My Wife's Name is Luna at Hogwarts

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Everyone could just barely make out that behind the stone house were hundreds of strange-shaped tents, which went up the slope of a large field that stretched straight into a dark forest on the horizon.

A man stood at the door of the stone house, looking at the tents. As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned his head and looked at them.

"Good morning!" Mr. Weasley greeted him energetically.

"Good morning!" the man said.

"I want two tents. I booked them two days ago. Do you have any?" Mr. Weasley seemed to know him.

"Yes!" The man looked at a list posted on the door. "You have a place by the woods there. You can stay for one night. Can you pay now?" the man said.

"Oh! Okay." After receiving the tent and map, they walked towards the gate of the camp together.

They trudged across the mist-shrouded grounds, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents don't look special. Obviously, their owners have tried their best to make them as similar as Muggle tents, but some accidentally went too far and made them nondescript.

In the center of the venue, there is a tent that stands out.It uses a lot of striped silk very lavishly, and is as straight as a small palace, with several live peacocks tied at the entrance.

A little further ahead, they saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets next to it.

Further over there, there is a tent with a garden in front of the door, complete with sundial, fountain, etc.

"It's always like this!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "When everyone gets together, they can't help but want to show off, ah, here we are, look, this is ours."

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the field, where there was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Weasley.

"This place couldn't be better!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The pitch is just over the woods. It couldn't be any closer."

Everyone set up two crooked two-person tents together, and then the problem came!There are only about ten of them, and these are just two small tents?

Hermione seemed to have discovered this problem. She looked at Rhine with doubtful eyes, and Rhine smiled and shook his head at her to indicate not to worry.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley got down on all fours and climbed into the first tent. "It might be a little crowded!" he shouted, "but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and have a look."

Everyone bent down one by one and got in under the tent curtain, and their jaws almost dropped in surprise.

He walked into an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, complete with bathroom and kitchen.It's amazing, the room is decorated exactly like Mrs. Figg's house, the mismatched chairs are covered with crochet covers, and there's even a pungent cat smell in the air

"Oh, it's just temporary." Mr. Weasley wiped the top of his head with a handkerchief and looked at the four bunk beds in the bedroom. "I borrowed this from Perkins in the office. Poor. This guy has back pain and can’t camp anymore.”

Mr. Weasley picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside, "Um... I guess we need some water?"

"On the map that Muggle gave us, there is a mark of water..."

Before Ron could finish his words, Klein casually cast a water element spell, and a suitable amount of water automatically flowed into the kettle.

"Water...faucet" Ron said blankly...

"Okay, Rhine has found us water. The rest of us will go collect some firewood..."

Before Mr. Weasley could finish speaking, Klein released another summoning tree...

...Well, those fifty draws provided Klein with most of the practical little spells.

"Oh! Well, Rhine, I think you should respect the safety regulations for Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said, "I think we should experience a real Muggle camping?"

"Okay, if you wish." Klein spread his hands indifferently.

Everyone quickly visited again, and found that the girls' tent on the other side was only slightly smaller than the boys' tent, but it didn't smell like a cat.

At this time, the sun had just risen and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw tents in all directions, as far as the eye could see.Rhine, Luna, and Hermione walked slowly between the tents, looking around with interest.

"What's wrong?" Rhine couldn't help but asked after seeing Hermione in a daze.

"I didn't expect there were so many wizards in the world. I never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before." Hermione replied.

The campers on the site gradually woke up, and saw a little boy about two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand in his hand, happily poking a slug on the grass. Slowly it expanded to the size of a sausage.

After walking for a while, they saw two little witches, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet lightly skimming the dewy grass.

A wizard working in the ministry had already seen them. He hurried past Rhine, Luna and Hermione, muttering uneasily, "Flying around in broad daylight in public! My parents are probably sleeping in!"

From time to time, adult wizards can be seen coming out of their tents and starting to make breakfast.

Some looked furtively and lit the fire with their wands, while others struck matches with doubtful expressions on their faces, as if they thought it would definitely not work.

There were three African wizards sitting and talking solemnly, all dressed in long white robes and roasting what looked like a hare over a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American witches and wizards were sitting there chatting and laughing. A shiny banner hanging high between their tents read Salem Witch Academy.

"Let's go take a look!" Hermione said, pointing to a large tent in front of them, where the Bulgarian flag was fluttering in the breeze.

The tents here are not covered with any plants, but each tent has the same poster, which shows a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows.

Of course, the picture is moving, but the face only blinks and frowns.

"It's Krum!" Luna whispered.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Krum," Luna said, "The Bulgarian seeker is known as the most powerful seeker in the world, but of course he is not as powerful as Rhine."

"He looks so gloomy," Hermione said, looking at the countless Krums winking and frowning at them.

Soon they saw two men in front of them, arguing fiercely about something.One of them was very old and was wearing a long printed pajamas.

