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When Wang Yong took Xue's hand and walked out of the Black Forest with Susan and Amelia, they came to a large desolate, misty swamp. In the distance, another group of people also came over.

In front of them, stood two weary and gloomy sorcerers, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both dressed as Muggles, but they were too unprofessional: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit on top and a pair of thigh-length rubber galoshes underneath; His colleague wore the kind of pleated skirt and a South American cape that Scottish Highland men wear.

"Hello, Arthur, Amos." Amelia greeted Weasley and Mr. Diggory.

"Hello, Amelia. You're here too. ”

The Weasleys and Hermione, Harry looked happy to see them.

"What a coincidence, let's tie up the tents when the time comes." Wang Yong proposed.

"Okay." The Weasleys nodded in agreement.

At this time, the roar of motorcycles was heard in the sky.

Two men got off the motorcycle.

It's Sirius and Lupin, these two friends who have finally eased their relationship now, and now they go around squandering every day.

Basil from the management office here yelled tiredly, "Sirius, you have no scruples about flying over Muggle settlements on a motorcycle of this magnitude, be careful of being imprisoned in Azkaban again!" ”

Sirius still grinned: "No, no, Muggles must have thought that an old Soviet plane flew over their heads, and they wouldn't think of motorcycles." ”

He has now moved out of 12 Grimmauld Place, living outside with the impoverished Lupin, his life is not too chic, and his complexion has returned to seventy or eighty percent, with the image of a handsome and decadent uncle, and the image of a grandmother killer.

They walked through the deserted swamp in large groups, barely visible in the thick fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.

In the distance, hundreds of oddly shaped tents descended the gentle slope of a large field that stretched out into a dark forest on the horizon.

They said goodbye to Diggory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house. Cedric's father Ramos hasn't bragged about his son's Quidditch results since Wang Yong arrived, and he has heard Wang Yong's name a few times at home, and Wang Yong, the core of the undefeated team Ravenclaw, his son has never begged for a little bargain from him.

There was a man standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. It was the only true Muggle in this large area. When the man heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.

"Good morning!" Mr. Weasley said energetically.

"Good morning!" Muggles said.

"Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, exactly." Mr. Roberts said, "Who are you?" ”

"Weasley - two tents, booked two days ago, are there?"

"Yes," said Mr. Roberts, looking at the line of watch affixed to the door, "you have a place there by the woods. Stay only one night? ”

"Yes." Mr. Weasley said.

"So, pay now, is it okay?" Mr. Roberts said.

"Ahh He took a few steps back, leaving the small stone house, and motioned for Harry to come to him. "Help me, Harry." He whispered, pulling a roll of Muggle money out of his pocket and separating them one by one. "This one is—um-um-ten? Ah, by the way, I saw the little numbers printed on it...... So this one is five pieces? ”

"It's twenty dollars." Harry lowered his voice to correct him, uneasy at realizing that Mr. Roberts was struggling to hear every word they spoke.

"Ah, I see...... I don't know, these little pieces of paper ......"

"You're a foreigner?" Mr. Roberts asked as he returned with a few of the right bills.

"Foreigners?" Mr. Weasley repeated in confusion.

"You're not the only one who can't figure out the money," said Mr. Roberts, looking at Mr. Weasley carefully, "and just ten minutes ago, two men were going to pay me a gold coin the size of a hub." ”

"Really?" Mr. Weasley said uneasily.

Mr. Roberts fumbled for change in a tin can.

"There have never been so many people," he said suddenly, his eyes glancing once again at the foggy camp, "and hundreds of people have booked tents. People kept coming to ......"

"Is there something wrong?" Mr. Weasley asked, reaching for change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.

"Yes," said Mr. Roberts, thoughtfully, "there are people from everywhere. Countless foreigners. It's not just foreigners, but a lot of weirdos, you know? There was a guy walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape. ”

"Can't you?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.

"It's like...... I don't know...... It's like a trick. "They seem to know each other." It's like a big party. ”

Hearing Mr. Roberts's words, Wang Yong and Xue couldn't help but glance at each other and showed a tacit smile.

Just then, a wizard in bloomers suddenly descended from the sky and landed at the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

"Forget it!" He pointed his wand at Mr. Roberts and snapped.

Suddenly, Mr. Roberts's eyes were gone, his brow was loosened, and his face showed a look of trance and indifference to everything. Harry could see that this was exactly what a person's memory would be like when it was altered.

"I'll give you a floor plan of the camp." Mr. Roberts calmly said to Mr. Weasley, "And the change I found for you." ”

"Thank you very much." Mr. Weasley said.

Wang Yong and his group of four quickly bought tents and some other things.

A wizard in bloomers accompanied them towards the camp gates. He looked very tired: his chin was unshaven, his iron was blue, and there were shades of purple under his eyes.

When Mr. Roberts couldn't hear them, the wizard whispered to Mr. Weasley, "He's been a problem for me." In order to keep him happy, he had to recite the Forgetting Mantra a dozen times a day. Ludo Bagman will only do the opposite. Walking around, talking loudly about Bludgers and Quaffles, completely ignoring Muggle beware and staying safe. God, I wish this was over sooner. See you later, Arthur. ”

He finished and vanished.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the Director of Magical Sports," said Ginny, who seemed a little surprised, "he should have known that you can't talk about Bludgers around Muggles, right?" ”

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, leading them through the gate and into the camp, "Ludo has always been concerned about security...... Well...... Some sloppy. But you can't find a more passionate person to lead the Sports Division. You know, he used to play Quidditch for England. He is the best hitter of all time for the Wimbourne Hornets. ”

They looked curiously at everything around them.

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