The staff here have prepared a tent for the Mephisto family in advance, it must be the order of the president of the International Quidditch Association, this tent with 12 bedrooms and a matching jacuzzi, can be described as the top luxury of the magic tent, this is like a wizard's mobile RV, the Mephisto family completely drove a large area of luxury villa version of the RV out.

Of course, there were some wizards who were destitute, but that didn't stop them from watching the Quidditch World Cup, and Sherlock saw that some wizards spent the night in a rag with a stick on top of it.

The luxury tent arranged by the president of the Quidditch Guild not only has many rooms, but also a large area next to the living room for people to have a dance party in it.

Walking around the tent, Sherlock felt bored and planned to take a walk outside, maybe even bumping into acquaintances.

It was just getting dark, and when I walked out of the middle of the camp, many of the people in the tents had woken up from their slumber, because the opening ceremony of the World Cup was in the evening, and the pomp and circumstance of the evening was the most lively, and most of the wizards began to get busy with dinner, some of them looked around sneakily, lit the fire with their wands, and some were wiping matches, with a suspicious expression on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

Along the path, two little wizards flew low on two toy broomsticks, their feet gently skimming the dew-stained grass.

A wizard working in the Ministry of Magic had already seen them, and he hurried past and muttered in dismay, "It's a big night!" Parents probably slept in......"

As soon as Sherlock went out, he was confronted by Kirk, who had rushed to hear the news, and his family.

The patriarch of the Avery family, the man with a scheming expression, made it clear that he wanted to befriend the Mephisto family, in fact, the family relationship between the two families was no longer a stranger under the friendship bond of Sherlock and Kirk.

However, everyone in the Avery family, except for Kirk, saw that Sherlock and Fourmond were always low-voiced and submissive, which made Sherlock, who regarded him as a friend, a little awkward, thinking that this was a bad concept of a pure-blood family left over from the time of Voldemort, and it could not be eradicated until now.

"I also heard just now that Mephisto's people are coming, so I came to visit, and it just so happens that I also have something very urgent to tell Mr. Fumond, Master Sherlock, I think you young people will also have time to have fun alone, and we shouldn't interfere." Kirk's father bowed to Sherlock, a courtesy way to place Sherlock on a higher level than him.

Of course, most of the current pure-blood families look towards the Mephisto family, do they really value the prestige of the Mephisto family, or the identity of Fumond Mephisto?

Of course not, it was entirely because Fu Mund gave birth to a good son who was like a god, and if Sherlock was born in another family, then he had to look at that family.

In front of his son, that's why he values Lao Tzu and the whole clan, so the Mephisto family is the status quo, and all the support points are on Sherlock alone, but all pure-blood families will not go to be bosses with Sherlock's wagging tail.

Instead, I went to Funmond, which was also entirely due to age...... It's clear that it's age, or it's not time yet.

"Please, Mr. Avery." Sherlock invited him in, and he and Kirk came out, and when they reached the outside of the tent, the two little witches on broomsticks flew past Sherlock and Kirk, and the two girls were surprised to see Sherlock, and the two girls were surprised to almost bump into each other.

"This broomstick is said to be the original version of the comet, and when the broomstick was not invented very early, I heard that all vehicles used flying carpets." Kirk had a nostalgic look in his eyes, as if he remembered his childhood.

He was a half-blood wizard, and his mother was just an ordinary person, so he was not valued by the family at the beginning and was not included in his father, all of which changed after he met Sherlock in school.

So Kirk has always been grateful to Sherlock......

In his childhood, Kirk also had an old broom like this, because it was a broom that no one in the family used, so no one would care if Kirk took it, and Kirk tried to ride a broom before entering school, and he will never forget the proud and proud expression of his Muggle mother when she saw him fly.

"It's a good memory, right? Sometimes you can never forget the memories that accompany your growth, which have a significant impact on your shaping and character growth, maybe one thing and a more stubborn memory will change your whole personality, but I would rather everyone's good memories can be more. Sherlock chuckled as he watched the two little witches fly around unabashedly.

"You're having a great time, I just went to the Mephisto family's tent to find you, but there is a large group of wizards gathered there, all pure-bloods, they seem to be talking about something, my father is there, and the atmosphere is fierce and I don't want to stay any longer."

Femia's voice came from behind, and Sherlock was stunned for a moment, "Kirk and I just came from our family's tent, and there are already a lot of people inside?" Just now, only Patriarch Avery went in. ”

"Indeed, there are already a lot of people, I thought something big had happened, and I went to look for you just now." Lupo also came over, with Dandeni beside him.

"Our Lestrange family, the young wizards are withering, and those old people don't want to come to see this kind of exciting game, so there are no Lestrange clansmen in the Mephisto family's tent, the kind of gathering of forty or fifty-year-old wizard patriarchs, my grandmother used to be inappropriate, and it just so happened that she didn't come." Dandeni touched his chin, it was the first time he hated Azkaban so much, where all the young wizards of House Lestrange were imprisoned.

"Okay...... Even if we are a pure-blood family at an international Quidditch World Cup, we can't sit idle, but I hope we don't grow up like our fathers...... Worrying all day long, busy non-stop. Kirk quipped from the side.

Sherlock smiled, "Absolutely not. ”

They walked across the field, where three African wizards, all dressed in long white robes, roasted a hare on a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American wizards sat chatting and laughing, and a gleaming banner hung high between their tents: Ilvermorny Wizarding Academy.

There were whispers of conversation from the tents they passed, all in strange languages, but everyone spoke excitedly.

