The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

(Although the illness is not cured, but I have regained a little state)

Ministry of Magic rules that wizards try to behave... like Muggles in the non-magical world!

But do wizards not fully understand the word 'Muggle'?Many tents have been superimposed with windows, and some even have chimneys, weather vanes and the like.

Some of the tents even had sundial gardens at the door as they passed through other people's areas.

Robert is the Muggle administrator here, but he doesn't know that the tents he sells are actually prepared by the Ministry of Magic, and every wizard who needs a tent needs to report in advance.

After the tent is made, they will put their name on it, put it on Robert, and say: "This is ordered by someone"

Cyrus pulled his father, who was still bowing his head and sulking, to find an open space with a sign on it: Granger.

"In that case, why didn't they send that person away?" Klein said sullenly. Seeing wizards all around him, he deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, "Is it... a bit difficult to use here?"

He poked his head lightly with his fingers.

Knowing that it is a wizarding gathering, Muggles are required to work, and when wizards show their flaws, they have to erase the memory of Muggles... In Klein's view, this kind of logic requires more dosage in mental hospitals.

"Maybe they're just plain lazy?"

"It's better to say...it's their own arrogance, so they didn't think about finding a better way in the first place. Even if they used the Oblivion Curse ten times, they would still use No. 11," Hermione said in On the other hand, he refuted his mother's words.

If the Ministry of Magic wanted to send a wizard to do Robert's work, a Confusion Charm would do the trick.

Because Harry was the invitee, he left with the Weasleys in the camp. He also thought that Robert had done nothing wrong, because the other party just happened to see a few wizards pretending to be weird.

But he didn't say anything, and the discomfort slowly disappeared as he met wizards from other countries.

Professor McGonagall also left, but she told the two little ones that if they needed any help, they could go to the first-class ticket to find her.

"I feel that when we go on a trip with your mother in the future, we can bring one..." Mr. Granger landed on all fours, and got into it curiously. Except for the appearance of an ordinary camping tent, the rest was his admiration.

"Of course it includes you, my dear... When did we ever travel without you?" Mrs. Granger looked at the frowning daughter and secretly pinched her husband.

The inside is a standard bungalow, with one bedroom, two beds, a living room and an independent bathroom, but the tableware in the kitchen is pitiful, because there is no time to buy them all.

But at least the interior decoration is quite warm. There are even wooden floors and carpets on the ground. The space is as large as the first floor of Granger's house plus a backyard.

After several people propped up another magic tent, Cyrus and Hermione were dragged away by their respective parents.

"Although I have nothing against you, but... some things are still..." Monica said implicitly, "I don't want to see you drop out of school so early, even if you don't worry about money, but for your Poor health..."

"Mom! What are you thinking about?!" She quickly understood what her mother meant.

"Your mother and I are just for your own good, so you have to sleep in a tent with us..." Mr. Granger worried that the two of them had made a wrong step, after all, they were both just entering puberty.

It's normal to have thoughts on certain things, and like the wife said, he didn't want Hermione and Cyrus to drop out of school early...

"If you don't want to sleep in a tent with me, I can understand... If the Granger family didn't stop you." Klein patted his son's shoulder with relief, and said comfortingly, "Seriously, you shouldn't invite our..."

Cyrus took half a step towards the next door with his right foot, and when his heel just hit the ground, he immediately retracted.

He and Hermione looked at each other from a distance.

Regarding these matters, Klein's heart was terribly big. As he said, if he and Hermione hadn't invited their parents to the World Cup, would they be able to share a tent now?

"Regret?"

Klein asked him with a smile, and fumbled for a piece of paper in his pocket, pinched some tobacco from the iron box in his pocket, rolled it up slowly, and licked the end of the paper to make it fit.

The fingers that twitched briefly because Robert was 'overwhelmed', only now stopped.

He skillfully exhaled a smoke ring, looked at the countless wizards around him, and suddenly felt nothing special, except for a few, most wizards were just like ordinary people.

"What is there to regret?"

Should he confess that he had already experienced it when he was in school, but Cyrus didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that Mr. Granger would come running with his belt.

But this is just Cyrus' personal thought, in fact Mr. Granger is more worried about his daughter Hermione's ignorance.

Cyrus is a boy?Sorry, he had never seen Cyrus being rude, at least at home, when he and his wife saw Hermione bullying Cyrus the most.

Wendell Granger, looking at Cyrus, suddenly thought of his time in college. At that time, he was still very young and innocent...until he met Monica who also studied medicine.

It was noon when they slept and woke up, and the game would start in the afternoon, but fortunately, Mrs. Granger had already prepared dry food.

Klein pulled a chair out of the tent, smoked a cigarette leisurely in the sporadic sunlight in the woods, and took out a charcoal pencil to paint on a large pyramid-shaped tent.

Cyrus grabbed several handfuls of dry branches from the woods, lit a fire in the clearing, and filled some water in an earthen pot in the kitchen to prepare soup.

"Where did you learn it?" Hermione watched him throw in a handful of dried mushrooms and mushrooms, and poured some milk to freshen it up, "I've never seen you cook...Could it be that Kevin taught you ?”

"It's a pity that there are no fish~" But he didn't answer the question, just smiled at his girlfriend.

"Give me something next time, I'll cook it... Unlike some people who just sit there and read the newspaper all day long." Mrs. Granger gave her husband a sideways look, "But the taste is really good!"

Wendell Granger: ... (puckers lips helplessly)

Knowing his wife's temper well, he naturally wouldn't talk back. He turned his head to the other side helplessly, and looked at the top of the tent-like house next door. There was a... Is that a windmill?

