Chapter 323: People Are Different, Camping (Transition, Jumpable)

Chapter 323: People Are Different, Camping (Transition, Jumpable)

Game day.

Harry felt like he had just laid down and had not slept for a while when Mrs. Weasley shook him awake.

"It's time to go, Harry, let's finish breakfast and set off."

Harry put on his glasses in a daze, walked out of Ronald's bedroom, and went downstairs to wash up.

Not only him, but the twins who were woken up by Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, looked like they hadn't had enough sleep at all. Fred even secretly slept for a while while brushing his teeth.

The sky outside was still dark. Harry opened the window and a cool breeze blew in, making him sober in an instant.

"What time is it now?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Three thirty." Fred also complained: "Do we have to go so early? Where are Bill and the others?"

"They can apparate, so they can sleep a little longer." Mrs. Weasley said as she placed breakfast in front of everyone.

"Damn it," George muttered, "Why can't we Apparate, just because of our damn age?"

"Yes, just because of his damn age." Mrs. Weasley put another piece of bread on his plate, "Honey, eat more, it's still early before noon.

George responded feebly, but Harry noticed the blind spot.

"Was the magic that Wayne came over yesterday the phantom wet form?"

"That's right." Ronald stuffed the whole egg into his mouth numbly and said vaguely.

"Then why doesn't Wayne have to take a test?"

Sirius, who was checking tickets with Mr. Weasley, paused.

"Harry, you have to know one thing, people are different."

"You can't look at Wayne the same way you would look at someone his own age. He should be the freest person in the wizarding world."

With that said, Sirius repackaged the tickets and put them in his pocket, "You should know the consequences of casting spells outside school, right?"

Harry nodded with lingering fear. During the summer vacation of his first year, Dobby just let things in the room float, and the letter from the Ministry of Magic arrived immediately.

The reason why Fudge didn't hold him accountable last year was because it was at the delicate stage when Sirius had just escaped from prison.

"But not Wayne, no one will care about him." Mr. Weasley added: "He has many friends in the Ministry of Magic and he seems to have a very special status in your Muggle society."

"Fudge would be crazy to want to put him in Azkaban."

Mr. Weasley's status in the Ministry of Magic is not high, but he can be regarded as a middle-level leader in the Legal Enforcement Department. He has good relationships with many people and has learned a lot of inside information.

The reason why Scrimgeour ended up like this is inseparable from this young man who usually seemed very kind.

"Mrs. Greengrass from the Department of Transportation is his mother-in-law." Sirius shrugged helplessly: "Who cares whether he passed the Apparation test or not?"

Harry and Ronald looked at each other and saw the envy in each other's eyes.

Then continue to eat honestly.

I can’t learn, I can’t learn

After eating, Mr. Weasley and Sirius led Harry and others out of the Burrow and walked toward the hills in the distance.

"Are we going to walk?" Harry asked.

"Of course not." Mr. Weasley smiled: "It's quite a distance from the village. We have to use the portkey to get there. It's a convenient and quick way, but it's not very comfortable.

"Then you need to prepare a lot of door keys." Sirius said.

This immediately touched Mr. Weasley's pain point, and he began to complain to everyone:

"About 100,000 people are coming to watch the World Cup. It took us a whole month just to find a suitable venue, and then to arrange all the known Muggle spells, which is another huge project. "

"The biggest problem is how to ensure that these 100,000 spectators arrive safely without being discovered by Muggles."

"Hundreds of portkeys have been arranged in the UK alone, and other continents...Merlin, some of my colleagues haven't been home for half a year, and they don't even know that their wives are pregnant."

"I thought everything was going to be over, but then..."

At this point, Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped and said no more.

"What comes next?" George asked curiously.

"I can't tell you this." Mr. Weasley smiled happily: "You will know it later. Believe me, it will be very interesting."

The more he acted like this, the more curious everyone became, but Mr. Weasley stopped continuing the topic and urged everyone to hurry up.

Everyone panted and climbed to the top of the mountain, and the sun gradually rose.

The surrounding clouds were dyed with a golden edge, and the moist air looked sparkling. However, no one was in the mood to appreciate such beautiful scenery because they were too tired.

