Perhaps it was really a disaster to leave Van Lin to do these Muggle chores.

In fact, since he was a child, Van Lin has never participated in such work, because of his mother's absence, the housework of the family naturally falls on Mr. Al, but ......

Housekeeping Auntie is a good choice, and when Vallin goes to Hogwarts, Dobby's arrival completely replaces Housekeeping Auntie.

In short, if it weren't for the precision of Vanlin's control of the magic, it would have been a catastrophic event.

Even so, Van Lin suffered a lot of white eyes from Hermione, which was inevitable.

"How could it be so bad. Van Lin looked at a lump of blackened meat, fortunately in his space equipment......

He was tempted to say so, but unfortunately, he didn't even have packaged food in his space gear.

Imagine fighting with all your might, and the space is disorganized, only to see a bag of potato chips fly out of the gem of the staff and smash it in the face of the enemy.

It's going to be a big one.

However, with such feasibility, there may be a surprising effect.

Of course, this is pure, except that he will be ashamed, like Voldemort or Death, he doesn't even know what potato chips are, okay?

Using magic to ignite the fire, Van Lin was finally kicked out by Hermione, and then Van Lin brazenly pulled Hermione out, on the grounds that we didn't need to cook, breakfast had already been eaten, and we could go to Harry and Ron.

The reason is quite powerful, but it's not very reliable, the two of them don't even have a map, how can they go to find Harry?

Hermione didn't poke him either, in fact, the girl was trying to take a look around.

Hermione, who lives in the Muggle world, only knows about wizards in Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Diagon Alley.

Van Lin is not much better, but there is one more Athens, one more Beauxbatons, one more Chinese Nine Immortals, counting the entire Penglai......

Belch...... That's a lot.

Egypt also has to go, there are about "Jade Record" and the more famous "Black Book of the Dead" and "Golden Book of the Sun" are in Egypt, that mysterious country, Fan Lin does not want to miss it at all.

What's more, this is what Nicolame mentioned, and the "Jade Record" is an alchemical book comparable to the "Book of Abraham".

In this way, in addition to the Americas and Africa, the more important birthplace of magic has been to Van Lin, especially Greece and China, which is the origin of mankind?

Combining Muggle writings and magic is a bit of a striking overlap and a striking irony.

However, it didn't seem too difficult to find Harry, and Van Lin remembered the general direction, and then relied on the guidance of magical energy, and the four of them quickly converged.

Such a grand wizard gathering is not to be missed, even if it is a child of a wizarding family like Ron, it is the first time to see so many wizards, and the pace is naturally slow.

Hermione mercilessly shared Van Lin's troubles with two friends, which was still a lot of fun, and Van Lin's behavior was rare, and he could handle all those things at Hogwarts.

Harry was naturally unmerciful, and for Van Lin, none of this existed.

Ron didn't speak, he just looked into the distance.

Now that the sun had just risen and the fog was much lighter, they could see the world of tents stretching out in all directions. They slowly walked through the rows of tents, looking around.

Only Harry would have wondered how many witches and wizards there were;

The rest of the campers started to get up. First of all, there were families with small children, Harry had never seen such a young witch or wizard. A little boy no more than two years old crawled out of a pyramid-shaped tent, took a magic wand, and happily poked a slug in the grass that was slowly expanding to the size of a sausage. As they approached him, his mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times, Kevin, you can't touch Daddy's wand!"

She stepped on the giant slug, and it cracked. Her scolding, mixed with the little boy's cry "You broke the slug! You broke the slug!" floated in the quiet air.

Not far away, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin. They were riding a toy broomstick that could only rise to the height of a girl's toes, and could only skim over the grass with dewdrops. A wizarding officer spotted them, and past Harry, Ron Van Lin, and Hermione, he hurried to them, and kept grumbling, "It's daylight, my parents are still sleeping, I want to ......" The witches and wizards around them came out of their tents and began to prepare breakfast. Some peeked around and lit a fire with their wands, while others tried to light a fire with a match with suspicion, as if it were impossible. Three African witches are talking solemnly, all dressed in long white bubbles, while a group of middle-aged American witches sit under a shiny sign and gossip happily. The sign hung between their tents and read "Wizard's Salon". As they passed the tents, Harry heard a strange conversation being spoken inside, and though he couldn't understand it, the tone of each voice was very excited.

