Harry let himself and Ron go and stood up, he wanted to ask about Vanlin's flight, but the man who came interrupted him.

Fan Lin shook his head slightly, and he saw two people walking over in the sky.

Van Lin looked around, and they came to a misty wilderness that looked very desolate. In front of them were a pair of wizards who looked tired and rough. One of them carried a large gold watch, and the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill pen. Both were dressed like Muggles, but looked clumsy. The man holding the watch wore a Tweed Jacket, and his colleague wore a pleated skirt and a voluminous waterproof garment.

"Good morning, Brazilian. Mr. Weasley said hello, picked up the boot, and handed it to the wizard in the skirt. He tossed his boots into a large box with a used portkey next to him, and Van Lin could see an old newspaper, an empty drink can, and a soccer ball with holes.

"Hello, Arthur," said the Brazilian wearily, "don't be on duty, is it......? We've been here for one night now...... You'd better give way, a large group of people are about to arrive, they are from the Black Forest, they are leaving at 5:15, wait a minute, I'll look for your camp...... Weasley ...... Weasley......" he looked at the list on the parchment, "Over there, about a quarter of a mile, you go to Camp One and look for Mr. Pine. ”

"Thank you!" Mr. Weasley told the others to follow him.

"But before I do that, I must warn you that you should know the rules. ”

"Of course. Mr. Weasley said unconcernedly.

Then the Brazilian turned his head and he turned his head at Van Lin.

"That little imp, don't use your magic to please your girlfriend, this is Muggle territory......"

Hermione tried to plead, but Van Lin said first.

"We know the rules, sir. Van Lin said.

The Brazilian nodded, "But magic is still worth affirming, I've never seen a little wizard who mastered magic at such a young age, you came out there." ”

"Hogwarts, sir. Van Lin said.

The Brazilian nodded, "You must be at the top of your school." Well, Dumbledore's students, naturally, are reassuring. ”

With a wave of the Brazilian's hand, the crowd turned and prepared to leave.

"My boy......" Fan Lin faintly heard something, this is a wizard with a family.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, she was said to be Van Lin's girlfriend, but she ......

As a result, Hermione walked with Ginny all the way, and had to come to Fred and George's side when she got to Verlin.

"I'm deflated. George said.

"Nope. Van Lin glared at George fiercely, and then the two brothers laughed.

"Our products were confiscated by my mother, so you just had to come earlier. Fred grumbled, and he stole a glance at Mr. Weasley.

"I have a better way to be a guest on something interesting. Van Lin couldn't help but think of Nicolame's useless alchemy products.

Six hundred years of life is always very boring, naturally Nicolamay needs to find something to do, in the end, Van Lin is the perfect successor.

However, if Abraham had known that Van Lin was going to use alchemy on this simple joke product, I wonder what his old man would think.

"Really?" Fred and George's eyes lit up, and their voices couldn't help but get louder.

Mr. Weasley glared at his twin brother fiercely, no matter how small his voice was, he could hide it from the elite wizards of the Order of the Phoenix?

Naturally, this is considered the Weasley brothers' naivety, and his father just doesn't want to pay attention.

Mr. Weasley must show the majesty of the head of the family, in Mrs. Weasley's absence.

"Don't talk about it, this is Muggle territory. ”

The twins weren't talking about joke products, but even so, there was always something fun to share when a few Gryffindors got together.

They set out through the wilderness. About twenty minutes later, on the side of the road, a stone hut came into view. In addition to this, Harry could see hundreds of ugly tents that filled the field. After saying goodbye to Diggory and his son, they walked to the hut.

A man stood in the doorway, looking out at the tents. Harry could tell at a glance that he was the only true Muggle within a few acres of the area. When he heard footsteps, he turned and looked at them.

"Good morning!" said Mr. Weasley smartly.

"Good morning!" said the Muggle.

"Are you Mr. Robert?"

"Yes," replied Mr. Robert, "who are you?"

"Weasley, two tents, booked a few days ago. ”

"Ah," said Mr. Robert, looking at the list nailed to the door, "yours is by the side of the forest, just for one night, right?"

"Yes. Mr. Weasley said.

"Will you pay now or later?" asked Mr. Robert.

"Ah, now, well, of course!" said Mr. Weasley, as he walked out of the cabin and called Harry to him. "Help me, Harry," he whispered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to divide it. "It's a ...... Ten? ah, yes, I see the little numbers on it...... So it's a five?"

"Twenty. Harry corrected him quietly, very apprehensive to find that Mr. Robert was trying to listen to what they were talking about.

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

When Mr. Weasley returned with the correct amount of money, Mr. Robert asked, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Foreigner?" repeated Mr. Wesley, confused.

"You're not the first to be unwieldy," said Mr. Robert, leaning closer to observe Mr. Weasley, "and ten minutes ago two men wanted to pay with a gold coin as big as a bottle cap. ”

"Really?" asked Mr. Weasley, nervously.

Mr. Robert was looking for change in an aluminum can.

"It's never been so crowded here," he said suddenly, looking at the misty fields again. "Hundreds of people booked. Some have just appeared......"

"Really?" asked Mr. Weasley, reaching for his change, but Mr. Robert did not give it to him.

"Ah," he said, thoughtfully, "those people come from all over the world, and there are a lot of foreigners, not just foreigners, but a lot of weird people, you know? ”

"How could he do that?" said Mr. Weasley, nervously.

