I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 355 A hat you can’t afford to wear

Looking at his helpless son standing aside, Lucius took a deep breath and said slowly:

"How many times have I taught you that you must think carefully before doing anything, such as visiting Ian, why can't you observe carefully first."

After a slight pause, Lucius still said patiently:

"If you can look closely, you can see that they are having lunch at the moment. Look at that lunch. It is so simple. Is there no elf to serve it? So, what does this mean?"

Draco's expression of despair made Lucius's eyes twitch, but... the thought of him being his only son.

"A simple lunch shows that they don't want to sacrifice time for eating. When interacting with others, we must avoid doing things that are disgusting. Your visit at this time will undoubtedly make Ian feel troubled, although it is not a big deal. , but it will consume intangible goodwill, understand?"

Looking at his son who still seemed to understand, Lucius waved his hands speechlessly. He gave up, but he was really not willing to raise a stupid son who only knew how to make money.

"I have moved the box in the stadium to the one next to Ian. As long as we go there early enough tonight and stay at the door of the box pretending to meet by chance, we will have a more reasonable exchange of visits."

"I understand!" Malfoy said happily.

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

After a quick lunch and a difficult walk, they finally arrived at the market Hermione mentioned.

Countless vendors crowded around, either carrying trays or pushing carts filled with weird gadgets.

In short, each one is just like in Doraemon, everything is there, even if it is not displayed, as long as the customers ask, they can take out the goods you want from unexpected places.

In pockets, on cars, and even a witch put her hand into her chest...

Of course, the mainstream products are still mainly Quidditch, such as: exquisite luminous badges (green represents Ireland, red represents Bulgaria.) Flags that play their own songs, broomstick models, the latest Quidditch glasses...

Especially the latest Quidditch glasses, this kind of alchemy item Ian is also very interested in.

But after picking it up and checking it out, I found that there was no difference in function from the previous one, except that there was an extra line printed on the surface "Quidditch World Cup Special Commemorative Edition"

There is an extra line of words that seems to be temporarily printed on it. Not only is the price 2 galleons more expensive, but the sales volume is also booming. This... really no one can make sense of it.

Mr. Granger was dazzled by such a wide variety of products.

But Ian still saw that before shopping, the other party quietly called Hermione aside, and then secretly took out a stack of pounds in exchange for a small cloth bag with the Gringotts logo.

This scene seemed familiar to him, just like 20 years ago when the daughter stretched out her little hand and asked her father for pocket money; and in the blink of an eye, the elderly father was standing next to his daughter asking for a gift.

Seeing Mr. Granger walking around happily after taking the money, he also felt a lot.

after an hour.

"Ian, what do you think of this hat? My dad bought one just now." Hermione picked up a wizard hat with an Irish clover printed on it from a mobile vendor cart.

"Hat?" Hearing Hermione's question, Ian turned his gaze back. After all, as time went by, the place became more and more lively.

"No, no. This hat doesn't suit me."

"Why? Look, this hat is quite beautiful." Hermione said and pointed the dark green clover on the hat at Ian.

"Well... I'm not used to wearing hats. If you like it, buy it for Uncle Granger. He can wear the two hats interchangeably."

Seeing that Hermione was so taken with her, Ian could only settle for the next best thing and change his target.

Just kidding...an Ireland hat?Emerald green background, dark green clover.Sorry, he really can't afford such high-end things.

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After the sun turned slightly west, excitement began to spread throughout the 10-person camp.

By the time it was past 6 p.m., when the sky was just getting dark, the wizards had torn away the last trace of their restraint, and the carnival had completely begun.

And unlike in the past, now that the Ministry of Magic has completely relaxed its control, everyone has burst out with unprecedented enthusiasm.

Fireworks of various colors flying in the sky and colorful fluorescent lights on the ground directly make the area here look like daylight.

After wandering for more than an hour, around 7 o'clock in the evening, the group finally returned to the camp.

There is no way, the game starts at 9pm, if you don't hurry up and have dinner, you will have to watch the game hungry, and... God knows how long they will play.

Different from the perfunctory work at lunch, everyone at dinner unanimously rejected Hermione's decision to continue to be the chef, which led to a somewhat angry Hermione, staring at everyone who didn't like it...

"The water is boiling!" Ian said to Mrs. Granger.

The kettle was taken aside, and a rich fragrance suddenly spread over the small lawn. It was the smell of black tea mixed with coffee.

After Mrs. Granger left, Ian sat in front of the barbecue and placed the pre-marinated sausages, steaks and some fresh vegetables.

Yes, tonight he will be the chef, showing off an authentic street barbecue.

Ian used an iron skewer to thread the cut steaks and sausages into skewers, and then evenly applied spices and salt.

"Bah!"

The heated steak keeps exuding crystal clear oil, and when the oil falls onto the red-hot charcoal, it makes a crisp sound, accompanied by white smoke rising from the grill...

Sausage, potatoes, eggplant, steak, broccoli, green beans, and even two tomatoes left over from lunch... In short, Ian's main focus at the moment is to bake everything.

Carrying the freshly baked barbecue platter, Ian found Hermione who was staying alone in the corner.

"I'm just not letting you cook. How big of a deal are you still angry? Try it after it's just baked. Let's go watch the game after eating."

There is no other way, my wife can only coax her, I can't count on anyone else.

The Grangers?Hehe, the two of them are busy right now and really don't have time to care about these things.

"I'm not angry that I didn't cook, I'm angry that you didn't support me and voted against me like the two of them..."

Hermione turned her head to the side, her back to Ian, and complained quietly.

"Are you really not going to eat some? The freshly grilled steak, the spices penetrate perfectly into the tender beef through the fat, and it is wrapped with fresh lettuce..."

As Ian said this, he brought the plate next to Hermione, so that the aroma of the food could better stimulate her taste buds.

Ten seconds later, probably after seeing Hermione move slightly.

"Okay, since you don't want to eat, I'll eat it myself." After saying that, Ian put the plate in front of him, picked up the cutlery and started to eat.