Sirius handed Harry a handkerchief and motioned for him to wipe the sweat from his face.

"Here, Arthur! Come here, son, we're here!"

A voice came, and there were two tall figures on the other side of the mountain top.

One of the wizards with a brown beard was waving to them, holding a moldy boot in his other hand.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley smiled and walked over, followed by the others.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. I just found the door key." Amos Diggory raised the boots in his hand, but Cedric standing next to him was flirting with the twins.

"Have you brought anything?"

"nonsense."

"Where's Wayne?"

"He's not coming with us."

Regardless of whether the other party understood it or not, the three of them were just winking.

The three adults had also finished their greetings. Mr. Digory seemed to be very interested in Sirius and pulled him to chat for a few more words. It was only after Mr. Weasley reminded him that the time was almost up.

In order to facilitate management, the door keys in each place are arranged with specific usage times, such as use and arrival at the specified time, so as to avoid too many people coming at once and being uncontrollable.

Several people formed a circle and put their hands on their boots.

As Mr. Weasley's countdown ended, Harry only felt a hook hook around his navel, and his feet lifted off the ground and flew up. Then they flew forward like the wind, and finally landed heavily.

Ronald staggered and lay on top of him, and everyone else's hair was blown into chicken coops.

George and Fred laughed at each other's looks.

"Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain." A voice came to their ears. In front of them, stood two exhausted wizards with sullen faces.

"Zhang, good morning." Mr. Weasley said, handed over the boots, and then introduced to everyone:

"This is Mr. Zhang, the director of the Liaison Office of the International Magic Cooperation Department and one of the people in charge of this competition."

"Oh, he also has a daughter who goes to Hogwarts."

"Qiu?" The rare surname Zhang and Mr. Zhang's Chinese face made Ginny immediately think of who it was.

Hearing his daughter's name, Mr. Zhang, who had been working since last night, finally smiled: "Ginny, right? Qiu told me about you."

"Your camp is not far away, about a quarter of a mile away, and the camp manager is Mr. Roberts."

Mr. Weasley thanked him and walked in following Mr. Zhang's instructions.

After walking through the deserted swamp for about twenty minutes, they met the Roberts mentioned by Mr. Zhang. To Harry and the others' surprise, this man turned out to be a Muggle.

"Why doesn't the Ministry of Magic find a wizard to manage the camp?" George asked in surprise as a wizard skillfully descended from the sky and cleared Roberts' memory.

"Because this is his area of ​​responsibility."

Mr. Weasley glanced at Mr. Roberts with pity: "At that time, Crouch originally said that he would expel the Muggle first, but Fudge felt that he was too overbearing and kept him here."

Harry couldn't help but said: "It's better to drive people away."

Mr. Weasley smiled and said nothing more.

The political battles involved here are not suitable to be told to outsiders.

After paying the money, everyone went deep into the camp. There were already many hoods here, and they roughly became two bandits.

Although the wizards had tried their best to appear normal, some people still made mistakes. Some people installed chimneys on the top of the tents, some added a ceiling, and Harry even saw a luxurious tent in front of it. There were several snakes kept, and the owner of this tent was probably a Slytherin.

"Ah, here we are, this is ours!"

They came to the woods at the end of the field. There was an open space with a small sign on the ground that read "Wei Keli".

Opposite them is a larger piece of land with a sign that says 'Lawrence'.

"This place couldn't be better," said Mr. Weasley happily: "The course is on the other side of the woods, and it couldn't be any closer.'

He took off his backpack and excitedly took out the tent materials: "Magic is not allowed here, so we have to use Muggle methods to build the tent. Believe me, I have done a lot of research!"

"Me too, I've read the instructions." Sirius also became excited.

No matter what age a man reaches, he will always have great enthusiasm for assembly.

So Harry watched helplessly as they assembled the tent into a square, and there were still a lot of unused parts on the ground.

Mr. Weasley said with some embarrassment: "Maybe there is a mistake in some step, children, don't worry, let me study it.

...***............

"Dad!" George suddenly shouted: "We want to go out and look at other people's tents."