"Looks like ...... I think...... Like some kind of assembly," said Mr. Robert, "they all seemed to know each other, like a big party." ”

At that time, a wizard quietly appeared in front of Mr. Robert.

"Memory Charm (Note: Used to modify memories, unlike Forgetfulness, this does not hurt that much. !!," he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Robert.

For a moment, Mr. Robert's eyes immediately lost focus, his eyebrows were loose, and his face took on a look of indifference. Harry recognized the symptoms, which meant that his memory was restricted.

"Your camp map," Mr. Robert said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "is your change." ”

"Thank you very much. Mr. Weasley said.

The wizard had accompanied them to the door of the camp, and he looked very tired, his chin was blue, covered with stubble, and there were dark purple circles under his eyes. As soon as Mr. Robert's hearing range was out of range, he whispered to Mr. Weasley, "This guy is very troublesome. It takes ten memory spells a day to make him happy. Ruth. Bagmun refused to help. Tro Hall was full of loud talk about the Golden Snitch, Quaffle, and Bludger, not at all worried about the security of the Muggle defense system. I'll be happy when it's all over. See you later, Arthur!"

He disappeared.

"I suppose Mr. Bagmun is the head of the Magical Movement Department, right?" said Ginny, looking surprised. "He should know what it's like to talk about a book ball next to Muggles, right?"

"He should have known," Mr. Weasley said with a laugh, leading them into the camp, "but Lu was always careless about the security situation." Even so, there is no more enthusiastic and active leader of the sports department than he is. You know he played Quidditch for England and he was the best player for the Wasps of Winbauer. ”

A few people struggled through rows of tents in the misty fields. Most of them looked normal, and their owners had tried to make them look like Muggles, such as chimneys, bells, or weather vanes. However, it was all too obvious that there were tents everywhere, and Harry was not at all surprised by Mr. Robert's suspicions. Halfway through, there is an overly extravagant, pretentious work, hung with silk one by one, like a palace. In the population there are still a few living peacocks. Kikusa and the others passed a three-story tent with several corner towers, and a few meters in front of a tent with a garden in front of it, and a basin of water, a day gauge, and a fountain built in it.

"Always," said Mr. Weasley with a smile, "we can't help but show ourselves when we get together." Ah, ours is here, look, this is ours. ”

They reached the edge of the forest, at the very edge of the field. It was an empty place, with only a small sign hammered to the ground that read "Weasley".

"What a wonderful place to be!" said Mr. Weasley, delighted. "The place to pitch the tent is on the other side of the forest, and we want to get as close as we can. He took his backpack from his arm, "All right," he said excitedly, "no magic, strictly speaking, we're going to set up the tent by hand......! Muggles often do...... Here, Harry, where do you think we should start?"

Harry had never camped in his life, and the Dursleys had never taken him out on vacation, preferring to leave him at the home of an old neighbor, Mrs. Fig. Nevertheless, he and Van Lin decided where the pillars and stakes should be laid. When Mr. Weasley started using a wooden hammer, he was overexcited. He becomes an obstacle, like a retard, and he can't help much. Eventually, however, they set up two rudimentary tents.

All the people stood in the back and admired the objects they had made. Harry didn't think anyone would have guessed that the tents were made by wizards. But the problem is that once Bill, Charlie and Percy arrive, they will be ten. Hermione seemed to have this in mind. When Mr. Weasley, the first to enter the tent, she gave Harry a teasing look.

"We're going to be crowded," he said, "but I think we can all squeeze in."

Let's take a look. “

"Don't worry, you'll be surprised. Van Lin patted Harry on the shoulder and went in with Hermione.

Harry bent down, there were three rooms, as well as a shower and a kitchen. Coincidentally, it was exactly the same style as Mrs. Fig's, with a crocheted knitted cover on the chair, which did not match at all, and had a strong cat smell.

"Well, not for long," said Mr. Weasley, wiping his bald head with a handkerchief and looking at the four beds in the room. "I borrowed it from Parkin's office. He doesn't camp now. Poor fellow, he's having back pain right now. ”

He picked up the dusty kettle and squinted inside, "We need water......

"You can see a faucet in the map the Muggles gave us," Ron said, following Harry into the tent and not at all looking surprised by what was going on inside. "On the other side of the field. ”

"Good. Why don't you and Harry go get some water?" Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle, as well as a pot, "The rest will go find some wood, because we need fire." ”

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

"Ron, it's for safety, to defend against Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said, his face filled with anticipation. "When real Muggles camp, they cook things outdoors with fire, and I've seen that!"

"I can help. Van Lin said that he had camped, but this tent was his handiwork, but the command was like this, and the action was the same.

"I'll come too. Hermione gave Van Lin a blank look, and ...... for Van Lin's hands-on ability That's it.

After a quick look at the girls' tents, Harry and Ron set off through the camp with kettles and pots. The girls' tent was just a little smaller than the boys', but it didn't smell like a cat.

After Harry and Ron left, everyone naturally went into a busy state.

Van Lin fiddled with it and finally cast a silent spell without Mr. Weasley noticing, and he had a way to hide the fluctuations in his magic, but Hermione discovered it.

Thankfully, it was Hermione, but it was a bit unfortunate......