Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Harry was a little surprised that no matter how old they were, there were still so many of them. He bent down and opened the curtain with curiosity.

There are three rooms in the tent. The difference from the tent I went to Egypt before is that although this tent looks a little smaller, it is more cozy.

"We won't stay here long, let's just make do." Mr. Weasley took out a pot from the bag on the side, "Louis, Harry, come here and help me."

"We need water. Can you go get some water with Ron and Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked in a pleading tone. "The others will come with me to find firewood. There should be a lot around here."

"But we have a stove, why not use it..."

"Because we can't attract the attention of Muggles, Ron." Mr. Weasley explained, "You should know what will happen if Muggles find out. Moreover, I have seen Muggles do this when they are camping. There’s a fire outside.”

Ron muttered a little, seeming dissatisfied with the work assigned by his father.

Louis took the kettle and pushed Ron and Harry out of the tent together. The sun had just risen from the camp, and the strong sunlight blew away the heavy fog. They could finally see the overall appearance of the camp clearly.

The owners of the tents had tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, adding chimneys, bells, or weather vanes. However, it was all too obvious that there were tents everywhere, and halfway there, there was an overly extravagant, artificial creation, hung with strips of silk, like a palace. There are also several live peacocks tied around the entrance. Soon they passed a three-story tent with several turrets; a few meters ahead, there was a tent with a garden in front, including a basin, a sundial and a fountain.

"It's too exaggerated. Dad still wants us to live like Muggles, but these wizards don't follow the rules." Ron complained as he walked.

"Okay, Ron, what they do is their business." Hermione interjected, "We just have to do our own thing. At least we can reduce the risk."

"Hermione is right, but do you know where the water point is?"

"Look at the map, Louis." Harry opened the map Mr. Weasley gave him and put his four heads together.

"About here, there is a faucet here." Ron pointed at the marked point on the map with sharp eyes, "On the other side of the wilderness."

They searched according to the instructions on the map, and the wizards around them all got up one after another. This was the first time Harry saw so many non-British foreign wizards. They were dressed in different shapes, and some even wore high hats to cover themselves extremely tightly.

They also saw the extremely excited little wizards running around on toy broomsticks. One of the four or five-year-old little wizards was poking bugs on the ground with a wand. His mother hurriedly ran out of the tent and snatched the child's wand.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin, that you are not allowed to touch your father's wand."

Louis shook his head. Children's playful and curious nature will never change, but the wand is indeed too dangerous for a four or five-year-old child.

"Um, why do I feel like my eyes are turning green?" Ron rubbed his eyes.

Not only Ron was so, but even Louis was shocked by the green in front of him. They walked into a tent camp, surrounded by clovers.

"Hey, Louis, Harry." Someone seemed to call them, it was a Quidditch player from Gryffindor House, and beside him was his mother.

"Nice decoration, isn't it?" he asked, and Louis returned the greeting to them.

"Which team do you support? It can't be Bulgaria." The red-haired mother stared at them, but she was only willing to let them go when Harry and the others promised that they would support Ireland.

"It's terrible, but the shamrock is also the hallmark of the Irish team." Ron explained after bidding farewell to the Gryffindor student.

"What will it be like over there in Bulgaria?" Hermione was a little curious.

"Why don't we go take a look."

Ever since, the four-person team sneaked to the other side of the camp, where supporters of the Bulgarian team gathered.

Unlike the Irish team, they did not decorate the tent with large plants, but instead plastered the outside with Bulgaria's only superstar.

"Oh, God, it's Krum," Ron whispered.

"What?"

"Victor Krum, the picture they used to decorate it with, Bulgaria's greatest Seeker."

For any fan, Victor Krum has a fatal attraction, not only because of his powerful strength, but also the unique rugged, bold and handsome face of the Nordics.

But Louis didn't notice what Ron was saying. His eyes were attracted by the girl next to a red tent.

The girl wore white hair and looked like a lady. She seemed to notice Lewis's gaze, turned her head, and immediately waved to him excitedly.

Hermione seemed to feel something strange about Louis, and following his gaze, she also spotted the girl.

"Go see her. Just leave the task of fetching water to the three of us." Hermione pushed Louis and nodded at him with a half-smile.

Under the watchful eyes of several friends, Louis finally came to the girl. However, he didn't know how to speak, but he didn't dare to look at her when he met the person he was thinking about.

"It seems that you have kept your promise." The girl's smart voice reached his eardrums, "I'm really afraid that I won't be able to find you among so many people."

"It was alright along the way. I see you came with the Weasleys."

"I just arrived this morning. When did you come here?"

"The day before yesterday, dad specially chartered a special car." The girl replied, "This place is still too remote, but in order to prevent Muggles from discovering it..."

"Astoria!" Before the girl could finish speaking, another somewhat angry girl appeared behind her.

The girl looked slightly older than her, but they looked alike, and it was obvious at first glance that they were biological sisters.

"Okay, you sneaked here to play behind my back, dad won't let you go far."

"Daphne." Astoria said with a helpless tone, "I'm almost suffocated in the tent these days."

But Daphne didn't listen to her excuse. Instead, she looked at the person Astoria was talking to.

"I recognize you," Daphne said, "The one from Gryffindor, right? The Muggle-born one, what's his name, Louis Wiggins."

"Hello, my subordinate is defeated." Louis didn't care about the sarcasm in Daphne's tone, but responded politely. He had a chance encounter with Daphne Greengrass at last year's Fight Club.

"You?!" Daphne was a little angry. That game could be said to be her highlight of humiliation. She actually lost to a student who was a grade younger than herself.

"Hmph, a Muggle born is a Muggle born after all. It's just that I'm surprised that someone like you can actually get a ticket to the Quidditch World Cup finals."

"Sister." Astoria pulled her, a little dissatisfied in her tone. After all, Louis was her friend, so her behavior seemed inappropriate.

"I'm just helping you identify people, Astoria." Daphne said earnestly, "You've been repeating this name all the time. Dad also said that he wanted to see him, but you have to know that we can't talk to Muggles. Bloodline wizard correspondence.”

Astoria blushed a little, but at the same time she also knew that Muggle blood was always a hurdle, and I'm afraid it would be difficult for her father.

"You said, Mr. Greengrass wants to see me?" Lewis caught the key point of Daphne's words.

"Yes, I came here to remind you this time." Daphne looked at him, "You happen to be here, why don't you come back to the tent with us and put an end to the matter between you and Astoria."

"Don't you dare, Wiggins."