"It is said that the education of wizarding colleges in the United States is very advanced, and the schools are all managed by free-range, but in terms of overall strength, it should still be inferior to Hogwarts, in the Americas, in the previous Quidditch World Cup matches, there were teams with the participation of the United States, and almost never won the championship." Fimia stroked her bangs in boredom, and her voice was crisp.

Sherlock felt that this little girl did not have any discrimination and prejudice against pure-blood wizards or half-blood wizards and mud-blooded wizards, but there was a little bit of regional blackness, that is, he hated foreign wizards.

Wizards from countries outside Europe are the most annoying, followed by wizards outside the United Kingdom.

"I've heard the news that there's going to be a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts this year." Kirk coughed lightly.

Sherlock heard the Triwizard Tournament, and a hint of silence flashed in his blue pupils.

Lu Bo also said, "I heard that Hogwarts will be the host of the Triwizard Tournament this semester, and there are two other houses, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, I don't know if there are any outstanding students." ”

"Didn't we visit those two schools during the summer, in fact, in terms of education level, the wizarding strength of those three schools is not weaker than Hogwarts as a whole, but if it is a single person, who can compare to Mr. Sherlock." Dandeni admired Sherlock Road.

"Hawkers, if you go to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, I guess those two houses will have no drama, I heard that when the Dark Lord was in school, the players of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were really hit hard." With a nostril-facing expression, Lubo seemed to be rather disdainful of the other two academies in Europe.

"If it was the Triwizard Tournament held this year, Mr. Sherlock probably wouldn't be able to participate, because his age doesn't seem to be enough to sign up." Femiah remembered the age limit and said that if Sherlock really participated, then the first place in the Triwizard Tournament would be decided.

Lu Bo sneered, "What age limit, it's just an age line, with Mr. Sherlock's magical attainments, how can a line with an age limit stop him." ”

The five of them walked all the way and suddenly walked into a sea of green.

Femiaia looked at the surrounding tents and said rather coldly, "It seems that we have arrived at the support area of the Irish team." ”

The place they had just entered, all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, and it looked like countless strange green hills had emerged from the ground.

In the tent with the curtain lifted, smiling faces could be seen.

At that moment, they heard their names being called behind them.

"Mr. Sherlock, Kirk, Fiumia, Lupo, Dandney."

Pansy's pale blue eyes were full of surprise, and it seemed that she had met five people here with her, and she seemed to have a feeling of being in a foreign country.

She sat in front of a tent with a disc-like canopy, and next to her was a woman with long blond hair.

And next to Pansy stood a young lad.

"Draco?" Sherlock looked at Draco, who was a little surprised, as if he didn't expect to suddenly bump into Sherlock here.

Sherlock's eyes were a little suspicious, and he remembered what Lucius had told him the other day, about the Death Eaters making trouble at the Quidditch International World Cup, which the Death Eaters had decided privately after receiving orders from the Dark Lord.

"This is my mother, by the way, are you from the middle of the camp?" Pansy asked curiously, "It seems that the number of seats there is extremely tight, and we are only a little late and we are already rented." ”

"The basic mountain in the center of the camp is occupied by pure-blood families, and there are very few outsiders there." Sherlock said that it looks like the Parkinsons are also an internal Death Eater family, compared to Lucius who has hooked up with the Parkinsons as an accomplice in this troublemaker.

Mrs. Parkinson looks so young that if it weren't for Pansy's introduction, she might have been mistaken for her sister "Is this Mr. Sherlock?" I am very familiar with your mother, and Mr. Fourmond was on a trip with his wife the other day, and it is a pity that I have not seen your mother for a long time since the last meeting. ”

She smiled softly at Sherlock, with grace in her tone.

"Yes, she has mentioned you a lot at home, ma'am." Sherlock politely replied, and after a few unnutritious conversations, Pansy and Draco joined the five, and Mrs. Parkinson seemed happy to see her daughter befriend someone as good as Sherlock.

It would have been nice if I could have gone further, but unfortunately it was quite difficult.

And now Sherlock has basically become the soul leader among the students of Hogwarts, the dominant figure in Slytherin House, and Snape is about to unload his burden as the head of the house and let Sherlock take care of it.

Of course, this was just a joke, but Sherlock did have a lot of leisure in Snape.

Not far away, they came to the area of the camp of Bulgarian supporters, where there was a Bulgarian flag...... White, green, and red...... Fluttering in the breeze. The tents here are not covered with any vegetation, but each tent has the same poster with a very gloomy face and thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is frowning except for the blink.

"Tsk, isn't this Krum? Why is his avatar so popular, it seems that these Bulgarian brainless fans are really hopeless. Lu Bo sneered, as if he was not used to this kind of swagger.

"O Krum! I'm eighteen years old this year, and I've already competed in many international Quidditch tournaments, but it's also the first time in the World Cup, which is already very good among young wizards. Sherlock looked at Krum's avatar and complimented.

There was a sense of frustration among the people around him, as Sherlock rarely boasted about people.

"Ahem...... I knew that I should have asked for a Crum sign when I visited Durmstrang, maybe it would increase in value later, and if I took Krum's autograph and threw it around, would it cause confusion among the fans here? Dandeni half-jokingly.

"Actually, I think the confusion will be worse if you shout that Mr. Sherlock is here." Kirk responded with a smile.

But everyone kept their mouths shut, not daring to mention the name Sherlock again, now that there are more and more people around, after all, the opening ceremony is about to begin, and it is better not to cause chaos at this time.