Hermione was worried at first.

She has seen a lot of car accidents, and the bloody scenes are almost one of the biggest shadows when she was a child.

But when the bike went up to the sky, Hermione realized that it was a very different experience from being on the ground.

Flying in the air, unbound by the road, and not worrying about losing control of their speed and colliding with others—Sirius was nearly two hundred meters away from them, and was riveting with all his might, clamoring to outdo Harry.

And there were no references, Hermione sat in the back seat, and couldn't see the dashboard, only the occasional white clouds rolling by, or a few owls that were scared by them.

She also couldn't feel how fast it was, there was a windproof spell on the bike, and she could only feel a gentle breeze blowing.

Flying in the air, Harry and Sirius were on par.

Approaching the camp, the two of them fell back to the ground and galloped down the road when no one was around—this time the Quidditch World Cup, the camp for wizards, was the property of ordinary people, and they had to behave a little more peacefully.

Even if he hadn't touched a motorcycle for more than a decade, Sirius's skills were still superb, and he couldn't match a novice like Harry, who had only been riding for more than a month.

Obviously carrying people, but in Sirius's hands, he was the only one on the motorcycle, pressing and offset, and cutting through the forest.

He pulled Harry five positions apart.

It was only after he had parked his bike, taken off his helmet, and struck a victorious posture that Harry slowly stopped beside him.

"Hey, Harry, I'll just say you're a little short." Sirius poked his hands excitedly, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, and when you go to school this year, I'll have to cross the Pacific Ocean once." ”

"Please don't take me with you." Lupin was lying on his motorcycle, weak.

Harry was expressionless: "Then Godfather, you have to think about the Ministry of Magic first, they will definitely be looking for trouble." ”

Sirius nodded earnestly, touching his chin in thought.

Hermione sighed, she was slightly better than Lupin, Harry was not as "brave" as Sirius, she drove properly, she was just a little white, not like Lupin who almost lost half her life.

Received by an ordinary man named Roberts, they received their number plates, which were tents that had been booked the previous day, as well as a floor plan of the camp.

The carnival of wizards is almost a disaster for ordinary people.

Roberts' face turned pale and his eyes were clouded, apparently a symptom of having been cast the Oblivion Charm several times.

Wizards like Sirius and Arthur who have some understanding of the ordinary world, after all, are a minority, and most of them have almost no understanding of ordinary people, and make so many ridiculous jokes that make Harry wonder if there is something wrong with these people's brains.

It's not good to use ordinary people's currency, but no matter which currency it is, the denomination is clearly written on it.

And wizards who don't wear good clothes.

Although there is indeed a gap between ordinary people's clothes and wizards' robes, Harry thinks that it should not be so big that a normal person can't tell the difference between skirts and pants, and even can't tell the difference between pajamas and normal clothes.

And, wizards who grew up in Great Britain all their lives can even wear South American styles, and say, "I'm sure Muggles wear it like that, I've seen it on their TV." ”

Their tent was on the edge of the camp, gold and red, with a huge griffin coat of arms, in stark contrast to the other colorful tents embroidered with the crests of the two Quidditch teams.

"It's a pity that Muggles watch, if only the lion could move." Sirius sighed.

"That's good." Harry walked in first.

The space inside the tent was much larger than it seemed from the outside, almost a small house, with four bedrooms for the four of them, two bathrooms, and a kitchen.

Harry and Hermione were busy.

They had flown for almost the whole night, and now they were hungry and needed to get some food.

Sirius and Lupin were cleaning outside, and although the house was clean, they had to find something to do, or they would really look like "incompetent adults" and have to take care of them with two children.

When dinner was over, they walked out of their tents.

Meet many acquaintances.

The Weasleys arrived, using the portkey, and it wasn't a pleasant ride, as you could tell from the two footprints on Ron's face.

Arthur introduced him to many people.

Cuthbert Mokridge, the head of the Elven Liaison Office, was very enthusiastic about Harry, and a wizard with horns on his head, Gilbert Wimple, was a member of the Experimental Spells Committee, and even though Harry was only a fourth-year wizard, he invited Harry to consider joining the Experimental Spells Committee when he graduated.

There were also a few memory cancellers, who were the busiest of the bunch, and even if they wanted to, they didn't have time to say hello to Harry.

and Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, who is even more passionate about Harry.

