Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

There are still many things that cannot be said, so this troublesome topic will be over soon.

"Which team do you support?" George finally spoke. He no longer wanted to continue on the topic of "love": "Ireland?"

"What?" DeWitt never wanted to understand the name and affiliation of the team, and he had no interest in Quidditch: "I don't understand Quidditch. I'm just expressing my personal opinion. This has nothing to do with Quidditch." The good and the bad of Quidditch - I don’t like Quidditch.”

"The reason why I came..." he added: "is to join in the fun and meet the wizards of the country I recognize in advance."

American, American, Egyptian, African.Wizards from every imaginable country can basically find their traces here.Either hang the national flag on your tent proudly, or simply live in a distinctive tent.But after all, wizards from other countries are also wizards. They look no different from wizards in the UK, so curiosity comes quickly and is satisfied quickly.

"Go back." DeWitt said as he tied up the firewood with ropes.Three people each have a bundle, enough firewood to last a week.The twins thought they had done a good job in disguising themselves, but Mrs. Weasley could tell at a glance that they had used magic.Because they picked up more firewood than the three of Percy, but Mrs. Weasley didn't say anything because she didn't really agree with Mr. Weasley's insistence on letting everyone do it themselves, and refused to let the Ministry of Magic use it. The rules of magic are also limited to "not being discovered by Muggles" - no one knows how Mr. Weasley can maintain his love for Muggles while knowing nothing about Muggles, even how to wear clothes. No one knows, even if this love lasts for several years.

As for not being able to use matches in life, it's understandable. Nowadays, even in a city where ordinary people live, there will definitely be people who can't make a fire.The flames jumped and boiled the water.Mr. Weasley pointed at the Ministry of Magic officials walking up and down the road and introduced them one by one.DeWitt matched the person's name with the person's appearance and memorized it in his mind.While waiting for the food to be ready, another official arrived.

"Ludo Bagman!" Mr. Weiss greeted the man in the jersey.

Men are like bumblebees.The black and yellow stripes on the jersey he wears are like that, as is his bulging belly, and the yellow hair is like the down on a bumblebee. Especially the bumblebee pattern printed on the jersey seems to prove this argument.When he spoke, his voice was more like the buzzing of a bumblebee. Just to express the good weather, he could change the sentence structure and words and say it back and forth seven times.It seems that this makes Ludo Bagman's next words more convincing.

"Want to place a bet on the game?" he asked eagerly, using a series of examples from other gamblers who had made large bets, and finally successfully persuaded Mr. Weasley to cough up... a gold galleons - Bet on Ireland to win.

Unexpectedly, under the surprised looks in DeWitt and Hermione's eyes, the twins took out a bag of money and wanted to participate.Mr. Weislai tried to persuade him, but failed, so he could only let it develop.

Not long after, another Ministry of Magic official named Barty Crouch arrived.Percy seemed to be a huge fan of the official, showing reverence in everything from his actions to his words.The twins scoffed at this behavior, appearing to be possessed by Percy.And all of this is nothing in the entire camp.It can neither affect the small commodity sellers who phantomed over directly, nor the children who can't settle down.Adults are loosening their grip on children, just as the Ministry of Magic is gradually giving up its ban on magic.This originally uninhabited land gradually became imbued with the magical and eccentric temperament of wizards through the use of magic.Scenes that seemed bizarre to Muggles appeared openly in the sun.I wonder how many forgetting spells Mr. Roberts will be cast on because he witnessed all this happening. Does the use of these forgetting spells meet the standards?Hermione quietly went to give Mr. Roberts a bottle of potion disguised as tea, specially designed to relieve the stressed mind.

People's expectations turned into laughter and laughter, and the joy among them began to be contagious.The vendors reluctantly lowered their prices, but earned more gold galleons than before.Those who can come here are those who know how to seize business opportunities. Specialty items from other continents have been brought here. Of course, there will be no left behind various souvenirs specially designed to attract fans of the team.

"Bring a telescope, a panoramic telescope, you can see the score... and analyze the battle situation..." A vendor pointed at the pile of golden tubes with multiple buttons behind him and said: "Ten galleons each."

DeWitt was very experienced in not showing any desire to buy, but he was considering and hesitating in his heart: Although he was not interested in Quidditch, but since he was here, he probably had nothing else to do except watch the game.At the same time, I am a layman. If there is something that can help me understand the game, it would be worthwhile, but is the price of ten galleons worth it...

"Two." Hermione's voice suddenly reached the ears of DeWitt, who was separated from the twins.

When DeWitt looked over, Hermione also keenly sensed his gaze, and waved very naturally: "Come on, let's take one each, don't worry about others, I saw Harry and Ron also bought this - —”

The telescope in his hand suddenly felt a little hot, and a sentence rolled over and over in DeWitt's mouth like hot delicacies, but he hesitated to say it.Even though Hermione was looking around with interest, she didn't pay attention to him except that she held DeWitt's hand and didn't let go.What emotion sealed his mouth? "

But DeWitt finally said it: “Thank you!

"What did you say?" Hermione smiled brightly and turned her head. She seemed not to have heard clearly, her eyes bent happily with a cunning look.

"I said thank you." DeWitt said it much more smoothly the second time. He calmly got rid of the embarrassment trap he had set for himself, raised the telescope, shook it and said, "This is what you gave me. "

Hermione chuckled a few times and said very naturally: "You are too polite."

They returned to camp and made every preparation until dark.Mr. Weasley summoned everyone by lighting the lamp.He walked in front and led the way, following the direction of the flow of people, leading the way amidst countless laughter and laughter.Now, no one curses at roadside obstacles, only friendly smiles greet physical collisions, and everyone is very happy.It's like a festival.Adults also have a reason to be children at this time, and reminisce legitimately about a time when they didn’t have to worry about their livelihood.

At this time, everyone was in a similar state of happiness.