Chapter 198: do whatever you want

Chapter 198: do whatever you want

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"Roast whole beef is ready."

Youmengyu's flat and soft voice sounded in the tent, and a group of people rushed out of the room happily.

The freshly roasted whole cow is constantly exuding fragrance around, and from time to time, the surrounding tent owners come to ask for two pieces, or exchange some food.

However, a group of people politely rejected the food handed over by outsiders. With friends like twins around, a group of dog children are extra vigilant about things sent by outsiders...

As the whole camp wakes up, everyone can often see some familiar people, Hogwarts students or their families.

Maybe it's because Iger's popularity is so good, or it's because Iger is more talented, and many people move closer to a group of people consciously or unintentionally.

"Do you know? I just became a substitute for Puddlemere United!" Wood said to everyone in a suppressed voice of excitement.

"Three minutes of silence for you, you're still a captain at Hogwarts..." Fred exclaimed.

"Yeah, how about you get relegated back? We can give you the captaincy back." George echoed.

"I think you should go to the Artillery Team..." Ron muttered regretfully: "Their uniforms look very similar to our Gryffindor uniforms, orange..."

"Oh... Come on, the Artillery team has only won twenty-one UEFA Cups, while the Puddlemere team has won twenty-two!" Wood hurriedly defended his new team.

"Look, give this guy a Quaffle and he can sell himself..." Fred shrugged.

In the distance, Ernie McLaggen waved in the direction of a group of people, and Iger also waved to him, but his eyes passed Ernie and looked at Qiu Zhang not far behind him.

Qiu Zhang glanced at Iger, smiled embarrassedly, waved to Iger secretly, and hurriedly dragged his friend beside him away.

Hermione's face was a little dark... Elsa on the side laughed out loud.

The light of the bonfire shone on Iger, and he stretched out his hand and gently placed it in front of the bonfire. Iger avoided Hermione's interrogating gaze like a good baby.

Not far away, a group of teenagers pointed at Iger, and from time to time there was a sound of laughter.

Iger smiled helplessly, it seems that his horns and tail are more attractive...

"They're so rude..." Hermione frowned.

"Who are they?" Harry turned to look at Hermione.

"I don't know where the students of the magic school are, after all, there are magic schools all over the world..." Iger shrugged, not caring at all.

Harry suddenly realized that the only foreign magic school he knew so far was Kunlun Hall. At this time, when he knew that there were many foreign schools, he suddenly felt a little stupid...

Adolescents have a sense of insignificance and inferiority when they really come into contact with this wonderful world, and Harry is probably in this mood at this time.

Perhaps because the tent was too central, there were always officials from the Ministry of Magic coming and going around a group of people, who greeted Iger and Mr. Weasley enthusiastically every time they passed by.

Say hello to Mr. Weasley because he's friendly, say hello to Iger because he's rich...

For example, the people from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, Iger will send them a lot of Jin Galleon every year to ensure that he can raise whatever he wants, until he brings back four fire dragons from abroad...

The oil and water in this sector have become extraordinarily rich this summer...

Or the people from the Auror Command, who can't be more familiar...

Not to mention the Wizengamot crowd...

Every year, Iger will give them a large sum of gold to ensure that no matter what happens in the future, he will be able to stay on his own. Of course, the devil's things are not so easy to take. If they dare to eat inside and out in the future, Iger will kill them without any burden.

This is the use of money, Iger felt that he should not be charged with bribery like this...

Mr. Weasley rambled about introducing the people in the department to Harry and Hermione. Hermione listened carefully. In her opinion, these people might be her subordinates in the future...

"It's strange, how old Ludo looks so restless, he will definitely be the first to rush over as usual." Arthur looked at Bagman, who was trembling in pajamas in the distance, with some puzzlement.

Beside Iger, the twins grinned wickedly, as if thinking of something interesting.

A wizard suddenly Apparated by the bonfire in front of Iger, seemingly startled by the bonfire.

The visitor was wearing a spotless wide suit and tie, his short black hair was meticulously groomed, he also had a Japanese-like moustache, and his leather shoes were polished.

"Mr. Crouch!" Percy stood up excitedly, looking like he was out of breath. He leaned over and made a bow, looking like a hunchback.

Iger didn't like Percy's dog-leg appearance very much. He looked instinctively upset. This guy has a big desire for power, and he really doesn't look like someone from the Weasleys.

Look at the other brothers in the Weasley family. Although Bill is in Gringotts, his private life is very exciting, not to mention Charlie, a dragon player...

The twins run a prank shop, as for Ron...maybe a figurine in the future...

"Oh..." Crouch looked at Percy in surprise: "Hello, Weatherby..."

"Pfft..." The twins laughed and sprayed out the tea, Percy's face flushed red, pretending to bury his head in fiddling with the teapot.

Iger doesn't look like the twins' smirks, he thinks it's very rude.

So he just laughed out loud...

"Hahahahaha"

Demonic laughter as if Mrs. Granger Apparated here...