"Cough... When did you... do this?" Klein's tone was up and down, he looked at his son and stammered and asked.

"always will"

That's no problem, Klein was half relieved. He originally thought that Cyrus learned it when he was a child because he was afraid of starving to death.

The soup that came out was a bit thick, whether it was drunk directly or dipped in toast, Mrs. Granger did not prepare too much. After all, the famous food in Britain is-French restaurants.

Five people gathered around a small fire, and if they didn't look at the tent filled with modern furniture, maybe Cyrus would carve a wooden ax with itchy hands again (Gandalf's story).

Aside from those various decorations, the most striking is the one closest behind them:

The British flag is hung on it, but there are posters of the Bulgarian team, and from time to time, a few American wizards from the Salem Wizarding Academy will come out of it.

It was Anthony Goldstein, coming over after sending off the last American wizard with a water jug.

"President? What else did you do at school?" Mr. Granger asked suspiciously when he heard his greeting.

"It's just a club... just a few people." Hermione stuck out her scalded tongue and said mysteriously, "It's like a club in an ordinary school, similar to... a reading club ?”

But in the next second, the blunt Anthony said: "We just read books, have a party, and study spells...By the way, we can liberate our minds, make some models, and earn some Galleons..."

The three parents became more and more strange the more they heard it. It's not ugly, but...why does it feel a little dangerous in the back?

Mr. Granger and Mr. Klein didn't care. Instead, they were a little surprised. Who would have thought that their daughter/son would have such talent... It can only be said that even if they entered a magic school, they are still geniuses.

"Wait—wait a minute, no wonder you haven't asked us for pocket money... Be honest, how much have you earned?" Mrs. Granger raised her brows and asked sharply, "I'm talking about everything!"

This 'all' refers to money in both worlds.

"Hmm...haha... forgot." The small bench under Hermione's buttocks moved slowly towards Cyrus, gradually moving away from her mother, "The publishing house in America hasn't paid the copyright fee and share yet... .”

Ok, so it's all sold across the ocean? !

"That's not your reason! Mien!" Mrs. Granger was angry because she and her husband didn't know anything!

The two of them are indeed still young, and she worries that they will become addicted to it when they suddenly have a large amount of money, but they won't take it away suddenly, but... just hope that this kind of thing can be discussed with their family members.

Anthony Goldstein didn't know why, President Hermione's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the vice president buried his head in the bowl.

Maybe he said something wrong, he quickly found an excuse to escape from Granger's camp.

"Okay~ Mother~" As soon as Anthony left, Hermione immediately hugged her mother's hand and began to act like a baby. The soft-handed offensive finally made Mrs. Granger relax a bit, "We didn't use it indiscriminately... But, starting a business requires money"

"Entrepreneurship? How are you doing now?" Her father asked the two of them with great interest, and took a sip of the hot mushroom soup.

Two little ghosts, one fifteen and one fourteen this year, how powerful can they be?Not to mention losing everything, at least it is a no-profit, no loss, right?

"Actually, it's not much. It's only about 200 Galleons per month..." Facing the question from the Grangers, Cyrus sat up straight in a daze, his body tensed subconsciously.

"Ahem! It's only... just over 200, not a lot... all of them?"

"It's not all, we only got [-]% to [-]%, after all, it's distributed to other friends who helped us." Cyrus assured himself, "But there will be more than that in the future!"

Although he knew Hermione didn't care too much, he still wanted to pick something that would please the Grangers.

And Hermione from the gang tried to make amends again and again. She hugged her mother's arm and said, "Two hundred Galleons are really not much! We still need to raise cats, dogs, owls, and fire dragons..."

She counted them one by one, and accidentally revealed something else.

dragon?Dragon?Klein nodded in satisfaction, and can only say... he will always support Cyrus as long as he does not touch the moral bottom line, and it is anything within a certain range.

Besides... that's a fire dragon!

The Grangers, on the other hand, looked at each other, and finally the couple said worriedly, "Daughter, you are still young, so even if you are safe, you can't commit a crime~"

On the way to the camp, Charlie from the Weasley family mentioned a lot about dragons, and they listened a lot, and one of them was that private breeding of fire dragons is prohibited, and they can only be kept in designated protected areas.

The afternoon was not difficult for them. When the sun faltered, a kind of 'carnival' atmosphere began to pervade the camp.

But the ones that can attract a few people's attention are those vendors who come through space magic.

Especially those minifigures running around, and the small model of the Firebolt that can really fly, which is undoubtedly the most attractive to Mr. Granger.

"Hmph...it's not the World Cup..." Klein looked dryly at the statues even though he didn't have any interest in wizarding things. "That's it! It's just a moving doll!"

Mr. Granger pulled Klein, ran to a cart, and compared two fingers: "Two Irish team sash...the kind that would be called at that time!"

"Are you rich?" Mrs. Granger poured cold water on him.

"Daughter... daughter?"

But Hermione had already dragged Cyrus away.

When they walked through those hawkers, occasionally some small Firebolts rushed past them uncontrollably, and they also saw various eye-catching ways to promote their respective products.

It was the first time Hermione saw this kind of wizard fair. She pulled Cyrus and ran excitedly from one cart to another.

"Reminds me of a fun place! It's very similar to here!" Cyrus held her hand tightly and shuttled back and forth among the crowd.

"Where?" Because of the noisy environment, her voice couldn't help but raise a lot.

"Big Hole Town in Shire!"

That's where the Freedom Gathering is held in the Shire during festivals, and it seems... Gandalf's favorite place to set off fireworks.