HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

"Minnow, is this Minnow Potter?" Cedric's father asked Mr. Weasley.

"Yes, that's right, this is Harry, this is Hermione, Ron's friend, and the others are all my children."

"Oh my God," Amos Diggory said, his eyes widening suddenly, "Harry and Minnow Potter! Hey, Ced told me about you Minnow, you are a very well-behaved child. it is as expected."

"Very well-behaved," Ron repeated Mr. Diggory's words.

"Please shut up." Mino whispered to Ron with a smile.

"Oh, man," Fred gave Cedric a light hammer, "your eyes don't look good."

"It's almost time," said Mr. Weasley, taking out his pocket watch again and looking at it. "Do you know who else we're waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods were there a week ago, and the Fawcetts didn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There's no one else in the area, is there?"

"As far as I know, there are none." Mr. Weasley said, "Okay, there is only one minute left... We should all be in our places..."

He turned to look at Harry, Minnow and Hermione.

"You just touch the portkey, that's it, just hold out a finger—"

As everyone was carrying large bulging backpacks, it was difficult for ten people to gather around the old boot that Mr. Diggory was holding.

They stood there, in a tight circle, while a cool breeze blew across the top of the mountain, and no one spoke.Mino felt that this scene was a bit scary, as if some strange ritual was being held. A little villainous laughter at this time would definitely scare the passing Muggles.

It's a pity that no Muggles were passing by, otherwise Mino would have really wanted to make a scary expression with a sinister expression.

"Three..." Mr. Weasley stared at his pocket watch and whispered, "Two...one..."

Soon enough, Mino felt as if there was a hook behind her belly button and swung it forward with irresistible momentum. She almost blurted out a word starting with f and ending with k, but she still held it back, because Di Mr. Gorey stood beside her.

After all, Mino is still a well-behaved child.

He kept flying forward, like a gust of wind, and couldn't see anything clearly in front of him. However, Mino still tried his best to maintain the balance of his body and tried hard to keep his hair from moving.

Soon, Mino's feet touched the ground, trying hard to maintain his landing shape and standing on the ground with difficulty.

Minnow raised his head and saw that only Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory and Cedric were still standing, and he felt that he was so powerful that he exploded.

Reaching out and grabbing two handfuls of hair, Mino heard a voice say: "Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain."

"Hello." Mino greeted the two tired and sullen wizards in front of him. Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they looked strange, such as the wizard holding a gold watch with a suit on it. , wearing only a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes underneath.

"Good morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, handing him the boots.The man threw it into a large box next to him, which contained used door keys.

"Hello, Arthur," Basil said tiredly, "Not on duty, huh? Some people are just lucky... We've been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, there's a big group at five-fifteen Coming from the Black Forest. Wait, let me find out where your camp is... Weasley... Weasley..." he searched on the parchment list, "walk about a quarter of a mile, That's the first field in front. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts. Diggory...you are in the second camp...looking for Mr. Payne."

"Thank you, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, beckoning everyone to follow him.

"Goodbye." Mino turned back and smiled at the two wizards. His sweet smile made them look more energetic.

This made Mr. Diggory praise Minnow as "a good boy".

Ron began to mutter angrily under his breath again.

Mino thought it was quite interesting, walking in the thick fog and looking at the hundreds of strange-shaped tents.

After bidding farewell to Diggory and his son, Mr. Weasley led everyone to the door of the stone house directly opposite.

There was a man standing at the door, looking at the tents. It was obvious at first glance that he was a real Muggle, because he was dressed normally and had confusion in his eyes.As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned and looked at them.

"Good morning!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully.

"Good morning!" said Mr. Roberts.

"Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, that's right," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"Weasley - the two tents were booked two days ago, are they available?"

"Yes," said Mr. Roberts, looking at a list taped to the door, "you have a place by the woods there. Just one night?"

"Yes," said Mr. Weasley.

"Well, will you pay now?" Mr. Roberts said.

"Ah - okay - no problem -" said Mr. Weasley.He took a few steps back and left the small stone hut, motioning for Harry and Minnow to come to him.

"Help me," he whispered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separating them one by one. "Is this one - um - um - ten dollars? Ah, yes, I saw the little number printed on it... So this one is five yuan?"

"It's twenty dollars," Harry corrected him in a low voice, uncomfortably aware that Mr. Roberts was struggling to hear every word they were saying.

"Ah, that's it...I don't know, these little pieces of paper..."

"Are you a foreigner?" Mr. Roberts asked as Mr. Weasley returned with the correct banknotes.

"Foreigner?" Mr. Weasley repeated in confusion.