"Uh, it's my eyes, or is something green?" Ron asked.

It's not just Ron's eyes. They walked into a tented camp where all the tents looked like they were covered with clover, and through the open tents they could see smiling faces, and suddenly, behind them, they heard their names called. "Harry, Ron, Van Lin, Hermione!"

It was Seamus Finigan, a classmate of Gryffindor. He was sitting in front of his own clover-covered canopy, flanked by a red-haired woman, presumably his mother, and his best friend, Dean, who was also a Gryffindor classmate.

"Like an ornament, right?" asked Seamus with a smile, and then he walked over to greet the four of them.

"The Cabinet is not very happy. ”

"Ah, why can't we use the colours we like?" said Mrs. Finegan, "and see what Bulgaria shows off. Are you really going to support Ireland?" she added, staring at Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione.

When they assured that they really supported Ireland, they went back on their feet, but, as Ron said, "In that case, we had to say something." ”

"I'm curious about what the Bulgarians put on their tents to show off. Hermione nodded, deciding she should take a closer look.

"Let's take a look. Van Lin said, pointing to the large camp ahead, where the red, green and white Bulgarian flags fluttered in the wind.

"Good. Harry nodded, and several of them changed their itinerary once more.

The tents are not decorated with plants, but each one has the same poster. An arrogant face printed with a dark black eyebrow. The painting is constantly moving, but the face in the painting is constantly blinking and frowning.

"Krum. Ron whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum!" Ron said, "Victor Krum, Bulgarian raider!"

"He looked really rude. Hermione said, looking at so many krums around them winking and frowning at them.

"I think so too. Van Lin said quickly, but it seemed to be ......

"Is it really rude?" Ron looked up at the sky. "Who cares what he looks like? He's incredible, he's really young. Only about eighteen years old, he is a genius, and by tonight, you can see it. ”

At the tap in the corner of the field, there was already a small group of people waiting. Harry, Ron, Van Lin, and Hermione joined them, standing behind two men, arguing fiercely.

One of them was a very old wizard. Dressed in a long flowery pajamas, the other was a witch lord official, who was holding a pair of pinstriped pants and almost cried angrily.

"Put it on, Achka, you're a good fellow, you can't walk around like this. The Muggles at the door had long been suspicious. ”

"I bought them in the Muggle shop," the old wizard said stubbornly, "and Muggles wear these, too." ”

"Only Muggle women wear this, Achka! you're a man, you should wear these. The wizard official said, waving his pinstriped trousers.

"I don't wear these," Achka said angrily, "I like to feel the cool breeze, thank you!"

Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the situation, and she quickly stepped out of the group.

He didn't come back until Achika filled up the water and left.

Because of the weight of the water, they now walk more slowly. They struggled through the camp and made their way back to see more familiar faces around them—other Hogwarts students and their families.

Oliver Wood, the veteran captain of Harry's Quidditch team, has just left Hogwarts. He pulls Harry to his parents' tent, introduces him to the group, and excitedly tells Harry that he has just signed a contract with the United Team. Then they met Eni. Mamian, a member of the Hufflepuff team. Then, not far away, they saw Qiu, a very beautiful Chinese girl, who was in the position of the Ravenclaw raiders.

She waved and smiled at them, and Van Lin responded politely, and Harry splashed a lot of water as he raised his hand to her. Ron kept smirking. Harry hurriedly pointed out a large group of teenagers he had never seen before.

"Guess who they are?" he asked, "they don't go to Hogwarts, do they?"