Crouch didn't say much to Iger and the group of young people, and hurriedly dragged Mr. Weasley to talk about the import of the magic carpet. Looks very busy.

Facts have also proved that he is indeed very busy. Iger has just heard that the Ministry of Magic has organized the key to the five continents for this Quidditch World Cup...

What a huge project...

"Okay, I'm also going to see those Bulgarians. Those people have a lot of trouble. Of course, there will be a lot of troublesome activities in the future, right, Mr. Morrissey." Crouch said unsmilingly, quickly. Step left.

"Huh? Oh..." Iger nodded perfunctorily with a piece of roast beef in his mouth.

"what activity?"

Crouch left under Percy's excited eyes. As soon as he left, the twins couldn't wait to get together and stared at Iger.

"You'll find out soon." Mr. Weasley laughed.

"This is a secret. We won't know until the Ministry decides to make it public." Percy said solemnly: "Mr. Crouch and Iger are right not to leak the secret easily."

"Oh, come on, shut up Weatherby..." Fred sneered, and Percy's forehead flushed again.

As the afternoon passed, an emotion called excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud, and at dusk, even the silent summer air seemed to be quivering in anticipation, when the night was like As a curtain loomed over thousands of eagerly awaiting wizards, and the last traces of disguise disappeared, the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to some inevitable compulsion to turn its back on people and allow those who clearly used magic. Signs are popping up everywhere.

"It's long overdue..." Charlie said with a sigh of relief: "Dad, he has already struck out six boxes of matches, just to start a bonfire..."

As night fell, people began to head towards the arena. Every few steps, apparitioned hawkers descended from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts filled with all kinds of bizarre gadgets.

Glowing rose-shaped badges - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria, Ron decisively bought two different colors and pinned the gorgeous red and green to his chest.

"I thought you didn't like the Bulgarian team." Hermione looked at Iger in surprise and bought a red badge.

"Yeah, but I hate green more..." Iger muttered, and bought two green badges for Hermione and Elsa...

"Look at this green hat, does it look good? There are clovers on it." Iger said to Hermione with a smile.

"It's pretty." Hermione nodded.

Iger picked up the hat and put it on Hermione's head, completely ignoring the strange gaze of You Mengyu beside him.

"Is there a problem?" Hermione turned to look at You Mengyu suspiciously.

"It's nothing... Just be happy..." You Mengyu's voice was flat, it's better to have less than one thing, she took other people's hands short, not to mention she also took 40% of the shares and a house, this short hand even lost her arms...

"Oh... I saved pocket money for the summer just for these." Ron said to Harry while buying souvenirs. He wore a green hat on his head, the clover on top of the green hat was swaying in the wind, and he held a hand in his hand. Wearing a small figure of Viktor Klum.

Krum's little figurine walked back and forth in Ron's hands, frowning and staring at the green badge on the other side of Ron's chest.

"There's a pair of binoculars there!" Harry exclaimed, rushing to a stall.

"Panoramic binoculars!" said the wizard peddler enthusiastically. "You can replay the picture...or in slow motion, and of course, if you need to, you can quickly flash an analysis of the game situation."

"How much?" Iger asked simply and straightforwardly, not interested in listening to his nonsense.

"One price, ten Galleons." The hawker raised his finger.

"If only I didn't buy a hat." Ron held the green hat on his head regretfully and looked at the binoculars on the booth greedily.

"It's okay, put your hat on." Iger turned his head to look, there were about twenty green hats behind him. Besides himself and You Mengyu, even Emily wore one...

"We want it all." I took out a money bag and threw it to the peddler. Iger waved his hand: "One for one!"

The cheers of Fred and George suddenly came from behind.

"I guessed it." Fred laughed.

Ron was a little embarrassed, he was always a little sensitive about this.

Harry didn't see it at all. As a rich second generation, he was not bad at all, just a little favor. He immediately picked up a telescope and stuffed it into Ron's hands.

Fortunately, Iger bought one for everyone, and Ron was not too sensitive.

He also understands Iger's approach, after all, this fellow is too rich...

Harry would be embarrassed to buy something for Ron, but Iger wouldn't feel too bad buying him, after all...

Turning his head and looking at it, his brother and sister didn't say anything, and even brought Mr. Weasley to take a fight.

"Don't be embarrassed." Mr. Weasley patted Ron on the shoulder lightly. "The only person at the Ministry of Magic who doesn't accept Iger as a bribe is me..."

Ron: "???"

Are the two related? By the way, where did your pride come from?

The deep and deep sound of the gong rang in the distance, and the red and green lanterns of thousands of battles were blooming on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"Time's up..." Iger grinned: "Let's go!"

Mr. Weasley led the way, and a group of people, clutching small items they had just bought, walked briskly into the woods in the direction lit by the lantern.

Hearing the thousands of dense footsteps around and the excited shouts of the crowd, Iger grinned: "It feels like a city surrounded by zombies..."