"You're not the only one who has trouble counting money," said Mr. Roberts, eyeing Mr. Weasley carefully. "Just ten minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me gold coins the size of hubcaps. .”

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley uneasily.

"Oh, we are Chinese." Mino said without blushing. In a sense, Mino actually did not lie.

"Chinese?" Mr. Roberts looked at Mino suspiciously, "Oh, are you mixed race?"

"Yes." Mino said, then said something in Chinese.

Mr. Roberts was still a little skeptical, but since he couldn't understand what Minow said, he believed Minow's words.

"What did you say?" George asked Mino in a low voice.

"I said 'hello,'" Minow said.

"Can you speak Chinese?" Ron was a little surprised.

"Yes, I suggest you also learn more languages, so that you can have more people to annoy you." Mino suggested.

"Can I be more annoying than Percy?"

"Oh, it's so interesting. What you said is actually right." Mino said seriously.

"There have never been so many people," Mr. Roberts said suddenly, looking out at the mist-filled venue again. "Hundreds of people have reserved tents...People just keep coming..."

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Weasley asked, reaching for the change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.

"Yeah," said Mr. Roberts thoughtfully, "there's people from all over the place. Countless foreigners. Not just foreigners, but a lot of weirdos, you know? There's a guy wearing Walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape.”

"Can't you?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.

"It was like... I don't know... it was like a trick," Mr. Roberts said. "They seemed to know each other. It was like a big party."

At this moment, a wizard in bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed at the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

Mino clapped his hands gently.

"Forget it!" he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts.

Immediately, Mr. Roberts' eyes became distracted, his brows relaxed, and his face showed a dazed and indifferent expression.

Minnow thought that he could put it on the agenda to beat Percy up and give him an Oblivion Curse. Obviously this was a very good spell, no matter what time it was.

"I'll give you a plan of the camp," Mr. Roberts said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "and some change for you."

"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.

The wizard in bloomers accompanied them towards the gate of the camp.He looked very tired: his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were purple shadows under his eyes.

When Mr. Roberts couldn't hear them, the wizard muttered to Mr. Weasley: "He gives me a lot of trouble. To keep him in a good mood, I have to recite the Oblivion Charm a dozen times a day. Ludo Bar Gorman is only doing a disservice. Walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his lungs, with no regard for Muggles and staying safe. God, I just wish this was over. See you soon, Arthur."

After he finished speaking, he disapparated.

"Oh, will Mr. Roberts become stupid?" Minnow asked Mr. Weasley.

"No, don't worry, this spell won't have any effect on him." Mr. Weasley answered Minnow gently.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Games," Ginny said, seeming a little surprised. "He should know not to talk about Bludgers around Muggles, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, leading them through the gate and into the camp. "Ludo has always been... well... a little careless about safety. But you won't find anyone more careless than him. Someone with passion has come to lead the Sports Department. You know, he played Quidditch for England. He was the best batsman ever to play for Wimbourne Wasps."

Mino turned his head around and looked at the surrounding scene, while holding George to prevent himself from accidentally falling.

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 look like Muggle tents as much as possible, but some accidentally went too far and added chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, made nondescript.

However, occasionally there are a few tents that are enchanted at a glance. For example, there is a tent in the center of the field that is particularly conspicuous.It used a lot of striped silk very lavishly, and it looked like 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 bird bath, sundial, fountain, etc.

Minnow suspected that it was Draco's tent.

"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "when everyone gets together, they just 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. There was an open space with a small sign stuck in the ground that read: Wedsley.

"Oh, why is Weasley always easily confused?" Mino was a little confused.

"This place couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily. "The course is on the other side of the woods, and it couldn't be any closer." He took off his backpack from his shoulders. "Okay," he said excitedly, "Strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We have to put up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult... That's what Muggles do... By the way, Minnow, where do you think we should start?"

Mr. Weasley probably thinks that Minotaur is more reliable than Harry, but it is indeed true. Minotaur is still very experienced in setting up tents, but he doesn't know if he can still do it after so long.

It turns out that Mino is quite good at it. After a lot of work, and with Mr. Weasley's efforts to hold him back (Mr. Weasley was very excited about setting up tents), Mino managed to put up two relatively neat two-person tents. .

"Do you want to live with me?" Minnow nudged George gently with his elbow.

"It's my pleasure." George looked happy.

Ron rolled his eyes wide and walked into the tent.

Mino also got in. The tent was an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, as well as a bathroom and a kitchen.

"Oh, this layout is exactly the same as the style of Mrs. Figg's house." Harry said to Mino, feeling a little strange.

"Don't worry, maybe she is also a wizard." Mino said in a joking tone.