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They laboriously walked over the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Most tents don't look special, and apparently their owners have gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents, but some have accidentally overdone them and added chimneys, bellstrings, or weather vanes to make them look like they would. However, there are occasionally a few tents, and at a glance you can know that they are magical, Wang Yong looked at these and felt that it was no wonder that Roberts would suspect that these were too abnormal at first glance.

In the center of the camp, there is a tent that stands out in particular. It was so extravagant that it resembled a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied to it at the entrance. A little further ahead, they saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers beside it. On the other side, there is a garden in front of the door of a tent, with a bird's bath, sundials, fountains, and so on.

The Bones tent and the Weasley tent were very close to each other.

So Wang Yong, Xue, Susan and Amelia began to set up tents, but fortunately, Wang Yong practiced a skillful skill of pitching tents when he went to Yukon last year, and the tent was quickly set up by him.

Inside is a spacious three-bedroom apartment, more than enough for the four of them, with a bathroom, kitchen, living room and so on.

Then they helped Mr. Weasley set up the tent first, and then the two of them went out together to fetch water.

A few people walked along the way, and at this time the sun was just shining brightly, a fresh morning breath, and a few people chatted happily while looking around at this interesting scene in the camp.

The campers on the grounds are gradually waking up. The first to wake up are those with small children. Wang Yong has never seen such a young wizard. I saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily stabbing a slug on the grass, and the slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage. When they walked up to him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You are not allowed to touch it again--your father's--wand--ouch! ”

She stomped on the giant slug, and the slug exploded with a snap. They had gone a long way, and they heard her shouting in the silent air, mixed with the cries of the little boys, "You have trampled the worms!" You've trampled the bugs up! ”

Wang Yong and Susan looked at each other and smiled, remembering when they were children, when they also held toy wands, or secretly stole Aunt Bones's wand to play.

Although this is a false memory for Wang Yong, it has never been so real at this moment.

He and Susan's grip seemed to be stronger.

After walking some way, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet gently skimming the dew-stained grass.

A wizard working in the ministry had already seen them, and he hurried past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, muttering in distraught, "It's broad daylight!" My parents probably slept in—"

Every now and then, adult wizards can be seen emerging from their tents and starting to make breakfast. Some looked around sneakily and lit the fire with their wands; Some were striking matches, with skeptical expressions on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

Three African male wizards sat there talking solemnly, all dressed in long white robes, roasting something like a hare on a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat chatting and laughing, and a gleaming banner hung high between their tents: Salem Wizarding Academy. It was the second-largest school of magic in the United States, after Ilvermorny.

"Oh, is there something wrong with my eyes, why is everything green?" Ron said.

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.

"This is a camp for Irish supporters." Wang replied that the World Cup final was played between Ireland and Bulgaria, and that the three teams of Great Britain, England, Scotland and Wales, were eliminated at an early stage.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! ”

It turned out to be Seamus Finigan, the trio's fourth-year classmates at Gryffindor House. He sat in front of his trefoil-covered tent with a yellow-haired woman next to him, who must have been his mother, and his best friend, Dean Thomas, who was also a student at Gryffindor House.

"Like the decorations?" Seamus grinned and asked, "The ministry isn't too happy." ”

"Ahem, why can't we show off our colors?" Mrs. Phinegan said, "You should go and see, the Bulgarians have hung their tents full." Of course you're rooting for the Irish team, aren't you? She asked, her eyes sparkling at the Simos classmates at Hogwarts.

They assured her that they did support the Irish team, and they set off again. Ron muttered, "In that atmosphere, can we say anything else?" ”

"I really want to know what the Bulgarians are hanging on their tents?" Hermione said.

"Let's go and have a look," said Harry, pointing to a large tent in front of him, where the Bulgarian flag - white, green, and red - fluttered 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.

"Krum." Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" Ron said, "Victor Krum, Bulgarian Seeker! ”

"He's so gloomy." Hermione said, blinking and frowning at the countless krums around her.

"'It's too gloomy'?" Ron rolled his eyes up, "Who cares about his appearance?" He's amazing! And he is very young, only about eighteen years old. He's a genius, you'll see tonight. And he's especially good at Lansky feints, right? Harmonious? ”

"Huh? Well. Wang Yong came to his senses and nodded.

Wang Yong, Susan, and Xue walked slowly behind together, looking around, and he even saw some Asian faces, all to come over to watch the World Cup. I don't know what kind of magic schools exist in China. whereas

And people from all over the world have come a little, he has never seen such a scene before, trying to find out if there are beautiful women in the crowd.

At the tap in the corner of the camp, a small queue had already formed. Several of them lined up, and the two men standing in front of them were arguing fiercely about something. One of them was already very old and wore a long printed pajamas. The other, apparently a wizard working in the ministry, was holding a pair of pinstriped trousers in his hand, and was so angry that he almost cried.

"You can do it, put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in clothes like this, that muggle at the gate is already suspicious-"

"I bought these pants in a Muggle store," the old wizard said stubbornly, "and Muggles wear them." ”

"Muggle women only wear it, Archie, men don't wear it, men wear this." The wizard who worked in the ministry said, waving the pinstriped pants.

"I don't wear it," said old Archie angrily, "I'm willing to let a wholesome breeze blow my ass, thank you." ”

Hermione wanted to giggle when she heard this. She couldn't take it anymore, and stooped away from the group, waiting for Archie to leave with plenty of water before returning.