Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 457 I am your younger brother

 After Kangna arrived, it was natural for her to join the team.

A group of people pushed the cart and walked among the crowded tents. They each picked something to wear on their bodies to attract everyone's attention.

 Business is pretty good.

During this period, Kyle also took the opportunity to ask Kreacher something about Regulus, but he couldn't explain clearly. He just choked and said that Master Regulus was becoming more and more like what he was before.

 “I think it’s almost time to get better.” Kyle thought to himself.

 …

There are more and more people on the field.

“After working hard all summer, it was finally not in vain.” Fred looked at the half-empty fireworks box and wiped the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction.

By noon, a few hungry people had already pushed the cart to the end of the venue.

George looked around and whispered: "Where is it... Didn't Li Qiaodan say it's nearby?"

 He was looking for the location of the Weasley family's camp.

I was running in such a hurry that I forgot to ask them about the location of the tent. Fortunately, I met Li Jordan, a classmate of Hogwarts and the school's Quidditch commentator.

  He told Fred that he had seen Harry and their sister in the woods beside the field before.

 Then a few people found this place.

 It was almost noon now, and they planned to continue after lunch.

"Oh, over there..." Looking around, Cedric suddenly pointed to the tent in the open space not far away. Harry and Ron had just walked out of it carrying a pot.

On the other side of the tent was Mr. Weasley, who was fiddling with a pile of firewood.

"Oh...why did it disappear again? I remember Hermione did this before."

 He lay on the ground and kept blowing on the firewood that had been extinguished long ago. His whole person looked ashen.

“Dad, what are you doing?” Fred walked over and asked doubtfully, “Did you forget your wand at home?”

“Don’t forget to pay attention to Muggle safety regulations.” Mr. Weasley stood up and rubbed his sore neck from tilting his head all the time.

“I think we’ll have to wait a while before lunch.” George muttered behind him, “Dad likes this rule so much.”

"Where have you been?" Mr. Weasley did not hear his words and stood up and asked, "Why did it take you so long to come back? I thought you were lost."

“It’s like feeling the atmosphere of the World Cup in advance.” Fred said, “The wizards here are so enthusiastic.”

 “Well, everyone has been looking forward to the World Cup...” Mr. Weasley said.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed the unfamiliar face behind Fred.

 “I think you must be Connor,” he asked.

　　"Connor Prince!" Connor said quickly: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley."

"Me too, kid." Mr. Weasley said, "Come in, I've borrowed a tent big enough this time, and you can choose your own room.

But lunch may have to wait a while, I have to find a way to get these... Oh, who are you! "

Mr. Weasley turned around, only to find that a house elf had appeared behind him.

 And the firewood that he had been tinkering with for a long time without any movement was now burning brightly.

"Sorry, Mr. Weasley," Connor said, "He is Kreacher. I brought him here. He didn't know there were safety regulations to protect against Muggles!"

"Okay, it doesn't matter..." Mr. Weasley looked a little disappointed, but he still said: "Our tent is at the very back. Even if we occasionally use magic, Mr. Roberts will not notice it..."

What a pity, he felt like he would learn to use matches soon.

 But now that the problem of lighting the fire has been solved, we can’t put it out and start over.

Mr. Weasley placed a pot on the firewood and carefully adjusted its position. He originally wanted to cook some stew and have a meal, but Kreacher had already consciously picked up the spoon and looked up at him from the side.

Mr. Weasley felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He felt inexplicably like he was stealing someone else's job, so he subconsciously gave up his current position.

Kreacher walked over naturally and started playing with the stew pot.

"All right…"

Mr. Weasley stepped back. He looked at Connor who was hesitant to speak, and took the initiative to say: "It's good to have a house elf to help from time to time... At least we don't have to go to the game hungry."

 Obviously, he has a clear understanding of his own cooking skills.

 At this time, other people who went to fetch water also came back.

As soon as Percy saw Fred and George, he started scolding them for running around.

"You are causing trouble to Dad again." He said pretendingly, "And you will also affect the work of other people in the ministry. It's best to be quiet. If I find out what tricks you are trying to do, I will..."

 “Points from us?” Fred said, feigning fear, “But we’re not at Hogwarts now.”

 “And you’re not the student union president anymore.” George said.

 “Not even a prefect…”

 The two laughed.

But Bill noticed the trolley parked aside.

 He picked up a firework and threw it out.

"boom!"

 The fireworks exploded, and a huge four-leaf clover suddenly appeared in the air.

"So it's you..." he said with a smile, "My friend Baku told me that he bought some interesting gadgets, and the price was not expensive. But when I came to find them, you had already left."

Upon hearing this, Fred immediately became interested and said, "Do you need it? Two sieges each, ten and one galleons."

 “The one just now is for you.” George said.

“It’s indeed a good deal.” Bill smiled and took out a Galleons, “Thank you, I want the Irish team’s.”

 Charlie on the side also bought Bulgarian fireworks.

Hearing the noise outside, all the people who had been in the tent came out and gathered around the cart curiously.

 “How much does this cost?” Ron asked, picking up a hat.

 “One galleons,” said Fred.

“It’s so expensive.” Ron touched his pocket, “How much should I pay for it…”

 “One galleon.”

Ron frowned and said, "I'm your brother!"

“Oh.” Fred and George looked at each other and said at the same time: “Two galleons!”

 Ron threw his hat back into the car angrily, and everyone else couldn't help laughing.

Harry kept his mouth shut and tried not to laugh out loud. Ron was his friend, so he couldn't show too much gloating.

But everyone also bought something.

Hermione and Ginny liked the hairpins very much. Mr. Weasley changed into a Bulgarian hat. Harry bought the most, taking some of everything except the hairpins, and then gave half to Ron.

 (End of this chapter)