"Mr. Potter, I have long wanted to see you." Ludo opened his arms eagerly, "I've heard that you're an extremely good Seeker, and even some pros can't compare to you. ”

Harry took a step back, "I'm sorry, I don't have a hobby of hugging men. ”

Ludo withdrew his arm in embarrassment: "Do you want to consider becoming a professional Quidditch athlete in the future?" I used to be a hitter for the Wimbourne Hornets and was their celebrity, if you will."

"I love Quidditch." Harry replied tactfully, "But I didn't think of it as a career. ”

Ludo sighed, "That's a Quidditch pity. ”

"If you don't talk about that, do you want to have a game?"

His eyes and tone became as hot as his voice, and he waved his hand, revealing his true purpose.

"Play?" Harry was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Ludo stretched out his finger and gestured to represent money: "Just make a bet on the game, are you coming?" ”

"I've convinced a number of people, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, and Arthur, to come?"

He didn't even glance at Lupin.

"Then I'll have a Galleon, Ireland wins." Arthur hesitated, hesitated for a long time before he could say a word.

Ludo said in a disappointed tone: "A Galleon? ”

"Well, Arthur, one Galleon, Ireland wins." He waved his wand, quill in his notebook, and then turned to look at Harry and Sirius, "Do you want one, gentlemen?" ”

Sirius whispered to Fred and George, and after a long moment, he looked up and pulled out a bag of Galleons from his robe: "I'll give you two hundred Galleons!" ”

Ludo's eyes lit up.

Sirius continued: "Ireland will win, but Victor Krum will catch the Golden Snitch. ”

Ludo was stunned for a moment, and his tone became more enthusiastic: "Mr. Black, I have to warn you, this is almost impossible, although I can give you very high odds, how about six times what do you think?" ”

"No problem." Sirius replied, "We're confident. ”

He pulled Fred and George.

Arthur's face was slightly ugly: "Sirius, you shouldn't listen to two children"

"They're not kids anymore!" Sirius shook his head, "They're smart, and they're great Quidditch athletes, I trust them." ”

Fred exclaimed, "Dad, we have our own ideas, and Mr. Black is not alone in the money. ”

"We're halfway there." George said, suddenly, thinking of something, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Harry, "Of course, we didn't take the money from the Weasley Joke Workshop, we earned it after selling fireworks, and it belonged to the two of us." ”

Harry nodded.

Arthur lowered his voice: "It's not easy for you to make money, it's only that."

"Arthur, don't be so upset, it's just a game." Ludo shook his head and grinned at Arthur, "So Mr. Potter, do you want to be happy?" ”

Harry decisively refused: "No. ”

"Really? You may be able to bet on Bulgaria, but Krum is not inferior to your Seeker. Ludo bewitched.

Harry continued to shake his head.

Ludo didn't try to persuade him any more, and Sirius on the side was already baring his teeth.

They then talked a lot.

Ludo was looking for Barty Crouch, director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, an excellent wizard who could speak more than 200 languages, and a witch named "Bertha Jorkins", whom Ludo was somewhat unhappy with.

He doesn't mind his men fishing in troubled waters.

But at such an important moment as the Quidditch World Cup, this witch disappeared, and the sports department did not have many manpower, as soon as she disappeared, other jobs had to be piled up on others, although this witch with a not very bright brain, it is common to disappear.

This shocked Harry.

Can a Ministry of Magic official disappear often, out of service?

And listening to Ludo, his punishment for this Bertha Joakins is only a few words of scolding at most.

Hermione was also shocked.

No wonder there is always a problem with the Ministry of Magic, how good can it be with such a system.

It wasn't until Ludo was called away that they were able to make time to continue visiting the camp, the Weasleys weren't as short of money as they used to be, Charlie and Bill were very good, and their salaries were high enough to support their families.

Percy also officially became a member of the Ministry of Magic this year, although he was only a small clerk, but he had a salary of his own.

George and Fred were the richest of the family, and their joke workshop was very popular, and in just one month, they made a net profit of three hundred Galleons, even if they had to give Harry a share, they also had hundreds of Galleons in their hands.

Ron and Ginny get two older brothers, twenty Galleons each.

I bought a lot of team memorabilia, binoculars for watching the game, and figurines of the figures.

Ron carefully held Krum's model, his eyes burning.

This always made Harry and Hermione think of something.

(End of chapter)