Clark and his party struggled through the camp, not only seeing fans of the two teams, trying to support their favorite teams, but also meeting their classmates from Hogwarts.

"Clark! Harry! Ron! Hermione! ”

In a green, prairie-like tent, Clark was greeted by Seamus Finigan, their fourth-year classmate at Gryffindor House, sitting in front of his trefoil-covered tent with his best friend, Dean Thomas.

Both of them are supporters of the Irish team, and these green clover decorations are exactly the mark of the Irish team.

Compared to them, the decorations of the other Bulgarian team are extraordinarily gifted.

On the tents of those Bulgarians, none of them were covered with any plants, but on each one there was the same poster with a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is frowning except for the blink.

It was the talented seeker of the Bulgarian team - Viktor Krum.

Of course, none of this matters to Clark, after all, they are not fans of these two teams, and the reason why they came to watch the Quidditch World Cup is just to enjoy the game.

The four of them fetched the water and returned through the camp.

Because of the heavy load in their hands, the water in the bucket was still swaying, and they walked much slower than when they came.

Because of this, they could always see some familiar faces outside of their visit, most of them Hogwarts classmates and their families

This also caused them to return to Wesley's tent, and George complained impatiently, "Why have you been here for so long?" ”

"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. Wesley's fire didn't make any difference, and it seemed that a few matches alone would be enough for him to study all day.

But Clark was hungry, after all, they got up so early in the morning, and with the rush and mountain climbing, a little oatmeal porridge was not enough for them to digest.

Fortunately, thanks to Hermione's demonstration, Mr. Wesley finally succeeded in lighting the fire, but it took at least another hour for the fire to come up and he could cook

Fortunately, their wait is not boring in the process, and there is still a lot to see.

"That's Cuthbert Mokridge, the head of the Elven Liaison Office...... This is Gilbert Wimple, who works on the Experimental Spells Committee and is responsible for the latest magical research...... Hello, Ani...... This is Arnold Pisgood, an amnestic deregisterer...... That's Bode and Crocker...... There is no comment on their work......"

Because the tent was next to a large road leading to the arena, there were often officials from the ministry running back and forth on the road, and every time they passed by, they would greet Mr. Wesley warmly, which showed his popularity.

And Mr. Wesley would keep making introductions, mostly for Harry and Hermione, whose own children were too familiar with the people in the ministry to be of interest to them.

As for Clark, the heir to the Puwit family and Minister Fudge's status as a former celebrity made those officials smile happily every time they saw Clark.

Finally, when the fire was blazing, they began to fry eggs, boil sausages, bake bread, and bake potatoes, and prepared breakfast with lunch.

When all the food was ready, Bill, Charlie, and Percy strode towards them from the woods.

"The apparition just appeared, Daddy." Percy exclaimed, "Ah, that's great, there's something delicious as soon as you come!" ”

George and Fred protested harshly against Percy's taking advantage, but of course, it didn't work, and the three guys were still grinning and eating sausages and eggs.

While they were eating, Ludo Bagman, the head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Physical Education, also appeared.

As Percy said about him, he was an out-of-tune person.

As soon as they met, he clanged his yellow-black robes and tricked Mr. Wesley into making a bet on the game.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that Mrs. Wesley's family had always been in charge of the money, and poor Mr. Wesley didn't have much steel in his pocket, so in order not to lose Ludo's face, he only symbolically offered a Galleon to bet on Ireland to win, which made Ludo Bagman seem a little disappointed.

But then George's words startled Mr. Wesley.

"We'll weigh fifty Galleons," he and Fred quickly pulled out some of their savings, "bet on Ireland to win—but Victor Krum will catch the Golden Snitch." Oh, and by the way, we're going to add a fake wand. ”

"Kid," Mr. Wesley hurriedly lowered his voice, "listen, I don't want you to gamble...... This is all your savings...... Your mother ......"

"Don't be disappointed, Arthur!" Ludo Bagman interrupted him in a gruff voice as he excitedly clanged the gold coins in his pocket, "They're old enough to know what they want!" ”

George and Fred nodded hurriedly, and Clark on the side suddenly smiled, "Since that's the case, then I'll join in the fun." Like them, I pressed a hundred gold galleons and bet that Ireland would win, but Victor Krum would catch the Golden Snitch. ”

"Clark!"

"It's so arrogant!"

Mr. Wesley's words were directly suppressed by Ludo's huge voice.

"You all think Ireland will win, but can Krum catch the Golden Snitch? Impossible, children, impossible...... I'm giving you the best odds...... So ......"

Ludo Bagman quickly pulled out his notebook and quill and scribbled the names of the twin brothers and Clarke, as Mr. Wesley watched helplessly.

"It's done!"

Two parchment notes with amounts, odds, bettors, and Ludo Bagman's name signed were handed to the twin brothers and Clark.

Maybe even he doesn't know how much money these two notes will represent in the future.

Bagman, who felt like he had made a lot of money anyway, turned around and looked at Mr. Wesley with a fluttering eyebrow.

"By the way, Arthur, can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch.

The Bulgarian official, who was my equal, was making things difficult for us, but I couldn't understand a word of what he said.

Barty should be able to fix that, he ...... Oh, no, just as he was talking about him, he came! Buddy! ”

A wizard suddenly apparitions appeared around their campfire, a stark contrast to Ludo Bagman, who looked greasy and incompetent in his old Wasp robes.

