The girls' tents were only slightly smaller than the boys' tents, but they didn't smell like cats. Hermione and www.biquge.infoGinny were already asleep in the same bed, and after sleep deprivation and a long journey, the two girls could no longer hold on.

Not everyone has the physical strength and energy of an ordinary person like Roger. Harry was the same, sleeping in the boys' tent.

In order not to attract the attention of ordinary people, the game does not start until after nightfall, and all you have to do during the day is to wait.

Roger greeted Mr. Weasley, pulled a bottle of whiskey from his backpack and walked out of the tent alone.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist was gradually lifting, and there were tents in all directions, and there was no end in sight. Roger held a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, slowly walking through the tent, looking around with interest.

With so many wizards gathered together, if the English government planted a mushroom here, then the wizarding world could disappear directly from this world.

Looking around, I didn't go far, and all the tents in front of me were covered with a thick layer of shamrocks representing Ireland, and it looked like countless strange green hills had emerged from the ground.

In the open space between these green tents, there were many people waiting in line in front of the faucets to get water, and Roger took a puff of his cigarette, thinking that the Ministry of Magic was still quite intimidating in the eyes of ordinary wizards, otherwise there was no need to carry a water bottle to carry a water bottle to do what could be done with a spell...

No sooner had this thought crossed Roger's mind than there was a commotion in the line to fetch water, and the two men 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 of Magic, was holding a pair of pinstriped pants 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." ”?

Roger raised an eyebrow, and suddenly it seemed that the Ministry of Magic was not as authoritative as he had expected.

"That dress is beautiful~" Suddenly, a familiar voice from behind Roger, as if he was talking to himself, sounded from behind.

"Oh, my dear daughter, remember that Muggle pants block the flow of magic at the root. Another middle-aged male voice responded.

In this style of dialogue, Roger could already guess who was standing behind him: "Hey, Luna, I didn't expect to see you here, come to fetch water?"

"Well, no, we're just here to shop~" Hearing the question, Luna was visibly in a trance, and replied happily after discovering that it was Roger.

She wore a bright yellow robe with a large sunflower in her hair, and the man next to her was somewhat similar to her, but a little eye-to-eye, marshmallow-like white hair slung over her shoulders, and an egg-yellow robe like Luna's, with a gold chain around her neck and a strange symbol shining on it, much like a triangular eye.

"Xenophilius Lovegood," he held out a hand toward Roger, "I think you know my Luna, right?"

"Roger Collins, Luna's friend. The boy reached out and shook Luna's father.

"You're coming alone, do you want to come with us?" said Luna, looking happy to hear the word friend.

"Thanks, but no... Harry, Hermione, and we lived in the Weasley tent in Ginny's light. Roger politely declined.

Luna nodded without any reaction, and asked again, "Is this year's illegal organization seminar still being held?"

"Of course," Roger grinned at the mention of this, "and I think I learned so many spells last year, I should practice them in the field this year." ”

Xenophilius was talking to an acquaintance about speculation and did not hear the conversation between Luna and Roger

"Oh, this is amazing~" Luna said, and began to look Roger up and down like in a dream: "You look really spirited. I told my dad that most people probably don't wear robes, but he was a strong supporter of the F.A.R.T. "*Note 1

Roger pursed his lips and nodded his eyebrows, and said affirmatively: "Don't worry, you will never be considered a wizard by Muggles when you pass it on..."

With such brightly colored robes, ordinary people have a far cry from the grim dress of wizards, and at most they are regarded as artists.

Without further talking, Luna followed her father adrift, for they noticed that the wizard who persuaded the old man to change out of his lady's printed pajamas was always glancing this way.

The father and daughter are dressed like light bulbs, and it is a little difficult not to be noticed.

Laughing silently, Roger threw away the burnt cigarette in his hand and continued to wander around the camp, where they could always see familiar faces: Hogwarts classmates and their families. But there wasn't much to talk to him, after all, Roger's reputation in school had never been bad, and if Harry had been replaced, the result would have been the opposite......

As time passed, a feeling of excitement spread over the camp like a cloud that could be touched.

At dusk, even the silent summer air seems to tremble in anticipation. As the night hung like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards, the last vestiges of camouflage vanished: the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable tendency to no longer oppose the people, allowing the obvious signs of magic to pop up everywhere.

Every few steps, a phantom hawker descends from the sky, holding a sign and pushing a cart, filled with strange gadgets.

There are glowing rose-shaped badges ... Green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria... You can also scream the names of the team members, there are green high hats (Roger didn't buy this when he was killed) decorated with a clover dancing in the wind, there are Bulgarian ribbons, and the lion printed on them can really roar, there are the national flags of the two countries, and when they wave and play their national anthems, there are small models of fire crossbow arrows that can really fly, and there are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around in the palm of their hands, looking triumphant.

Note 1: F.A.R.T, an edge movement called 'Completely Fresh Air', (Fresh-Air-Refreshes-Totally, abbreviated as F. A.R.T, which means 'fart').

The movement went to great lengths to violate the dress requirements of the Secrecy Act, insisting on wearing wizarding robes in public, and for the first time raised the idea that Muggle pants were a source of obstruction of the flow of magic.

*The campaign was initiated by Archie Amslo

* Muggles still consider themselves members of a cult

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