[HP] Aunt of the Savior

Harry felt that Sirius seemed particularly excited this time, so excited that it was almost weird.But considering that this was the Quidditch World Cup after all, he felt that all the changes in his godfather's feelings were understandable.

Harry was the first to put his finger on the portkey, and his friends all stretched out their fingers nervously to touch the old pipe, which seemed silly and disturbing.Even children like Ron or Neville who grew up in wizarding families didn't always use Portkeys, and now they felt that this way of transportation seemed more insecure than riding the Knight Bus.

"Four, three, two, one..." As Sirius counted down, everyone felt as if their navels were hooked by an iron hook, and then they huddled together and flew up, caught by the The old pipe led the circle in the air, and finally fell on a grassy field. Fortunately, the ground was soft.

Sirius, the only one who stood firmly, stretched out his hand, pulled the children up one by one, and summoned the glasses that Harry threw out. "Here, Harry."

"Thank you." Harry put on his glasses and was looking at the environment he was in now, when he heard a strange, somewhat lifeless voice beside him saying.

"At ten-forty, Portkey to the Black House."

Sirius handed over the old pipe in his hand to the owner of the voice, and Harry saw two strangely dressed men standing in front of them.They're probably trying to dress up as Muggles, but they're not very good at imitating them, which makes them look ridiculously nondescript.Compared with them, even the Dursleys couldn't fault Sirius' attire.

The other wizard had just absently filled out the records on the folder in his hand when he suddenly raised his head: "Oh, Blake, then this must be...Harry Potter?! It's a pleasure to see you."

Harry was used to the feeling of being noticed, he smiled at the wizard friendly, and shook hands with him, but subconsciously grabbed the hair on his forehead to cover the famous scar, By the way, he glanced at the old box at the feet of the two wizards.There were all sorts of weird stuff in the box, broken beer bottles, old umbrellas, and even a scrap tire.

"It's really Harry Potter?" The previous wizard also came to his senses, "I heard my son mentioned you, he said that you play Quidditch very well..."

"Okay, Basil, I didn't bring Harry here for a tour." Sirius seemed to know the wizard, he urged impatiently, interrupting his excited chatter, "Where is my camp?"

"Just ahead in the first camp, walk about a quarter of a mile to Mr. Roberts, the warden. Your friend, Mr. McFerut, was here early this morning, though."

Basil shrugged, gave up on talking to Harry, and pointed to the side. "You can see the camp through this swamp."

"Okay, thank you." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that the other party hadn't noticed Mr. McCafferty's true identity.He was very happy to watch the Quidditch World Cup with Regulus this time, and he knew that Regulus actually loved the sport more than he did.During the last World Cup, Regulus couldn't change his appearance very well, but now there is no problem.

"Mr. McCafferty?" Harry gave Sirius a puzzled look when they were walking towards the camp.He had never heard of the godfather having such a friend.

"A friend I met abroad, he came to England to watch the World Cup." Sirius didn't tell Harry about Regulus, and he knew that Regulus was still alive. The fewer people, the better.

As they talked, they walked across the swamp to the camp.Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, was in a trance, as if a wizard was responsible for modifying his memory whenever he felt something was wrong.Sirius asked for another camp map from Mr. Roberts, and Apparated and disappeared while the wizard complained that everyone was not careful enough.

Harry could well understand why Mr. Roberts felt that something was wrong with the camp, the eccentric tents seemed really strange to him even on second sight.Wizards seem to have put all their creative talents into designing their own tents.There are various tents, some with chimneys, some with gardens, and there is a particularly eye-catching tent in the center of the camp, which is decorated with striped silk like a palace, and there are live peacocks tied to the door.Harry felt as if he saw a familiar figure at the door of the tent, but when he looked again, there was no one there except for the peacock pacing leisurely.

"No, Merlin's socks..." Sirius, who was looking for the camp, suddenly stiffened his smile, and growled in a low voice: "Oh, hell, I saw our tent."

Harry and the others followed Sirius' line of sight, and found that this tent was as attractive as the palace-like tent, and at the same time, it was obviously unusual

The Black family's tent occupies quite a large piece of land, and it seems to be spliced ​​together by several tents. There are several spires rising one after another like a small castle, and the highest spire is very ostentatiously hung with the Black family's crest.What's worse is that it's almost surrounded by green, with just a touch of silver for decoration.The children looked at each other, and felt that no matter how they looked at it, the decoration of this tent did not match a group of Gryffindors.

"This must be a good thing Kreacher did..." Sirius complained angrily in a low voice.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with the colors of the Irish team, is there?" Hearing Sirius' voice, McPuter-Regulus came out of the tent, with a gentle smile on his ordinary face, and Children say hello. "Hello, children."

