"This place couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily, "The field is on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't be closer." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

He pulled his backpack off his shoulders.

"Alright," he said excitedly, "strictly speaking, no magic, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We're going to put up our tents with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult...... Muggles do all this...... By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start? ”

Harry was asked, he had never pitched a tent before.

During the holidays, the Dursleys never took him out, preferring to leave him with the old lady of the neighborhood, Mrs. Feige.

So he could only look at Du Teng, he instinctively felt that if he didn't understand something, Du Teng must understand. Duten certainly didn't have any experience with it, but he had a good brain, and by no time, he and Hermione were basically figuring out where the struts and screws should be.

And Mr. Weasley was always there to help, for he was thrilled whenever he needed a sledgehammer. Eventually, they set up two crooked two-person tents.

They all took a few steps back, appreciating the fruits of their own hands. Honestly, no one who looks at these tents will guess that they were built by wizards. The problem is, once Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrive, there will be ten of them.

Hermione and Harry both seemed to have noticed the problem and looked at Duten with a puzzled look.

Du Teng, of course, knew that it was a magic tent, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

At this point, Mr. Weasley got on all fours and slipped into the first tent.

"It might be a little cramped," he shouted, "but I think everybody can squeeze in." Check it out. ”

Harry bent down and slipped under the tent curtain, his jaw dropping in surprise. He walked into an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, as well as a bathroom and kitchen. Strangely, the room was furnished in exactly the same style as in Mrs. Fig's house: the unmatched chairs were covered with crochet covers, and there was a pungent smell of cats in the air.

Duten and Hermione walked in right after, Hermione looking equally shocked.

"Oh, it's only temporary." Mr. Weasley wiped his bald top with a handkerchief and looked over at the four bunk beds in the bedroom, "I borrowed this from Perkins in the office. Poor fellow, he suffers from low back pain and can no longer camp. ”

Mr. Weasley picked up the dusty kettle and looked inside.

"I think we need some water ......"

"On the map that Muggle gave us, there's a faucet," Ron said, as he followed Harry into the tent, seemingly oblivious to the unusual space inside the tent, "on the other side of the camp." ”

"Alright, then you and Harry and Hermione go get us some water, and—" Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and two saucepans they had brought, "-the rest of us go pick up some firewood and get ready to make a fire, okay?" ”

"But we have a stove," said Ron, "why can't we just ......?"

"Ron, don't forget to guard against Muggle safety regulations!" Mr. Weasley said that his face was full of excitement because of his eagerness to take the plunge, "When real Muggles camp, they make fires outdoors. I've seen it. ”

The crowd was speechless and began to split up.

They quickly visited the girls' tents, and found them only slightly smaller than the boys, but they didn't smell like cats. Harry, Ron, and Hermione then set off through the camp with the kettle and saucepan in hand. Duten stayed behind to help make the fire, and the real Muggle-born people in their small team were Duten, Harry and Hermione, and Harry and Hermione were gone, and the matter of lighting the fire could only be handed over to Duten.

The three of them walked towards the tap.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist had gradually lifted, and they saw tents on all sides, and they could not see the end. They slowly walked through the tents, looking around with interest.

The campers on the grounds are gradually waking up. The first to wake up are those with small children. Harry and Hermione had never seen a wizard of this kind. 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! ”

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 at the Ministry of Magic had already seen them, and he hurried past Harry, Ron, and Hermione, muttering in dismay, "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.

Harry heard the sound of a conversation coming from the tent they had passed, in a strange language, and he couldn't understand a word, but everyone was excited.

"Huh? Could it be that something is wrong with my eyes, why is everything green? Ron said.

Ron's eyes were fine.

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.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! ”

It turned out to be Seamus Finigan, their fourth-year classmate 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, eyes sparkling at Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

In such an atmosphere, what else can they choose? Showing support for the Irish team, of course.

"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 sticker on it, on which is a very gloomy face with 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. ”

……

At the tap in the corner of the camp, a small queue had already formed. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were 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 couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, and she bent down and ran away from the group, waiting for Archie to fill up the water and leave, and then she returned.

They walked through the camp and returned, walking much slower because they were carrying water. Everywhere they went, they saw familiar faces: Hogwarts classmates and their families.

Oliver Wood is the former captain of Harry's House Quidditch team and has just graduated from Hogwarts. He pulled Harry into his parents' tent, introduced them, and excitedly told Harry that he had just signed on as a substitute for Pudemere United.

Then, Hufflepuff's fourth-year classmate, Ernie McMillan, greeted them. After walking a few more steps, they saw Zhang Qiu, a very beautiful girl who worked as a Seeker on the Ravenclaw College team. She waved and smiled at Harry, who waved at her and splashed a lot of water on his front in a panic.

"Why have you been here for so long?" When they finally returned to the Weasley tent, George grumbled.

"I ran into a few acquaintances." Ron said, putting the water down, "You haven't lit a fire yet?" ”

"Daddy's playing with matches." Fred said.

Mr. Weasley's fire didn't make any difference, not because he lacked trying. There were many matches scattered on the ground around him, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"Ugh!" He finally struck a match, screamed, and quickly threw it away.

Du Teng stood aside, looking helpless.

"Why doesn't Du Teng help?"

Harry asked.

"I'd like to help......"

Duten shrugged, looking at Mr. Weasley's jelly look, what else could he say?

"That's right, Mr. Weasley." Hermione said gently, taking the matchbox from his hand and showing him what to do.

With Hermione's help, they were able to light the fire, but it took at least another hour for the fire to come up. It will take a while to eat, but the wait is not boring, and there is a lot to see.

Their tent appeared to be on the side of a large road leading to the arena, and the officials of the Department ran back and forth along the road, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly every time they passed. Mr. Weasley kept making introductions, mostly for Duten, Harry, and Hermione, whose own children were too familiar with the people in the ministry to be of interest to them.

"That's Cuthbert Mokridge, the head of the Elven Liaison Office...... This was Gilbert Wimple, who worked on the Experimental Spell Committee, and those horns on his head had been growing for a while...... Hello, Ani...... Arnold Pisgood, an amnestic deregisterer, is a member of the Contingency Reversal Team...... That's Bode and Crocker...... There is no comment on their work......"

"What do they do?"

"It's from the Department of Mystery Affairs, top secret, don't know what they're doing......"

Finally, when the fire was blazing, and as soon as they were frying eggs and boiling sausages, Bill, Charlie, and Percy strode towards them from the woods.

"Just apparitioned, Daddy." Percy exclaimed, "Ah, that's great, there's something delicious!" ”

A group of people sat around and ate beautifully...... This "beautiful" may be more appropriate to describe other people, anyway, for British dark cuisine, Duten is deeply disgusted. While everyone else was eating the sausages, he took out his own food, a bag of xiaolongbao.

This is the authentic xiaolongbao that he bought on a special trip to Huaxia, he bought it for thousands of yuan, and used a spell to save them, as long as the spell does not fail, they will not rot.

Everyone is very curious about the food of xiaolongbao, and Du Teng is also very generous to everyone to eat, which has been well received by everyone.

Although they still prefer to eat the traditional British "food" - fish &chips, that is, fish and chips, the British are the most proud of the food. (To be continued.) )