Whether it is a straight waist, stiff movements, or a spotless structured suit, a neat tie, and shiny leather shoes, it all shows that this wizard in his fifties is a man who does things with a straight eye and strictly abides by discipline.

Harry recognized him at a glance, as he had seen a few months earlier at the trial of Peter Pettigrew, who had thrown the untried Sirius directly into Barty Crouch, the former head of the Magical Law Enforcement Division in Azkaban.

"Sit down and rest, Barty." Ludo said happily and patted the grass beside him.

"No, thank you, Ludo."

Crouch glanced around everyone present, his gaze lingering on Clark, Harry, and Sirius for a moment before speaking impatiently.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, and the Bulgarians insist that we add twelve more seats to the top box."

"Oh, so they want this!" "I thought the guy was going to borrow me a pair of tweezers, and the accent was too heavy." ”

"Mr. Crouch!"

Percy on the side seemed to be so excited that she couldn't breathe when she saw her idol.

He leaned over and made a bowing gesture, which made him look like a hunchback, "Would you like a cup of tea?" ”

"Oh," Crouch looked at Percy with a slight surprise, "well—thank you, Wes. ”

Percy happily immediately took care of the teapot.

"By the way, there's something I've always wanted to tell you, Arthur."

At this time, Crouch's sharp gaze fell on Mr. Wesley, and as for Sirius Blake, who was sitting next to him, Crouch did not seem to notice him at all.

From this ignorance, it can be seen that Sirius's eucalyptus in the first place definitely dealt a big blow to him, otherwise he would not still be angry after so long of the incident.

Faced with this situation, Sirius, who had always been unruly, naturally did not give him a good face, snorted coldly, got up and got into the tent.

Crouch didn't care about this, and continued to pull Mr. Wesley and Bagman to talk about work.

By this time, Percy had already made a cup of tea, brought it and handed it to Crouch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Bagman asked cheerfully, "How's it going, have you been busy lately, Barty?" ”

"It's busy," Crouch said dryly, "it's not an easy task to organize and arrange the portkeys on the five continents, Ludo. ”

"I'm guessing you're all hoping this is over, right?" Mr. Wesley asked with a smile.

Ludo Bagman was taken aback.

"Oh no! How can it be? I've never been so happy...... Of course, it's not without hope in the future, isn't it, Barty? Well? After all, we have other events to organize. ”

Crouch raised an eyebrow at Bagman, as if upset that he had suddenly brought up the topic.

"We promise not to announce it until all the details—"

"Oh, the details!"

Bagman waved his hand disapprovingly, like a swarm of floaters.

"They signed, didn't they?

They agreed, didn't they?

They've got the relics ready, and I'm willing to bet you, the kids will know soon. I mean, it happened at Hogwarts—"

"Ludo, you should know that we need to meet the Bulgarians." Crouch interrupted Bagman harshly, "Thank you for the tea, Wes. ”

He shoved the teacup back into Percy's hand and waited for Ludo to get up.

Ludo struggled to his feet, gulping down his cup of tea, the gambling money tinking happily in his pocket.

"See you later!" He said, "You're on the top box with me – I'm the commentator for the game!" ”

He waved goodbye, Barty Crouch nodded his head, and both vanished.

"What's going on at Hogwarts this year, Dad?"

As soon as the two men left, Fred immediately asked curiously.

"What do they mean by that?"

"You'll find out soon." Mr. Wesley smiled but said nothing.

"It's a secret, and we won't know until the ministry decides to make it public." Percy said seriously, but the expression seemed more like "come and beg me".

George and Fred, of course, would not be relented, and they set their sights on Clarke, who knew that he was also well-informed, and must know something.

"What will it be?" George and Fred leaned up next to him and frantically asked, "Quick, quick, quick!" Tell us! What the hell is going on? ”

"Huh." Clark smiled, then pursed his lips and said nothing.

After that, no matter how Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the Wesley twins bombarded in turn, Clark was tight-lipped about it.

They were so angry that they wanted to pry Clarke's mouth open.

Time flew by, and as the afternoon passed, an emotion called excitement, like a cloud that could be touched, spread over the camp.

As dusk approached, even the already cool summer air seemed to be scorching again.

As the quiet night reigned like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards, the Ministry of Magic seemed compelled to succumb to the status quo and no longer stop the wizards from using magic.

So every few steps, a phantasmaged hawker would descend from the sky.

To be honest, Clark felt sorry for them when he looked at their swift casting speed, knowing that even many Aurors couldn't use this magic quickly in battle.

But the peddler was able to move around the crowd with trays and carts full of all sorts of oddities, and appeared in front of everyone who needed him.

"Boss, I want this!"

"Boss, I want that!"

Shouts rang out in the noisy crowd, and Ron had saved up a summer's pocket money for this moment.

Those gold gallons, silver sike, and copper nat have all been exchanged for souvenirs at this moment.

For example, a hat with a dancing shamrock, a large green rose-shaped badge, and a small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Victor Krum.

The tiny Krum could still walk around Ron's hand, frowning at the green badge above him.

Harry took a fancy to the binoculars in a small cart, filled with all sorts of weird knobs and turntables.

The wizard vendor who bought the goods enthusiastically sold them, and Harry, who couldn't resist the temptation, was very bold enough to buy two of them for twenty gold Galleons, one for himself and the other for Ron.

As for Clark, this thing has long been hanging around their necks.