The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

After waiting there unwillingly for a while, Link finally gave up after the sky was completely bright.

"How about we go to the general camping area?"

Seeing Link's frustrated look, Emily said tentatively.

Because tens of thousands of people live there together, a temporary business system has developed in ordinary camping sites in the past two months.

Many vendors from all over the world come here to sell all kinds of strange things and daily necessities.

But now at this time, the place has begun to become lively.

Emily's proposal was quickly welcomed by Mrs. Foley. Even Rolf, who had been hiding aside and saying nothing, came out after hearing the words and looked at Link expectantly.

Seeing what else Link could say, he could only sigh and agree.

The area occupied by the Quidditch World Cup Finals venue was originally a camping spot, so the supporting road facilities are very complete.

With such conditions, Link and others did not let Little Button use Apparition, but walked together on the forest path, admiring the surrounding scenery.

In fact, there is nothing interesting to see. These scenery can be found near Foley Manor, and Link has long been tired of seeing them.

But Mrs. Foley and Emily both acted very happy.

The three of them rarely had the opportunity to hang out in the woods together like this.

A few people walked along the road and soon saw the outline of the camping site. The lively shouts could be vaguely heard even from a distance.

It's enough to prove the excitement there.

At this time, a man with a shotgun in his hand and an unshaven beard who looked like a homeless man appeared in Link's field of vision.

At this time, he was looking at the ordinary camping spot with a confused look.

Attracted by the footsteps of Link and others, he turned around and asked politely:

"Hello, sir, do you want to rent a tent?"

Link said expressionlessly:

"We already have tents."

"Really?" The man picked up a book and flipped through it for a long time, then scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a distressed look on his face, "My memory has always been particularly bad recently. I must have forgotten this matter. I'm really sorry. "

The man put away his notebook and said politely:

"My name is Roberts, and I am the manager of this campground. I live on the edge of the lake. If you need anything, you can come to me. Even if I am away, my wife and daughter will receive you."

Link didn't speak, just nodded.

He could see now that he was a Muggle through and through.

And what happened was not what he expected. As soon as Roberts finished speaking, two staff members wearing Ministry of Magic uniforms trotted out of the campsite. Without saying anything, they raised their hands and fired two rounds at Roberts. Everything is forgotten.

Roberts immediately looked stupid. One of the staff members quickly dragged him away. The other came to Link and said with a tired look:

"I'm sorry, this is a mistake on our part. We recite the Forgetting Curse to him at least a dozen times a day, but every time he comes back here and comes into contact with other wizards! It causes us a lot of trouble!"

The staff member's words sounded more like complaints than explanations, and Link didn't make things difficult for him. He nodded and entered the campsite with Emily and others.

Before leaving, he also observed three seconds of silence for poor Mr. Roberts.

Being cast on the forgetting spell more than ten times a day, such a terrifying number of times will directly damage his brain's memory ability, turning him into a confused person who can't remember things in the future.

The camp was really lively.

Although it was still early in the morning, countless people had already gotten out of their tents and started to move around outside.

From time to time, there will be the sound of disembodiment and explosions ringing from the surroundings.

Most of these teleported guys were small vendors. They suddenly appeared on the field, and then quickly got into the mood, pushing their carts through the crowd and selling their goods.

Some of them are daily necessities for food, drink and washing, but most of them are various props and souvenirs related to the Quidditch World Cup.

For example, each team's uniforms and Quidditch sandbox models with self-moving team logos and the like.

They are also very expensive. An ordinary uniform without any enchantment attached can be sold for 10 gold galleons. It is simply a money grab.

But not to mention, these things sell very well, and fans’ money is always easy to make. This is the same whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to set up a stall and sell things here.

If you want to do this business, you must go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a qualification certificate, and pay a large amount of gold galleons called management fees, which are actually protection fees.

This is the same in the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

In fact, Link discovered this after studying the so-called Quidditch World Cup.

Whether it is a specialized competition system or supporting business operation model, the Quidditch World Cup is almost completely copied from the Muggle World Cup.

This shameful plagiarism is common elsewhere in the wizarding world.

Including but not limited to various performances, songs and novels.

Almost all were copied from the Muggle world.

As for why the superior wizard would steal works from Muggles, it is actually easy to understand.

The benefits are too great.

Nowadays, in terms of cultural industry alone, the Muggle world has completely crushed the wizarding world. This situation is somewhat similar to the situation between China and other developed countries at the beginning of the new century.

At that time, the favorite thing for many Hong Kong artists was to cover (or Chinese-translate) the songs of "People who had a good life" and then release them.

Taking advantage of the information asymmetry at that time, they directly used this almost cheating method to create countless superstars who are sought after by millions of people.

Similar situations abound in other industries.

For example, many well-known Internet giants started their careers by relying on this method.

Everyone is copying hard and making huge profits.

Link maintains an indifferent attitude towards this phenomenon, but he despises and even despises the Ministry of Magic for doing such things.

Because the Ministry of Magic is so stupid.

The Muggle Football World Cup can extract astronomical profits every year, and can even directly boost the economic level of the host place.

But the Ministry of Magic can't even copy homework well.

Not only was the venue located in the wilderness, but the supporting facilities were not well prepared.

The only profit points are a small amount of sponsorship, advertising and the pitiful booth licensing fee.

Gee!

After all, the layout is still too small!

After complaining in their hearts, Link, Emily and Mrs. Foley lost interest in these vendors.

They weren't fans of Quidditch.

On the contrary, Luofu was shopping with great interest. In this short time, he had already bought a uniform, three badges, a magic telescope and a hat with a pattern on it that moved on its own.

Link glanced around and saw everything surrounding the Bulgarian team.

It seems that this kid Rove must be a big fan of the Bulgarian team.

