, the money belonged to old Wiles, and the two of them didn't feel sorry to spend it.

"Roar, get out of the way, you two ——!"

The peddler smiled and took the money and pushed the cart away, and Ning An and Pani stood there and enjoyed the food without noticing, they had not eaten at noon, and even the iron man would feel hungry.

Then there was a sudden arrogant reprimand, Ning An heard it faintly familiar, and when he turned around and looked, he understood, it turned out to be an acquaintance.

Crabbe and Goyle were pushing a wooden cart full of colorful striped silk, and Malfoy was standing beside them with his hands on his chest, and the shout was from Crabbe, who stood there like a fluffy gorilla, glaring at Ning'an and Pani.

"Roar, it's Martin...... Sir, and Allen...... Mr! ”

Goyle stuttered a little, and pointed at the two of them with his thick arms, and said to Malfoy.

Ning An looked at Malfoy, who had changed a lot from when he was in the second grade.

His face became thinner and whiter, and the corners of his eyes looked gloomy and low, and he already had a hint of an adult's appearance, and his height had risen rapidly in the past year, not at all like the little hairy child in the second grade.

At this moment, he didn't seem to have any intention of cooperating with Goyle to make fun of Ning An, but he just shook his hand in annoyance and reluctantly said:

"Oh, Martin and Mr. Allen, I've seen you, remember? At the Christmas dinner at Avery's house, the two of you, representing the Ministry of Magic, drank all the eggnog, and then got drunk and went around asking people who you were-"

"Snort...... Burst...... Sneer...... Goyle covered his mouth with his hand, and he stammered even when he laughed

"Oh...... Eggnog ...... Drink...... Drunk it all...... Puff...... "Goyer was still laughing, he seemed to be unable to control himself, his body trembled, although he was laughing at Ning An, but Ning An felt that this guy's appearance was extremely stupid, and he didn't even have the mood to worry about him.

As for Malfoy, Ning An turned his head to look, only to see the boy's impatient face, as if something else was bothering him, he waved his hand again and said to Ning An:

"Okay, we've said hello, so I've done what my dad called "etiquette", now can you two let one of you out and don't stand in front of my house? We're going to hang it up. ”

Ning An looked to the side and found that he and Pani were standing in front of a palace-like tent, which alone occupied several times the size of others, with a few potted plants at the door, a bird rack, and even two live peacocks strolling around the door.

He looked back at Parney, the tall wizard responded with a "you have the final say" gaze, even if they punished Malfoy with a small curse here, it would not matter, but it would inevitably summon someone from the Ministry of Magic or even that Mr. Lucius.

Quietly took a step back and stepped out of the aisle, Ning An calmly watched the three Malfoy come to the tent.

Crabbe and Goyle looked a little puzzled, they remembered, at that party, these two people were very stupid and talkative, why were they so weird this time, was it the relationship between drinking and not drinking?

Malfoy's brows furrowed, he always felt that Martin was a little strange, he usually followed his father, whether it was a staff member or an official of the Ministry of Magic, he was not uninformed, these two guys were notoriously drunkards and fools in the Ministry, and they were mixed-race, and they were especially despised by him.

But the reaction of the two men should not be like this, the calm look in their eyes made Malfoy inexplicably think of someone, of someone he didn't want to remember.

Malfoy became more and more irritated by the thought of something that had happened not long ago, and as soon as he lifted the curtain and entered his tent, Crabbe and Goyle hurriedly followed.

"Why, don't you 'punish' him? I think he was one of the members of the Snake Letter. ”

Pani took a bite of the doughnut, the corners of his mouth stained with frosted sugar, but he didn't care, and continued to gulp, staring at the gorgeous tent and asking Ning An.

"You don't have to-" Ning An sneered and slowly spoke, "Our Malfoy classmates are so anxious, I think there's a reason-"

Since arriving at this camp, Ning An has regained a subtle connection with those who had previously claimed to be obedient to him, the "Black Serpent Mark" he had left on the members of the Serpent Faith.

He could clearly feel the strongest reaction coming from Parney beside him, close at hand, extremely hot, while most of the others became hazy, as if they were close at hand, and as if they were far away from the sky, this was a spell relief treatment.

Ning An understood that after he escaped from Hogwarts, these people would rush to escape from the organization, especially a shrewd person like Malfoy, who would definitely not ruin his future for the sake of a student wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

But now, they should be panicking, because as Ning An returned from the other side, as he grew stronger, as he came to this barren swamp.

Many people should feel the kind of burning sensation emitted by the black snake mark on their body, they will have a feeling, they will understand what it means, Ning An guessed that this was also the reason why Malfoy was absent-minded just now.

He felt it, he panicked, and if he was smart enough, he might be able to relate to what was going on.

"Let's go back."

Ning An turned around silently and walked in front, not knowing Laurel? Does Lanz feel the same way?

Looking at the cloudless sky, he sighed, tomorrow must be good weather, the game will probably go smoothly, and Harry and Hermione will also be here at that time.

And Ning An knew that there was a high chance of riots, and perhaps they could take this opportunity to impose their own "punishment".

Feeling the alienation of these snake letter members, Ning An suddenly felt that maybe he should let some people understand that he was not dead and that he was still the owner of the snake letter.

"Do you want donuts?"

Parney handed over a pink strawberry-flavored doughnut, his own mouth stained with scraps and frosting.

"You know what, Pani? I miss you at Hogwarts, not now—look at you, it's like a skinny version of Goyle. ”

"But I'm Alan now? Kruger, that's how he should be—you've heard so many people from the Ministry of Magic talk about it, and the two of us were pretty fools before. ”

The two of them talked all the way and finally returned to their tent, only to find that they had unknowingly walked to the center of the camp before, and now there were two tents around them, and they were wearing national flag turbans that Ning An didn't know.

They were sitting at the door of the tent and wanted to make a bonfire, but they didn't seem to know how to use matches, and after studying for a long time, a scrawny old black man finally recited a few incantations to light the fire.

"Are these foreigners? You see, they don't use wands. Pani first asked the question in Ning An's heart.

"You want to see wandless spellcasting? I can show you that—"

Ning An rubbed his fingers as he spoke, and half a fist-sized fireball caught fire in his hand, and then he felt that this behavior was boring and childish, so he waved his hand to disperse the fire.

"Okay, I think we should go to bed early, I'm afraid it won't be too easy to fall asleep tonight."

There were people coming in this camp twenty-four hours a day, the noise, the noise, and the crackling sound of the apparition was continuous, Ning An decided to go to bed early, otherwise he would not be able to sleep until the middle of the night, and the next day would be very unrefreshed, but they still had something to do.

The two decided on the room, and then went back to their rooms, Ning An lay down on the soft feather bed, the sunset outside the window gradually set, he lay on his side at the head of the bed, looking at the sunset, and couldn't help but think of the time when he once formed the snake letter by himself.

There's Daphne, there's Samantha, there's Walter – and even Malfoy......

They gathered around the Slytherin table, and he ate, discussed, and formed a small group, which gave Ning An a glimmer of peace during that time, and after the loss of Calidora, he actually didn't say anything, but he relied on this small group to keep warm.

He had been bothered by many things on the other side of the Veil, and gradually forgot about them, until he met Malfoy today, and he remembered the days in Serpentine again.

Reaching out and gently touching the black snake mark on his arm, Ning An couldn't help but have the idea of resurrecting this organization.

"Wait, wait until Samantha and the others are rescued......" muttered, turned over, Ning An closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.