A Hogwarts dissertation guide

At this time, the sun had just risen and the mist gradually dissipated. They saw tents in all directions, with no end in sight.They walked slowly between the tents, looking here and there with interest.Only then did Harry realize that there were so many wizards and wizards in the world. He had never seriously thought about wizards from other countries before.

The campers on the site were gradually waking up, and the first to get up were families with young children. Harry had never seen such a young wizard.

I 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. The slug slowly expanded to the size of a sausage.

As they reached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you? You are not to touch your father's wand in - again! Ouch!"

She stepped on the huge slug and it exploded with a pop.They walked far away, and heard his shouting in the silent air, which was also mixed with the cry of the little boy - "You have crushed the bugs! You have crushed the bugs!"

After walking for a while, they saw two little witches, about the same age as the little boy before, riding on two toy brooms, flying low, their feet lightly skimming the dewy grass.

An adult wizard passed by. He looked at them and shook his head and sighed, "It's broad daylight...what are your parents doing?"

From time to time, adult wizards can be seen emerging from their tents and starting to make breakfast.Some looked around furtively and lit the tent on fire with their wands.Some were striking matches with doubtful expressions on their faces, as if they thought this thing was definitely unreliablei.

They saw Ron and his brothers as they passed through a group of black African wizards.They also carried kettles and saucepans.

"Hi! Harry, we were just saying that we didn't see you!" Ron waved excitedly towards them.

"Our camp is over there." Harry pointed in the direction he came from.

"Well, we are over there too." Ron glanced at him and said. "Are you going to fetch water too?"

"Of course, our little Ron doesn't look very smart." Fred and George said, standing next to Ron, "Didn't you see Harry carrying the kettle?"

Ron pursed his lips, and they continued to move towards the place marked with the faucet on the map.

Harry hadn't seen Ron for more than a month. Although they could write letters through owls, they still had endless things to say when they met.

Fred and George were excitedly discussing the magic text with Hermione. They were designing some products, and some specific details were not yet clear - Hermione's magic text level was already better than that of most graduates. .After all, Hogwarts doesn't attach great importance to magic text teaching.

"Oh - is there something wrong with my eyes? Why is everything turning green?" Ron said, rubbing his eyes.

There was nothing wrong with Ron's eyes. In the place they just walked into, all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, and it looked like countless strange green hills emerging from the ground.In the tent with the curtain opened, you can see smiling faces.At this time, they heard someone behind them calling their names.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione!"

It was Seamus Finnegan, Harry and Ron's roommate. He was sitting in front of his clover-covered tent, next to a woman with blond hair who must be his mother, and his best friend Dean. Thomas, they are roommates in the same dormitory.

"Do you like these decorations?" Seamus asked with a smile. "The Ministry is not very happy."

"Well, why can't we show our colors?" said Mrs. Finnigan. "If you go further you can see that the Bulgarians have hung up their tents. Of course you support the Irish team. , is that so?" she asked, staring at them with bright eyes.

They had to reassure her that they did support Team Ireland.

Ron muttered, "In an atmosphere like that, what else could we say?"

"I wonder what the Bulgarians have hung on their tents," said Hermione, who had finished the licorice stick in her hand and started to eat bubble gum.

They soon reached the group of tents of Bulgarian supporters.

In fact, it's hardly obvious.

Because they plastered the tent with pictures of Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker.

He has a gloomy face with thick, dark eyebrows. Of course the photo is animated, but that face only blinks and frowns.

It was as if everyone owed him a lot of Galleons.

"He looks too gloomy." Hermione said with a look of disgust. She only felt a strange feeling as countless Krums around them were blinking and frowning at them.

"Too gloomy?" Ron raised his eyes. "Who cares what he looks like? He is a Quidditch genius. As long as he can catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible, it is enough. You will see it tonight of."

A small queue had already formed next to the faucet in the corner of the camp, and they also lined up. There was also a pile of tents next to the faucet, which looked completely different from the previous style.

They are as simple as Muggle tents, and most of the "wizards" in them wrap their heads in colorful scarves, leaving only their eyes exposed.

Their eyes lit up when they saw Hermione.

"Miss Granger?" A short boy came over and slightly pulled down the towel on his face, "I am Jing Sheng, do you still remember me?"

"Jing Sheng, who studied magic at Uncle Jing's house together?" Hermione tilted her head and thought for a moment before asking in surprise.

"Yes, it's me." Jing Sheng also smiled, "Dad said you should learn from the adults, and I was worried that I would never see you again."

"Well, in fact, the teacher gave me a long holiday." Hermione said with a smile. Someone in the team in front of them started to argue, but Hermione didn't pay attention. Ron kept sticking his head out to find out what happened in front of him. .

As for Fred and George…

They had already moved forward to watch the fun.

"We were arranged in the top box, which is said to be the best place to watch the game." Jing Sheng said with waning interest, "But we don't understand what... Quidditch?"

"It's Quidditch." Ron turned around and corrected.

"Okay, Quidditch." Jing Sheng said helplessly, "Miss Granger, you know, we don't play this kind of sport at all."

"Then what do you do to pass the time?" Ron asked.

"Play football." Jing Sheng raised his head and said, "It is a fairer and more competitive sport, and the scoring is much more reasonable than Quidditch. I heard that you can get 150 points if you catch the snitch?"