It's a pity that if no accidents occur, today's winner will be the Irish team.

Shaking his head, Link smiled and patted Rolf on the shoulder, as if he was comforting him in advance.

But this frightened Luo Fu.

He thought it was Link who was blaming him for spending money recklessly.

He immediately followed Link and wasn't going anywhere.

"Good morning, Link! I thought you wouldn't come!"

At this time, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

Link and the others turned around and saw Cedric standing not far away, smiling and waving.

Now the Rolf Cola is broken.

His favorite thing at Hogwarts was Cedric.

Link also smiled and waved:

"It's good to come and join in the fun. After all, this kind of scene is rare."

"Yes, the wizarding world of Yu country has not been so lively for a long time."

Cedric agreed, and then noticed Mrs. Foley and Emily behind Link. He quickly straightened his body and said respectfully, "Miss Victoria, Mrs. Foley, good morning to you too. And of course, you, Rolf.”

Hearing this, Luofu beamed with joy.

Emily nodded expressionlessly and accepted.

Mrs. Foley asked with a smile:

"It's little Cedric! That's so polite. Are you here to watch the game alone?"

"Uh! Actually, I came here with my father."

Cedric scratched his head and said with some embarrassment.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Foley's expression instantly darkened.

She didn't like Cedric's father.

Amos Diggory, who now works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic.

Although the guy didn't have any bad intentions, he was too proud of Cedric, his outstanding son.

So much so that he often unconsciously refers to people around him as Cedric Versailles.

Mrs. Foley suffered greatly.

She had been resentful of Link's stupid son for more than ten years, and Amos wanted to show off his son to her. This was like stabbing her in the heart with a knife!

However, seeing how Cedric took great care of Link, Mrs. Foley did not take any drastic action against Amos.

On the contrary, Amos was able to have his current job only because of Mrs. Foley's help.

Link is naturally aware of these things.

Upon seeing this, he quickly wanted to change the subject.

But before he could speak, another series of familiar voices sounded one after another.

"Link!"

"It's so Link! You're actually here!"

"Good morning, Link!"

……

Amid the commotion, a large group of people immediately swarmed around Link and others, and it turned out to be Amos, the Weasley family, and Harry.

Mrs. Foley's expression instantly turned worse.

Because the leader of this group of people is Amos.

"Ah! Mrs. Foley! It's such an honor to meet you here! I heard that little Link won the Second Order of Merlin. This is really amazing! Your hard work has finally paid off! Little Link has become a talent! "

Amos immediately rushed to Mrs. Foley and congratulated her with a smile.

He had now confused Mrs. Foley.

Because according to the usual practice, he should start by bragging about how many subjects Cedric got in the exam this year and how good he was at Quidditch.

But they were here to congratulate her, and what they were talking about was what Mrs. Foley was most proud of recently, so Mrs. Foley also laughed and began to play Amos in reverse Versailles for the first time in history.

Amos also kept echoing Mrs. Foley, which was quite flattering.

Cedric looked a little embarrassed at this scene.

Link's eyes narrowed slightly.

Because for the first time he discovered that Amos actually had a brain and knew what to say and what not to say.

So why did he always pretend to have extremely low emotional intelligence?

Could it be that he just wanted to stimulate Mrs. Foley?

Link couldn't figure out what this guy was thinking.

But for Cedric's sake, he didn't want to go into it.

"Link! You are really too strong! The youngest recipient of the Second-Class Medal of Merlin in history! Merlin! Do you have the medal with you? Can you show it to me?"

Ron also came closer to Link and spoke excitedly, his eyes even shining.

As for Harry and Hermione, their expressions were a little complicated, but they stood blankly beside Mr. Weasley, looking like they wanted to come over but didn't dare.

Link still had a good impression of Ron. He shook his head and said:

"Unfortunately, I left the medal at home."

Ron's originally raised eyebrows suddenly rose up.

Link continued:

"But I can bring it over to you after school starts."

"Really? Awesome!"

Ron screamed like a face changer in a Sichuan opera.

This caught Mrs. Foley's attention.

She looked at Ron and Mr. Weasley, and said to Ron with a smile:

"You must be a Weasley child, right?"

"Yes!" Ron didn't think there was anything wrong. His red hair was the symbol of the Weasley family. "Are you Link's sister?"

Hearing this, Mrs. Foley was stunned for a moment, then immediately covered her mouth and chuckled.

At this time, Mr. Weasley also reacted, quickly pulled Ron back, protected him and Harry and Hermione behind him, and then forced an ugly smile at Mrs. Foley.

Judging from her appearance, she looked very afraid of Mrs. Foley.

But this is normal.

Mrs. Foley was not a fool like Malfoy.

This is a man who can develop the Foley family by himself after losing his husband, walk in the world of black and white, and raise Link!

He can definitely be called ruthless and extremely resourceful.

His own children and Harry had just severely offended someone else's son not long ago, and now Mr. Weasley would never dare to let Ron have contact with Mrs. Foley again.

This is too dangerous!

Mr. Weasley's actions caused Mrs. Foley's smile to disappear instantly.

The atmosphere at the scene also changed and became grim as Mrs. Foley's expression changed.

Amos and Mr. Weasley were colleagues and friends, but at this moment he rolled his eyes and said nothing. He just stood behind Mrs. Foley, with a vague intention of taking sides.

Link also had a headache when he saw this.

Mrs. Foley was very angry about how Link almost lost control again last term.

Naturally, she wouldn't take her anger out on Link, so she could only blame it on others.

The Harry trio is one of them.

And now, Mr. Weasley happened to run into the muzzle of the gun.

But if you really want to do this, it would be too embarrassing.

Link frowned and was about to persuade Mrs. Foley.

At this moment, Cedric suddenly said to Link:

"Link, did you know? John actually came to watch the game this time too!"