Chinese students at Hogwarts.

To be honest, the travel experience of portkeys is quite poor. The so-called habit just means that I will not kneel on the ground and vomit.

For example, a few young wizards are like that now. But the uncomfortable feeling will not disappear.

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, but immediately regretted it. A moist air with a rotten smell poured into his nose. This deep breath almost did what the portkey failed to do.

There was a thick fog all around, except for the hard hay field where they landed, surrounded by swampy mire strewn with dead branches and leaves.

The sound just heard came from two tired and sullen wizards standing there, one holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but it was a little weird: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit on top, and a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes underneath;

His colleague wore a pleated kilt and a South American cloak.

"Good morning Arthur-"

The wizard holding the gold watch started chatting with Mr. Arthur, but the little wizard was not interested in listening to the adults' greetings. They hurriedly cleaned it up, then looked around regardless of their still uncomfortable bodies.

"Can't you see anything?"

Ron looked away in disappointment and sighed. He thought he could see a large number of wizards gathering together, singing and dancing.

Cedric was in good condition. He jumped down from a large raised rock and shrugged:

"The fog here is very similar to the smoke spell we practice in the club. It should be used to hide the camp."

Harry nodded in agreement. He was the only one who had used this spell in real combat, so he was naturally deeply touched by it.

"Kids, this way, now to our camp-"

Arthur over there had finished his greetings and was waving to them with a piece of parchment. The little wizards immediately gathered around them, and the wizard with the gold watch just waved his wand.

The fog that shrouded the entire swamp obediently separated a path.

We walked through the deserted swamp for about twenty minutes, and gradually a door appeared in front of us, and then a small stone house.

There was a Muggle with dull eyes who had clearly cast a confusion spell, and he was responsible for collecting the fees.

Zhang Xiao couldn't understand why Muggles had to charge here?

It would be better to just negotiate with the management and book the venue directly. No matter how well the Confusion Curse and the Forgetting Curse are cast, there will still be hidden dangers.

Just when the Muggle administrator handed the map to Arthur, he shook his head, his distracted eyes suddenly became clear, and he asked curiously:

"What are Quidditch and Quaffle? Are you holding a fancy dress show? I saw a man in a suit and skirt walking around yesterday." 0

"Ah?" Mr. Arthur was stunned. At this moment, the door of the cabin suddenly opened, and a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly jumped out.

"Forgotten!" he snapped, pointing his wand at him.

The Muggle's eyes became distracted again, with a silly smile on his face, and he stayed aside quietly.

The wizard in bloomers looked haggard, and he spoke to Arthur in a low voice: "He has caused me a lot of trouble.

Alas, Ludo Bagman only helps, walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his lungs.

Originally there was Barty Crouch as a reliable helper, but he suddenly became the Minister of Magic. Oh my god, the only person with a clear mind was gone.

Shit, it’s just the World Cup and we’re so busy

I can’t believe it’ll be a while before we host————”

"Cough cough cough cough cough!" Arthur suddenly coughed violently, his acting skills were so poor that even the little wizard could see it.

The Knickerbocker Wizard reacted immediately. He ignored the curious looks of the little wizards and sighed again: "Oh my God, I really wish this would end soon. See you later, Arthur."

When the wizard's figure disappeared, the Weasley children immediately rushed forward. They pulled Arthur's arms, swung them around, and kept begging.

"Dad! Dad! What is that?" This was Ron's voice.

"Dad, just tell us!" This was Ginny's cry.

"Since Percy knows everything, it's not an important matter. We also have the right to know!"

The twin brothers waved their fists and shouted loudly.

They vaguely felt that there must be something big that was going to be announced soon and related to them, otherwise Percy wouldn't be so mysterious and always want to show off.

But they were so curious about what this thing was.

The remaining Harry, Hermione, and Malfoy were equally curious, but they could not rush forward. They could only clench their fists and hope that Mr. Arthur could not withstand the children's series of attacks.

Facts have proved that, except for Mr. Weasley who seems a bit out of tune when it comes to Muggle supplies, he is very reliable in other places.

"I'm sorry, kids, I can't say it. Believe me, this kind of thing must be kept secret. If I really tell you, you will blame me.

There are no surprises. "

Mr. Arthur waved his hands, and the little wizards sighed, but had no choice but to follow Mr. Arthur angrily.

The group bypassed the hut and entered the camp through the high wooden fence.

I was immediately stunned. I saw a huge gentle slope covered with densely packed tents. They went up the gentle slope of a large field, which stretched into a dark forest on the horizon.

There are so many tents, colorful and green, that it looks like they are covered with mushrooms from a distance.

"Bloody hell! How many wizards are coming to watch the game!"

Ron stared blankly and murmured unconsciously.

"Ron, no swearing!"

Mr. Weasley said with a frown, and then sighed:

"According to the current ticket sales information, there are already more than 11 people! Including the staff who do not need tickets, there must be about people."

One hundred and ten thousand wizards!

Even Zhang Xiao was amazed by this number.

According to my own understanding, there are about 20,000 to 30,000 Taoist sects, and there are less than 50,000 monks in the whole of China. However, China is special, and the upper limit of the number of people is limited by [Heavenly Court].

If you ignore it and open the restrictions, it is a bit exaggerated to attract a million people in an instant, but it is not a problem to get 500,000 or 600,000 people.

Based on the number of wizards in the UK, the number of wizards (Taoist priests) in the entire world should not exceed one million.

There are more than 110,000 wizards here, and everyone here has a ticket, which means that more than one-tenth of the entire wizard population comes to watch this game.

Although this tent looked spectacular, the thought of the VIP box camp at the very end immediately made everyone frown.

This meant that everyone had to walk through the entire camp. After lamenting for a while, they finally entered the camp through the thin fog under the leadership of Mr. Weasley.