The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(A little bit of water today, sorry qwq)

Although it was much better, Hermione's face was still a little pale, but she recovered her senses and immediately supported her parents with Cyrus.

Mag's complexion was also not very good. When she looked at Klein, she found that the other party was unexpectedly stable. Apart from the crooked clothes and hair blown, there was no discomfort at all.

It seemed that he, like Amaury and Arthur, had long been accustomed to the exaggerated experience of the Portkey.

But in fact, Annie Klein barely survived with his sturdy physique under the denim jacket. He didn't want to show timidity in front of the wizard, and he swallowed the physical behavior that was originally disgusting. .

Especially when he learned that his memory was tampered with and erased by certain wizards, Klein instinctively felt a little disgusted with the wizarding group, so he endured it.

Hermione looked around, it was a very desolate place, like a swamp covered with mist.

Two people walked in front of them, one was holding a gold watch to record the time; the other was holding a roll of thick parchment, and used the timed door key to record the location before waiting for someone to teleport.

"Basil? It seems that many people have come before."

"Morning~ you are in the first field, the administrator is Roberts...you also brought Muggles?" Basil wearily threw the boots into a box and checked the list, "Sorry, Muggles will participate in the World Cup. ..”

"They are the parents of the little wizard, I don't think there is any problem." Professor McGonagall quickly stood up and nodded.

As a loyal Quidditch fan, Professor McGonagall, who has never missed the World Cup, quickly made Basil let go of his guard. He hesitated for a while, and repeatedly emphasized the "Secrecy Act" many times.

Because once something goes wrong, the higher-ups will investigate it as soon as possible, and they will definitely ask them.

On the way close to the camp, the Grangers were the last to walk. Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that the Portkey was not a very good experience for them.

The worse something is, the easier it is for them to discover the power of their daughter and Cyrus... At least, their magic will not have such a strong side effect.

To get from one place to another is only a step forward.

"The Wizarding World Cup can only be held in a place far away from Muggles. It is not easy to find such a place in Europe, and many people are not used to the weather in Bulgaria." Professor McGonagall introduced the World Cup to the two cubs.

It's one of her few hobbies.

Originally, Brazil, Russia, the United States and other places had many uninhabited and desolate areas, but unfortunately, Quidditch players only adapted to the environment on the European side.

Most Quidditch players go to school in Europe too...Russia's Kodos Torez School has even fewer wizarding students.

On the other side of the horizon was a stone house with hundreds of ordinary tents of various shapes and colors outside. Weasley put his hand in his pocket and took out a large handful of loose coins.

"I've wanted to try a Muggle tent for a long time, do you want it?" He asked the others.

"No, we bought... um... magic tents?" Mr. Granger wasn't sure if the address was correct, "Two wizards' tents are enough for us."

"Okay... what about Professor McGonagall?"

"I have a fixed seat... Arthur, you know that I will book a booth for the World Cup every year." Professor McGonagall declined his invitation, saying that he had a better choice.

So Mr. Weasley walked up to the Muggle alone in disappointment, but then, he remembered a more important thing:

As a wizard, he doesn't understand Muggle currency at all, despite its complexity.

The Muggle Robert, the first groundskeeper, looked at the coins in a hurry and needed a child (Harry) to remind him, which made him suspicious.

"Are you foreigners too?"

"Foreigner?" Arthur repeated the words puzzled, because he was indeed a native Englishman.

"Don't worry, I'm used to it. In the first ten minutes or so, there were still a group of people who wanted to pay me gold coins..." Robert shook his head and laughed at himself, "What a bunch of weirdos, how can ordinary people like me Is it possible to find it?"

It was the first time he saw someone buying a tent and paying for it with gold coins.

Arthur became even more uneasy, and made several mistakes when looking for pounds, and even mistook a five-pound note for a fifty-pound note, which almost made a joke.

"Aside from these, is there anything strange about it?"

"Yeah, there was a guy in a pleated skirt and a plaid cape walking around my door early this morning"

"Forget it, let me do it!" Klein rolled his eyes at a few people, strode up to him, and took out a full ticket from his pocket, "Just treat it as a treat... the rest It's a tip~"

"Then I will attach a floor plan of the camp." Robert said to him gratefully, his hand stopped in the change jar.

Just when everyone thought they could enter the competition camp with peace of mind, a wizard in bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed in Robert's hands. He pointed his wand at the back of the Muggle's head.

"Forget everything!!"

Seeing that Robert's eyes became slack in an instant, his face immediately turned into a trance, a look of indifference to everything, muddled, and Cyrus knew that this is exactly what a person's memory looks like when his memory is changed.

The Grangers, who had witnessed the whole process, fell silent. On the way from the stone house to the camp, the two of them didn't speak a word.

Klein looked at Cyrus and Hermione, who were frowning tightly, and when he turned his gaze to the expression of Arthur Weasley, who had been chatting in harmony before, he found that everyone had a look of 'as it should be' expression.

Even Professor McGonagall was all right.

"So, that's how you treat...ordinary people? Just because he saw you?" Klein was the only ordinary person here who dared to point at the wizard's nose and curse, "Huh? Erase memory?"

"Dude, don't be so irritable...I've used it on him a dozen times already." The wizard looked at Klein strangely, "What are you in such a hurry for? Are you a Muggle too..."

Only then did Mr. and Mrs. Weasley realize that something was wrong.

Clearing the memory of a Muggle in front of their Muggle parents is indeed unacceptable.

"Well...don't you still want to contact Ludo Bagman?" Arthur urged the wizard, and didn't explain until he left, "Those who can use the Oblivion Curse are masters in this field, no any harm..."

"Really? I don't think so!" Klein stared at the place where the man disappeared and knocked himself on the head.

"Mr. Klein, in fact, you don't need to worry about these things. Your son is a wizard..." Professor McGonagall told him patiently, frowning slightly.

"But I doubt their technology! I... have experienced it, if there is no Cyrus..." He said in a low voice, becoming agitated by everything.

The Grangers looked back at Robert, who was standing there with blank eyes, waiting for the next guest, and felt a chill in his heart, but it felt better when Hermione held their hands.

'Our daughter is a wizard! 'They finally got ashore, but when they saw Klein who was a little out of control, they couldn't help feeling sad.

Yes, if Hermione hadn't been born yet, or wasn't with them, and they happened to run into a wizard, wouldn't it be possible for her memory to be bruised like Annie Klein?

"experienced?"

"It happened before I was born, professor, this should be unreasonable." Cyrus refuted her surprisingly, "Even if the technology is strong, I'm afraid it won't be much better if you clear the memory a dozen times?"

But Arthur still couldn't understand the feeling... the feeling of being forced to forget the one he loved.

So he could only look dryly at Klein, who had had a good chat with him before, leaving a few people behind, and walked into the camp angrily alone, leaving only Mr. Granger making excuses for him.

"What happened to him?" Arthur asked in a panic.

"It's okay, he's just unfamiliar with the wizarding environment, but in fact he is very grateful for your invitation." Cyrus had just finished speaking before being dragged away by Hermione.

The depressed Granger couple could only follow Professor McGonagall into the room closely.