"They go to a foreign school," Ron said, "and I know some people who don't know each other when they see each other." Bill had a pen pal in Brazil, many years ago, and he wanted to go on an exchange trip, but his parents couldn't pay for it. When he said he wasn't going and gave the other person a cursed hat, his pen pal felt offended. The hat withered his ears. ”

Harry laughed, but no more amusing than when he heard about other wizarding schools. He thought that he had seen so many countries in the camp that it was only now that he realized how stupid he had been to realize that Hogwarts was not the only one. He stared at Hermione, unsurprised by the news. Not surprisingly, she had already read the news about the wizarding school in books or elsewhere.

As for Van Lin......

Well, Van Lin had already been to the Nine Immortals in China and Beauxbatons in France, and Harry had forgotten about it, Van Lin had already gone so much more than them, all of them were Muggle-born children.

When they finally returned to the Weasley tent, George said to them, "You've been there for a long time!"

"We've met some people," Ron said, putting the water away, "what about the fire, didn't Van Lin get it right?"

"Daddy is playing with matches and having fun!" said Fred.

"Dad wanted to try it himself, and Van Lin used to make meatloaf, and they put out the fire in order to get the meatloaf down, and then Dad refused to make a fire for Van Lin. ”

Van Lin smiled awkwardly, this is indeed not a glorious thing.

Mr. Weasley couldn't light the fire, but not because of a lack of try. He scattered matches around him, but he looked like he'd been trying for a lifetime.

"Oops!" he said, as he finally struck a match and threw it to the ground in astonishment.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley. Hermione said softly, and she took the box and began to teach him what was the right thing to do.

Eventually, they finally lit the fire, but if they had to wait until it was hot enough to cook, it would be at least an hour. While they waited, there was plenty to see around. For, as their tents seemed to be set up in the right place, the wizards of the Cabinet hurried up and down, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly as they passed. Because of Harry, Hermione, and Van Lin, Mr. Weasley had to explain constantly, and his own children were too familiar with the cabinet to be of much interest.

"That's Casber. Mike Ju, the head of the Fairy Liaison Office, this is Gaibo. Wilbur, he's a member of the Magical Experiments Committee, he's horned, wait a minute, now, hello, Arms Boston, he's a member of the Magical Accident Repair Team......"

"Who are they?"

"Coming from the classified department, highly classified, no one knows what they're going to do. ”

Finally, the fire is ready, and when Bill, Charlie, and Percy walk towards them from the forest, they are just starting to boil eggs and sausages.

"Apparition just came here, Daddy," Percy said loudly, "Ah, that's great, lunch!"

Halfway through their sausages and eggs, Mr. Weasley jumped up, beckoning and smiling at a man who was walking towards them.

"Ah," he said, "the amorous man of the day!

Ruth. Bagmun was clearly the most conspicuous of the people Van Lin had seen so far, even the old Achka in her flowery nightgowns.

He wears a Quidditch robe with horizontal stripes of vivid yellow and black. A huge wasp pattern on his chest. He possesses the physique of a strong man. Because of his big belly, the robes looked a little tight, and it seemed that he must not have worn them anymore after he stopped playing Quidditch for England.

His nose was crooked, and Van Rin thought it might have been interrupted by a saucer, but his round blue eyes, short blonde hair, and red skin made him look like a boy who had matured prematurely.

"Ah, there!" cried Bagmun with great joy. He walked as if he had a spring under his feet, and he was very excited.

"Arthur, old fellow," boasted as he got to the campfire, "what a day, uh, what a day! A cloudless night is coming...... There's no obstacle to the whole organization, and I don't have anything to do!"

Behind him, a group of emaciated cabinet wizards hurried by, running towards the glowing twenty-foot-tall magical campfire in the distance.

Percy hurriedly followed. Obviously, although he did not approve of Rude. The way Bagmun manages his department, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to leave a good impression on him.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Weasley with a smile, "this is my son Percy, who has just started working in the Cabinet, this is Fred, Bill, Charlie, Ron, this is Ginny and Ron's friends Van Lin Ayle, Hermione Granger, and Harry. Porter. ”

Bagmun was a little suspicious when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes scanned the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Children," Mr. Weasley continued, "this is Ruth. You know who he is, Bagmun. I really want to thank him for letting us get such a good ticket!"