"Zombie? What is that?" Charlie turned his head curiously.

"A Muggle film culture." Iger said simply.

Mr. Weasley immediately became excited when he heard the words: "What's the matter with that movie? To be honest, I wanted to see it for a long time..."

Iger was a little helpless: "If Aunt Molly doesn't mind, I can give you a TV and a DVD player another day..."

"Really? Great, thank you so much." Mr. Weasley was very happy.

Although he was the only Ministry of Magic official who would not accept Iger's bribe, he had never been resistant to these Muggle objects.

Even the old guy codified the law for the Ministry of Magic left a hole for himself...

A group of people walked in the woods for about 20 minutes and came out from the other end of the woods. They found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium. At first glance, Iger thought he had returned to China.

In front of the stadium and the bird's nest supported by metal iron frames are a bit bumpy...

"At a cursory glance, it's about the size of ten cathedrals..." Harry muttered softly.

"A hundred thousand spectators," said Mr. Weasley.

Iger nodded, the bird's nest did not run away...

"The five hundred staff of the Ministry of Magic have been working on this for a whole year, and every inch of the land has been put on the Muggle Expelling Charm. During this year, whenever a Muggle approached here, they would suddenly think of a hundred thousand urgent. Things, hurried away... God bless them." Mr. Weasley looked kind.

Iger gave Mr. Weasley a strange look. This is another wizard who believes in God...

God, it's really not easy for the old man, I'm afraid that there is no quick-acting heart-saving pill at home...

"First-class tickets!" The Ministry of Magic wizard at the entrance looked at the tickets in their hands and smiled: "Top box, keep going upstairs, Arthur, go to the top."

"Thanks to Viktor, the ticket he gave us is also the top floor." Harry whispered to Iger.

Iger was noncommittal, he could wrap the top layer if he wanted, but Iger still thanked Krum a little in his heart.

"It's nothing. Originally, my father was going to take me to the special seat." Draco raised his chin and seemed to be disrespectful: "Sit in the same box with the minister."

"I don't want you to show off Draco like this outside." Lucius's slow voice sounded behind him, his eyes fixed on his son.

If you're smart, you'll know that it's not wise to stress my relationship with Fudge in front of Iger...

A little embarrassed, he smiled at Iger, and Lucius left slowly, without saying hello to Mr. Weasley from beginning to end.

Of course, Mr. Weasley didn't seem to mind either, and he seemed to be thankful that Lucius didn't bother him...

"Then you should go sit up with your dad." Ron gave Draco an impatient look.

Draco snorted and stopped talking. With the current relationship, as long as it doesn't involve showing off wealth, or the dispute between the Lion House and the Snake House, Harry and Ron can still get along with Malfoy. And usually the relationship is pretty good.

But when it comes to the issue of position, several people will tear it apart mercilessly...

A group of people walked towards the stairs above the stadium, all the way to the top stairs, and found a small box, which was located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts. There were more than 20 purple and gold-plated boxes in the box. The seats are divided into two rows front and rear.

"Are we a bit too many?" Mr. Weasley looked awkwardly at the group of dogs behind him, from twelve to over two hundred years old... A group of dogs stared at Mr. Weasley.

God, why didn't I notice when there were so many kids around me when I came out?

Hell, I knew I would have to beg Molly too...

Glancing over the twins, Mr. Weasley looked at Iger, Hermione and the other group of dogs, his head buzzing.

In the box at this time, the seven Weasley brothers and sisters, Iger, Harry, Draco, Hermione, Aisha, You Mengyu, Luna and Emily, finally ran from home to join the camp The Simodian and Neville trio in...

A total of eighteen dolls...

God, how can this be seen...

"You've already arrived? It's great." Remus walked in from the door: "I've bought a lot of things from the theater, I'm really busy, the two of you should come and help..."

The twins hurriedly accompanied the smiling faces and dragged Remus to sit down.

Thank goodness you came at the right time...

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly gathered everyone to sit down.

"Enough space." Iger saw Mr. Weasley's concerns, and with a wave of his hand, the originally small box suddenly doubled in size.

"Thank you, boy..." Mr. Weasley laughed. "You guys sit first."

Iger nodded took out a reclining chair in the box from his arms, and fell on it leisurely...

Mr. Weasley: "..."

Nima's... It's nice to have money...

"Hey, there's no roof, what if it rains?" Draco muttered complainingly, as if he didn't like open roofs very much.

"You reminded me..." Iger waved casually, and there was another roof in the box.

"Think about it, what else is there, or who has left something at home. Before the game starts, I'm still in the mood to help you get it." Iger looked at everyone cheerfully.

Crowd: ...

The strength really does whatever it wants...

(Two days ago, I had a big chat with the editor in charge. He wanted me to get back the passion I had just started, because the plot has been very dull recently. After a few days of adjustment, I finally adjusted it. I apologize for the status, and please support me a lot. Thank you, there is no charge if the number of characters above is less than 200.)