"Hi there. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Cedric said, turning his head to look at everyone.

Everyone answered, but Fred and George didn't say anything, just nodded. The Hufflepuffs beat their Gryffindor team in their first Quidditch match last year, and the twins have yet to fully forgive them.

Of course, Duten is an exception, although he is in Hufflepuff, he has a close relationship with their group, and even if the twin brothers have any dissatisfaction, they are really embarrassed to vent to Duten.

"Come a long way, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"It's all right," said Mr. Weasley, "we live on the other side of the village." What about you? ”

"Wake up at two o'clock, isn't it, Seid? I'll tell you the truth, I'd like him to pass the illusion exam sooner. But...... Nothing to complain about...... The Quidditch World Cup is a must-see, even if it costs a pocket of Galleons - in fact, it does cost that much money to buy a ticket. But I've finally managed to deal with it, and it's not too difficult......"

Amos Diggory looked kindly at the three Weasley brothers, Duten, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny, "Arthur, are your children?" ”

"Oh no, the red-haired ones are." Mr. Weasley pointed out his children one by one. "This is Hermione, Ron's friend; This is Harry, and Ron's friend; This is Duten ......"

"It's my classmate."

Cedric spoke first, then looked at Duten with a puzzled expression.

Duten's performance in the academy was decent, although he was obviously more intimate with Gryffindor, after all, several of his friends were in Gryffindor. But he still spends most of his time with Hufflepuffs to prove that he is a Hufflepuff.

Now during the holidays, Duten actually stayed with a large group of Gryffindors, and in Cedric's opinion, Duten was obviously more intimate with these people.

"Hi Cedric, how was the holiday?"

Du Teng smiled and waved his hand.

"Not bad, what about you? Didn't you say you were going back to visit your brother? ”

Du Teng's whereabouts have been followed by many people, of course, they are basically girls. So he was going back to visit his brother, and basically the whole Hufflepuff knew about it.

"I've seen it, I've heard that there is a Quidditch World Cup this year, so I came back a few days early. I happened to meet Ron, so I came with them...... You know, I'm a foreigner and it's quite difficult to buy a ticket. ”

"Ha, if you tell me in advance, maybe I can help you."

Cedric rubbed his nose and said.

"So I'm sorry to bother you, but Uncle Weasley can help me, so I'll be with them!"

Duten can be regarded as having an explanation, even if there are many problems in it, it can be regarded as giving Cedric a step down. Cedric didn't pursue it either, nodding his head in approval.

As they spoke, Cedric's father exclaimed.

"Oh my God," said Amos Diggory, his eyes widening at once, "Harry? Harry Potter? ”

"Well, yes." Harry said.

Harry had become accustomed to people staring at him curiously when they first met him, and to their immediate gaze on the scar on his forehead, but it always made him feel uncomfortable.

"Of course, Seid talked about you." "He told us about last year's match against you...... I said to him, "Said, it's great that you can tell your grandchildren about this when you're old...... You defeated Harry Potter! ”

Harry didn't know what to answer, so he didn't say anything. Fred and George both frowned again. Said looked a little embarrassed.

"Harry has fallen off his broomstick, Daddy," he muttered quietly, "I told you...... It was an accident......"

"yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Amos said in a friendly and loud voice, patting his son on the back, "Our Seider has always been so modest and always gentlemanly...... But the one who wins is always the best, I'm sure Harry would say the same thing, right? One falls off the broomstick, the other stays on it, you don't need to have a genius brain to tell who is the better flyer! ”

The group was very embarrassed, and Duten was also a little embarrassed, obviously everyone deliberately did not mention the few "conflicts" between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor, but this uncle didn't finish talking, which made everyone feel very awkward.

"It's almost time," Mr. Weasley quickly digressed, pulling out his pocket watch and looking at it, "Do you know who we're waiting for, Amos?" ”

"No, the Lovegoods arrived there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory, "and there's no one else in the area, is there?" ”

"As far as I know, no." Mr. Weasley said, "All right, there's one minute left...... We should all be in place......"

He turned his face to look at Harry and Hermione.

"All you have to do is touch the doorkey, and that's it, just stick out a finger—"

With all the big bags on their backs, the ten men managed to gather around the old boots that Amos Diggory was carrying.

They stood there, tightly in a circle, a cold breeze blowing across the top of the hill, and no one spoke. It occurred to Harry how strange it would be if a Muggle happened to pass by at this time...... Nine people, two of them adults, clutched the tattered old boot in the dim light, silently waiting......

"Three......" Mr. Weasley whispered with one eye on his pocket watch, "Two...... One ......"

It was too late, but Du Teng suddenly felt as if a hook was behind his navel and jerked forward with an irresistible momentum, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up. He could feel Harry and Hermione on either side of him, their shoulders bumping into his. They flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything in front of them. The index finger was glued to the boot as if it had a magnetic force, and pulled him through, pulled him through, and—

His feet fell heavily to the ground, and he stood firm in an instant.

Ron staggered and slammed into him, then fell to the ground. Then came Harry, who fell on top of Ron and, with a snap, the portkey fell to the ground next to his head.

Duten looked up and saw that only Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric were still standing, but they were also disheveled and crooked by the wind, and everyone else fell to the ground.

"Five and seven o'clock, from Weasel Mountain." A voice suddenly rang out.

Duten glanced around and saw that the place they had come to looked like a large swamp. It looks desolate, with a thick mist in the air.

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 were dressed as Muggles, but somewhat ridiculously: 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.

"Good morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley said, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard in the pleated skirt. The man threw it into a large box beside him, which was full of used portkeys. There are old newspapers, empty cans, and soccer balls full of holes, and so on.

"Hello, Arthur," Basil said wearily, "not on duty, huh?" You're lucky, unlike us, who stayed here all night. I think you'd better get out of the way, there's a big crowd coming from the Black Forest at a quarter past five. Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is...... Weasley ...... Weasley ...... "He searched for it on the parchment list." "About a quarter of a mile away, the first camp in front of you is. The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts. Diggory ...... You guys are in the second camp, looking for Mr. Payne. ”

"Thank you, Basil." Mr. Weasley said, beckoning everyone to follow him.

They walked through the deserted swamp, 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. Behind the stone houses were hundreds of oddly shaped tents, which went up the gentle slope of a large field that jutted out into a dark forest on the horizon.

The group parted here, Diggory and his son went in other directions, and Du Teng and the others walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. Harry could tell at a glance that he 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 a watch taped 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.

"Ah-okay-no problem-" Mr. Weasley said. 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-uh-huh-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.

"I don't know......" said Mr. Roberts, "they seem to know each other." It's like a big party. ”

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. Du Ten grinned, this is exactly what happens when a person's memory is 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.

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 help. 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. ”

With that, he 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 laboriously walked over the mist-shrouded camp, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents didn't look special, and it was clear that their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents, but some had accidentally overdone it and added chimneys, bellstrings, or weather vanes to make it undescript. Occasionally, though, there are a few tents that you can tell at first glance that they are magical.

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. Further on, there is a tent with a garden in front of the door, with a bird bath, a corona, a fountain, and so on.

"It's always like that," Mr. Weasley said with a laugh, "and when you get together, you can't help but want to show off." Here it is, look, this is ours. ”

Before they knew it, they had come to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, where there was a small sign with the words "Weasley" on it. (To be continued.) )