Another wizard, who was obviously working in the Ministry, was holding up a pair of pinstriped trousers and was so angry that he was about to cry! "

"Just go ahead and put it on. You can't walk around in clothes like this, you will be discovered by Muggles!"

"I bought these trousers in a Muggle shop!" the old wizard said stubbornly, "Muggles also wear them."

"Those are for Muggle women. Men wear these." said the wizard who worked in the ministry, waving the pinstriped trousers.

"I'm not wearing one!" the old wizard said angrily, "I'm willing to let the wholesome breeze blow my ass, thank you."

When Hermione heard this, she really wanted to giggle. She couldn't help it anymore. She bent over and ran away from the team and laughed. She didn't come back until the old wizard left.

They returned through the camp, and everywhere they went, they saw some familiar faces, fellow Hogwarts students and their families.

……

"What took you so long?" When they finally returned to the Weasley family's tent, everyone was already worried that they had gotten lost.

"Walking around was quite interesting." Klein smiled, "Why haven't you lit a fire yet? Didn't I give you wood?"

"Dad's playing with matches," said Fred.

Mr. Weasley's attempts at lighting the fire were not improving at all, and it wasn't for lack of trying. There were many matches scattered on the ground around him, but he didn't look like he was in any hurry.

"Ouch!" He finally struck a match, exclaimed, and quickly threw it away.

"That's right, Mr. Weasley," Hermione said gently, taking the matchbox from his hand and showing him what to do.

So they finally lit a fire, because their tent seemed to be right next to a big road leading to the stadium, and Ministry officials were running up and down the road, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly every time they passed. .

Mr. Weasley kept making introductions, mainly for the benefit of Rhine and Harry and Hermione, as his own children were too familiar with the Ministry to interest them.

"That's the director of the Goblin Liaison Office. The person who came here works in the Experimental Spells Committee. He is a memory canceller and a member of the team for reversing accidental magical events. That is the Silent Man!"

"The Silent People? What do they do?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Don't ask, it's top secret! No one knows what they are doing!"

Soon the fire was blazing and they began to fry eggs and boil sausages. They had a wonderful meal.

Just halfway through eating, Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, smiled and waved to a man who strode over, "Hey! Ludo!"

Ludo was obviously the most eye-catching person. He was wearing a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black stripes, and a huge wasp printed on the chest like a splash of ink.

It seemed that his formerly strong physique had begun to decline, and his robes stretched tightly over his large belly.He has a flat nose, a pair of round blue eyes, and short golden hair...

"Ah!" Lu Duo was so happy that he jumped up and down as he walked, as if there were springs underneath. He was obviously in a state of extreme excitement.

"Arthur, old fellow!" he panted as he came to the campfire. "What a lovely day, isn't it?"

Behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry of Magic officials hurried past. There were signs in the distance that someone was playing with magic fire, and purple flames shot up more than 20 feet high.

The two chatted for a while, and then Ludo turned to Mr. Weasley with a beaming look, "Can you do me a favor? I have been looking for Barty Crouch, and the official who is equal to me in Paulia is giving advice and making things difficult for us. , but I couldn’t understand a word he said, Ba will solve this problem, he can speak about one hundred and fifty languages."

"In fact, maybe I can just go?" Klein stood up and shook hands with Ludo. "My name is Rhine. You should have heard of me? I have many talents, including various languages."

"Oh! God! Of course I've heard of you! You killed Voldemort twice! It's great that you can help!" Ludo struggled to stand up and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, "Then See you later!" He said, pulling Klein with him, and then the two of them disapparated and disappeared.

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As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

At dusk, Rhine came back with a smile. It seemed that he had agreed on many things that satisfied him, but no one was paying attention to him anymore because the Quidditch World Cup was about to start.

Even the silent summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation, and as night fell like a curtain over thousands of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last vestiges of pretense disappeared and the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable. The trend no longer goes against people and allows those obvious signs of magic to appear everywhere.

Every few steps, apparated peddlers descended from the sky, carrying trays and pushing carts full of oddities and oddities.

"Wow, look at Rhine!" Luna excitedly rushed to a small cart. There were many things like binoculars piled high in the cart, but they were covered with all kinds of weird knobs and turntable

"Panoramic telescope!" the wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted. "You can replay the picture and play it back in slow motion. If necessary, it can also quickly flash an analysis of the game situation. Deal? Ten galleons apiece."

"Come ten." Rhine waved his hand.

"Thanks, Rhine." Hermione said, "I'll buy everyone a copy of the competition manual. Look, it's over there!"

After their purses were much empty, they returned to their tents.

At this time, a deep and deep gong sound came from somewhere far away in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, lighting up the road to the arena.

"It's time!" said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as everyone else, "Come on, let's go! The game is about to begin!"

Mr. Weasley led the way. Everyone clutched their purchases and walked quickly into the woods along the path illuminated by lanterns.

They could hear tens of thousands of people moving around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

They walked in the woods for 10 minutes, talking and laughing loudly, and finally came out from the other side of the woods...