"Hello, Mr. McCafferty."

After meeting Mr. McCafferty, Harry suddenly realized that his godfather might not be telling the truth—Mr. McCafferty's accent was more standard than that of Professor Victor, who had worked in England for many years, and he didn't look like a foreigner at all.

"Harry Potter, hello." Regulus couldn't help but look at Harry a few more times.Was this the first time Regulus had seen Harry, and was this the Boy Who Lived? !To be honest, Regulus didn't like the boy at all, he looked too much like James Potter.

Seeing Sirius taking good care of Harry always brought back some not-so-pleasant memories for Regulus.But for a Slytherin, his emotions were quite reserved, at least Sirius didn't notice what his brother was thinking at all.

But Harry couldn't help sneaking a few glances at this Mr. McCafferty.He keenly felt that Mr. McCafferty was a bit weird, but what made him more concerned was that Sirius had something to hide from him.

It seems that every adult has something to hide from him!But as he got older, Harry hated being kept in the dark even more.This made him try to be as frank as possible with his friends, and on the other hand began to carefully use his mind - as Professor Snape often emphasized - to think about what was hidden behind some things.

It certainly pays off.This time, maybe he can find out something, such as the identity of this Mr. McCafferty... Thinking of this, Harry withdrew his gaze from looking at McCafferty, and went to the tent to choose a room with his friends as if nothing had happened.

This magic tent is very spacious, enough for each of them to occupy a room with a bathroom. Except that the room is decorated with silver and green tones, there is really nothing that can make everyone feel dissatisfied.But soon Sirius started knocking on the door one by one asking if they would like to change the color scheme of the room. As soon as he moved in, he took off the obtrusive Black family crest on the top of the tent.So, everyone's last bit of dissatisfaction disappeared.

But this probably displeased the house elf who had arranged everything, as evidenced by the fact that today's lunch and dinner "happened" to be vegetable salad and smoked fish, which Sirius hated the most.

After arriving at the camp, Harry and the others saw wizards and wizards from all over the world. They were all dressed up in various styles, and very few of them really looked like ordinary Muggles.Moreover, few people strictly abide by the secrecy law, and it is difficult for wizards to get used to life without magic.This made the employees of the Ministry of Magic exhausted, and it seemed that everyone was very tired.

"Oh, I wonder if Mom and Dad are exhausted too." Neville said worriedly.It can be seen from the faces of the staff coming and going that this exciting World Cup match seems to have completely failed to make them feel any excitement for the staff of the Ministry of Magic. "They say they're responsible for the security of the arena, but Quidditch is always a bit..."

The round-faced teenager looked distressed, and looked really worried.Almost everyone knows that every Quidditch game can cause various dangerous situations. The mascots of various countries are a major attraction of the game, and they are also a big trouble for the organizers.

But after the opening ceremony and the first match, the Longbottoms came to visit Neville.Compared to those tired-looking wizards, the Longbottoms had good spiritual mentors, and Frank even complained to Sirius about the fiasco of England for a while.

"This is so embarrassing... Oh my God, ten to 390... I dare say that if Ludo was still there, the game would never have such a score." Mr. Longbottom, who usually looks gentle, fully reflected his Flushed with excitement, a Gryffindor trait. "He's fit for the pitch, but not really for the Ministry of Magic..."

After seeing off the Longbottom couple who were guests, Harry, Ron, Neville and Hermione went to fetch water together with buckets and pots.After thoroughly savoring the food Kreacher had offered yesterday, Sirius insisted today on preparing dinner himself in Muggle fashion.

They walked through the camp while chatting about the terrible game just now, and today there are several more weird-shaped tents than yesterday.Just like what the Ministry of Magic officials said, wizards from all over the world are still coming here, and they will only work harder than before.

"Harry, what are you looking at?" Hermione couldn't help asking when she saw Harry looking around.

"I'm looking for Mr. McCafferty," Harry answered. "He's been missing since the game."

"I heard him tell Professor Black that he was going for a walk." Neville said, only he still occasionally used to call Sirius Professor Black, even though he didn't take Sirius' protection of magical creatures at school. .

Harry shrugged his shoulders, always feeling that this wasn't the case.There was a vague premonition in his heart, but he couldn't grasp the key to the matter.When passing by the door of the tent where the peacock was tied, Harry suddenly thought of the familiar figure he saw that day, and he couldn't help but glance over there.

Then, he happened to see a pale golden head emerge from the tent.

"Malfoy!" Harry couldn't help frowning the moment he met his gaze.

"Saint Potter!" Draco snorted softly. "Why, take your poor, stupid, and mudblood followers to the World Cup?"