Harry didn't have time to pay attention to Mr. Weasley's show-offs, he stared at the wide lawn in front of him, his eyes bulging out in surprise!

There were about a few thousand neat tents on the lawn in front of me, arranged in dozens of rows, all the way to the edge of the jungle in the distance. Most of the tents were nothing special, and apparently their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents in order not to attract attention.

However, some of them accidentally overdo it, and add chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes to make it indecent. However, the closer you get to the jungle border, the more special the tents become, and many of them have a strong regional or magical style at first glance.

There were people in the middle of the tent, and the style of the wizards' clothing was not British at first glance, and after a moment of divine effort, Harry heard at least three different languages.

In addition to the spectators who came here to watch the game, there were also many people doing business, and there were many vendors pushing around with carts like the old ladies selling pies and chocolates on the Hogwarts train, shouting and shouting!

"That's amazing, Arthur!"

Sirius exclaimed heartily,

"The Ministry of Magic can do something decent once in a while, you've built a city here, and speaking of which, have you counted how many people come back to watch the game?"

"I heard him say when I got the tickets from Ludona that the competition team probably sold a total of more than 100,000 tickets, and I think those who got the tickets should not choose to give up to watch the game, so. I don't think it will be less than 100,000 people! ”

100,000 people!

Not to mention Harry, even the Weasley children, who were born and raised in the wizarding world, were speechless in astonishment.

"I never thought there were so many wizards!" Harry said confusedly.

"There's more to wizarding than Hogwarts, kids—"

Mr. Weasley said with a smile, and then, he looked at the sun, which had fully risen over the horizon, and clapped his hands,

"Come on, boys, the game starts in the evening, we've got a whole day to see the page, we're going to have to pitch our tents, and then oh, make a fire, it's all in the Muggle way, that's what the Ministry of Magic does!"

The rules of the Ministry of Magic were obviously not good here, because Harry saw a few dark-skinned wizards not far away who were spewing out a large stream of purple magic fire with their wands. Harry knew Mr. Weasley's style, he was very curious about the Muggle way of life, and it was probably more fun for him to try the Muggle life than a Quidditch match!

"The tent won't have to be a stretch, Arthur—"

Sirius said gently,

"A week ago, I asked Kreacher, the house-elf who served Blake, to set up a tent here, and Remus should have been here last night and should be waiting for us now!"

"Oh, what?"

Sirius's words were a bolt from the blue for Mr. Weasley, and he was visibly disappointed,

"Okay. But there are so many of us that you are sure you don't need me to put up another tent? ”

"I'm sure the tent that Arthur and Kreacher brought with me was my father's life, and it probably could make twenty trolls live comfortably in it, and we people are not a problem at all."

Harry snickered as Sirius clearly didn't know enough about Mr. Weasley.

The leader became Sirius, and after discerning the direction, he led them down the hill where they stood.

Breakfast is the custom of most wizards around the world, many wizards come out of their tents and light a fire in front of the door to cook, Harry walks past the place where a large cluster of purple fire has just emerged, and finds the African wizards roasting rabbits with magical flames.

A group of middle-aged American witches leave a vendor's cart, each with a bunch of chocolate frogs and Bibi flavored beans in their arms.

"There's jelly slugs and exploding gummies—" Ginny said to Hermione after a sudden pause, "let's go buy some." ”

So, everyone stopped and waited for the two girls.

Harry's eyes followed the group of American women who had just passed in front of them, and found them entering several high-topped tents with gleaming banners flying between them: Salem Witch Academy. From time to time, there were young wizards about their age or younger who came and went between several tents.

"They're not from Hogwarts?"

"They're not from Hogwarts?"

Harry blurted out, but he immediately realized that he had said something stupid, and the banner on the tent was already clearly written.

"There's more to magic than Hogwarts, Harry--"

Sirius put his arm on Harry's shoulder, and he obviously understood why Harry was so surprised, and said with a smile,

"There are schools of witchcraft and wizardry all over the world, and there are seven that are as famous as Hogwarts, and there are seven that are recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards, and the rest are either too small, or have very strict admission requirements, and don't like to be famous, so there is no way to count how many there are."

"Bill used to have a pen pal and went to a school in Brazil, and that was many years ago. He wanted to go on an exchange trip, but his parents couldn't afford to pay that much, and he wrote that he couldn't go, and the pen pal got angry and sent Bill a hat with a curse, which made both of his ears wrinkle. ”

Ron said casually.

"Ahem--"

Mr. Weasley coughed twice and explained awkwardly,

"Your mom and I thought at the time. It's not safe, Bill didn't even know the details of that person, what if he was deceived, it would be Bill is not an adult. ”

Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley's ears were red, which meant that he was under pressure at the moment, exactly like Ron.

"Let's go!"

The two girls came back with a bouncing of snacks, not only jelly slugs and popping gummies in their arms, but also many unnamed snacks in addition to the ones Harry was familiar with, and she divided them among everyone, Harry got a piece of bubble gum, and after chewing it a few times, the sudden expansion of the bubble propped up his head the size of the original two, making everyone laugh.

"That's a good idea!"

George stared at Harry's head with gusto, while Ginny was scrambling to find the bubblegum wrapper to see if it could somehow help Harry's head get back to normal.

"Looks like some kind of Transfiguration Charm—"

Sirius said kindly, and he comforted Ginny, who was about to cry in a hurry,

"It's okay, Ginny, Remus is waiting for us in the tent, he's very good at dealing with these little tricks, ah, right there, I think I saw him, oh, how unlucky"

Sirius's words were strange to everyone, and Harry looked over with his big head and saw Remus at a glance, and at the same time, he saw a special tent. The tent was so extravagant that it resembled a small palace with a few live peacocks tied to it at the entrance.

"Oh-"

Mr. Weasley also reacted, and he said with a calm face,

"The Malfoys' tent."

"What!"

Harry paused, his face frightened. His big head hadn't been eliminated yet, and if his biggest rival at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy, saw him embarrassed, needless to say, Malfoy would have no shortage of material to laugh at him for the next school year.

Harry tried to get out of the way, but it was too late, they were close enough to the tent, and it happened that Draco came out of the tent to find out who his mother was talking to, it was completely instinctive, and he caught a glimpse of Harry with the big head.

The look in Draco's grey eyes was confused for a moment, but then, the taunt on the corner of his mouth made Harry's heart sink in his heart.

Draco's mother was about to scold him for going into the tent and not showing his head, there was a dangerous werewolf outside, but after seeing her son's sneering face, she looked over and immediately spotted Sirius walking towards him with an expressionless face, so his already cold face became even more stiff... (End of chapter)