Bagmun smiled happily and waved his hand, as if to say, this is nothing.

As far as he can remember, he didn't think it was a good fellow, but he still felt that it wasn't a good thing to wait and see and kill him at once.

"Please, Arthur!" said Bagmun eagerly, clanging as if there was a large pile of gold in the pocket of his yellow-black robe.

"I had made a bet with Ludy Pondey that Bulgaria would score first, and I gave him nice odd things, considering Ireland's top three was the best I've seen in years. And little Agosi. Hall West puts half of her stake in the eel pond on a week-long race. ”

"Oh, we'll see," said Mr. Weasley, "I'll bet a gold Galleon, and Ireland will win!"

"Just one golden Galleon?" said Ruth Bagmun looked a little disappointed, but he quickly returned to normal. "Good, good...... Who else wants to participate?"

"They're too young to gamble," Mr. Weasley said, "Molly won't like it......"

"We're going to bet on thirty-seven gold galleons, fifteen silver sicos, and three bronze nats," said Fred, who and George quickly counted their money, "Ireland wins, but Werther." Krum gains the Golden Snitch. Oh, we're going to add a fake wand. ”

Percy said dissatisfiedly, "Don't show that garbage to Mr. Bagmun." ”

But Bagmund didn't think the wand was rubbish at all, on the contrary, his childish face glowed with excitement when he saw it from Fred, and when the wand horn sounded and turned into a rubber chicken, Bagmund croaked in joy.

"Wonderful! I've never seen anything like this in years! I'm willing to pay five gold Galleons for it!"

Percy saw this and froze.

"Kids," Mr. Weasley whispered, "I don't want you to gamble, that's all your savings...... Your mom ......"

"Don't spoil everyone's fun, Arthur!" protested Ruth Bagmun as he rattled his pockets excitedly, "they've grown up and know what they need!Do you think Ireland will win but Krum will get the Golden Snitch? No chance, boys, no chance...... I'm going to add five sailing coins to buy that cute wand and we can ......"

Mr. Weasley looked at Bagmund in disappointment.

Bagmun took out a notebook and a quill and hurriedly jotted down the names of the twins.

"Come on!" said George, taking the roll of parchment that Bagmund had handed him, and tucking it into the front of his robe.

"I wish you could get your possessions. Van Lin whispered to the twins.

"What do you mean?" said George.

"It's not interesting. Van Lin smiled and shook his head, Fred and George had won the bet in his memory, but Bagmun had never given the two brothers what they deserved.

"You know something. Fred hooked Vanlin's neck in one fell swoop.

Van Lin smiled and shook his head, like a mouth full of mother** but I just won't tell you.

"If you ......"

"Hey, little wizard, would you like to make some pleasant bets. Bagmun said that a good wizard who could play with the Weasley brothers would not be too bad.

"Lud, Van Lin is still young. Mr. Weasley said solemnly, "You can't ......"

"It's okay, Mr. Weasley. "If Mr. Bagmun wanted to, I would be glad to give some of the gold gallons." ”

"Van Lin......" Hermione looked at Van Lin in disbelief, she didn't understand why Van Lin would be interested in this Quidditch match.

"Okay, kid, how much gold galleons do you want to pay for this?" said Bagmun.

"It's just a competition, after all," said Van Lin, "but we have to show respect for some of it as well, so how about two hundred gold gallons?"

"Two hundred?" Bagmun's eyes lit up, "Of course it's fine. ”

Bagmun was a little excited, he didn't expect the little ghost in front of him to come up with so many gold coins to bet with him.

"Well, I'm curious about your list of celebrities, and I think like-minded wizards always want to get to know each other...... Can you show me?"

Van Lin said lightly that it was very deceptive for his age, at least for now.

"Of course!" Bagmun happily handed it over!