"Go, remember not to use magic, and don't run too far." Mr. Weasley waved his hand, his mind not on the two of them at all.

George and Fred smiled at each other and ran to the fork in the road where they had just separated from the Diggory family. Cedric had already been standing there waiting for them.

"Why did it come so slowly?" Xiao Sai complained.

"Dad set up the tent into a Rubik's Cube and couldn't help but look at it for a while."

When George said this, Cedric became curious and wanted to visit, but was stopped.

Making money matters.

Fred took out the dragon skin bag, emptied out the sales cart that contained it, and hung samples of various souvenirs on it for display.

"Why did Wayne ask us to shout yesterday?" Fred scratched his head and forgot the words for a moment.

George rolled his eyes at him, "I can't remember just two sentences, I'm sorry."

After that, he cleared his throat and shouted loudly:

"Take a look! Take a look! The best souvenirs from the World Cup. Whether you support Bulgaria or Ireland, you can find the product you like!"

“You can’t buy a galleon and you won’t suffer, you can’t buy a galleon and you can’t be cheated, but you can buy a precious memory!”

Soon interested wizards gathered around, pointing to the badge with the four-leaf clover mark and asked with interest:

"How much does the badge cost?"

"How much does a memory ball cost?"

Fred looked at George who was surrounded by customers with a snicker. Did he not remember?

He felt so embarrassed!

On the other side, Sirius and Mr. Weasley were sweating profusely.

The instruction manual said it was very simple, but once they started using it, they realized something was wrong...

This increasingly rounded sphere does not look like a tent.

Suddenly.

Phew!

A golden red fire suddenly appeared in the open space opposite them.

The fire light continued to rotate and spread, and finally turned into a whirlpool of flames. The movement was so loud that everyone nearby looked over.

Mr. Weasley and Sirius also stopped what they were doing.

In the center of the vortex, several figures suddenly appeared. Wayne waved his hand, and the flame vortex condensed into a ball again, and finally dissipated.

After seeing the combination of these people, Harry and others had subtle expressions.

They saw that Wayne was surrounded by young and beautiful girls, some they knew and some they didn't.

"Sirius, Mr. Weasley, are you planning to play a football game first?"

After bringing the girls over to say hello, Wayne looked at their masterpieces and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Yes." Mr. Weasley forced a smile: "I heard that Muggles have a sport called basketball, which is very interesting."

"That's right." Sirius nodded repeatedly, then looked at Sakura and Tomoyo and changed the topic.

"These two are your friends?"

Wayne introduced both parties to each other, and it was considered a simple acquaintance.

"Then you continue to play, and I will set up the tent first."

Mr. Weasley was very enthusiastic: "Go ahead and ask me if you don't understand anything."

The boy's mouth twitched.

He just said that because he was worried about the face of these two people. Doesn't Mr. Weasley think that he really understands...

Returning to his own site, Wayne took out the box and carried out the tent materials.

Originally, he wanted to put it together directly with magic, but Hermione, Astoria and the others insisted on experiencing it themselves, saying that this was the only way to have fun, so he had no choice but to follow the girls' wishes.

The campground was in full swing until almost noon, when tents were set up on both sides almost at the same time.

It's just that Wayne's is much more complicated and luxurious.

Harry's and theirs were just two ordinary shabby tents, while Wayne's tent not only looked big, but also had a fountain, faucet, and unfolded barbecue grill at the door.

Prepare a barbecue for lunch.

Ginny took one look and rebelled without hesitation, going over to help with the ingredients.

Wayne simply asked everyone to come over and help.

Charlie, Bill, and Percy also apparated to the scene and were assigned to chop wood and make a fire as soon as they arrived.

Percy was still wearing a suit, and those who didn't know it thought he was going to work, somewhat reluctantly.

But seeing that he was the only one with nothing to do, he could only bite the bullet and help Charlie.

The tendons that Charlie had developed in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary finally came into use, and he could easily split thick wood every time.

Suddenly, Percy saw a figure inadvertently, and immediately jumped up excitedly, running to Lu Jian to greet him.

"Mr Crouch at work!".