The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

Deep and deep sounds of gongs and drums came from the depths of the woods, and countless lanterns were suddenly lit on the treetops. The colorful lights connected together to outline a road leading to the stadium.

"Time's up! Come on, let's go!"

Arthur shouted excitedly, holding Molly in his right hand and holding a green Irish flag in his left hand, walking in front like a child.

Behind them were a series of little wizards. Bill, Charlie and Ginny were wearing discounted Irish support badges. Harry and Ron had an exquisite telescope hanging around their necks. Ron was wearing a three-cornered hat on his head. The clover is swaying and dancing.

Ron shook his head and said happily: "If it weren't for Loren, I wouldn't have known these things could be so cheap... Bargaining is really an affordable skill."

Harry:…

He touched the holographic telescope on his neck. There were all kinds of weird knobs and dials on it. They were smooth in texture and exquisite in shape... Who would have thought that just adding a zero and then discounting it by half would actually be the real selling price?

At that time, the vendor asked for ten galleons, and Loren cut it to nine cents. The vendor actually agreed.

Praise Loren!

The most eye-catching ones were George and Fred, who were wearing support items from Ireland and Bulgaria at the same time, which caused die-hard fans from both sides to stare angrily, but they didn't care at all and proudly showed that they only used A low-priced item that can be bought for ten kats.

Hermione followed Ginny, holding a booklet of competition instructions and looking at it carefully. Even if the person in front stopped, she didn't know it, and she stumbled and bumped into Ginny's back——

I didn't fall down, but my face hit the competition manual driven by inertia, which caused a little pain.

Click——

The flash came on, and Hermione turned around to see Loren holding an old-fashioned camera, and her whole body felt bad.

The little witch looked at him in disbelief: "You fumbled for half an hour, and the first photo you took turned out to be the moment when I was embarrassed?"

Loren adjusted the ink cartridge containing the developing solution and grinned: "Don't be moved, I will treasure it."

The mechanical roller inside the camera made a soft sound, and a slightly hot photo was spit out. The girl in the photo had her head buried in a manual. Her face was squeezed by the manual as she staggered clumsily, and her twisted nose and lips looked like Extremely funny.

"Who would be moved by this?"

Hermione reached out to grab the photo in embarrassment, and Loren ran away. The two of them chased Arthur and Molly in front of them.

Walking quickly into the woods along the path illuminated by lanterns, thousands of people were walking around, making a noise like a tide, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

This feverish excitement seemed to be contagious, and Hermione couldn't help but smile on her face as she chased after him.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes, talking and laughing loudly, and finally emerged from the other side of the woods and stood in front of a huge stadium.

The magnificent golden walls reflect the brilliant brilliance, and are simply taller and broader than a dozen Hogwarts castles.

"Five hundred staff from the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year. It can accommodate 100,000 spectators." Arthur stood in front of the stadium, looking at the shocked expression on Harry's face, and proudly introduced, "Every inch of this place The place has been cast with a Muggle-repelling spell. Whenever a Muggle comes close to this place, they will suddenly think of urgent matters..."

The witch at the ticket gate obviously knew him, and let them pass with just a quick glance: "First-class ticket! Top box! Go all the way upstairs, Arthur, to the top."

"Thank you Daisy! Have a great night!"

"roll!"

"Ha ha……"

Entering the stadium, one hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another. Those seats were arranged in a ladder shape around the oval stadium. The arena looked as flat and smooth as velvet. In the center of the arena was a huge blackboard, with golden words constantly flashing on it, as if an invisible giant hand was writing on the blackboard and then erasing them:

Cornflower - a broomstick suitable for the whole family, safe and reliable, with a built-in anti-theft buzzer...

Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover - removes stains with ease!

Fengya brand wizard uniforms - London, Paris, Hogsmeade...

Everything was shrouded in a soft and mysterious golden light, and they went up the stairs covered with purple-red carpets until they reached a small box on the top floor.

The box is located at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts of the Quidditch field. The space inside the box is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are nearly forty purple and gold-plated seats arranged in two rows, which are obviously also used. The traceless stretching spell.

Taking their seats according to the seat numbers on the tickets, they were the first people to enter the box. There were no outsiders, so the house elf and Bertha Jorkins in the second-to-last seat in the row behind were particularly conspicuous.

He has long ears like a bat, and is wrapped in a tea towel for wiping the tea set, as if wearing a loose robe. His face is buried in his hands, and his two short legs are stretched out on the chair in front of him.

Bertha Jorkins sat nearby, humming happily.

"Bertha," Arthur turned to greet her, "I didn't expect you to come earlier than me."

Jorkins tilted his head to look at him, as if he was confused for a moment, and said subconsciously: "Twenty more seats have been added to the box. Mr. Crouch asked us to wait for him here."

"Oh, I know, those people in Bulgaria, right?" Arthur smiled.

Jorkins nodded and continued humming to himself.

Harry looked at the house elf for a long time. Although he thought it was impossible, he still tentatively called out: "Dobby?"

The house elf raised his head, uncrossed his fingers, peered at him from between his fingers, and said in a voice more shrill and harsh than Dobby's: "Sir, are you calling me?"

"I'm sorry," Harry scratched his head, "I thought you were someone I knew before."

"But I also know Dobby, sir, my name is Winky!" The house elf noticed the scar on his forehead and lowered his hands, showing an expression of awe, "Dobby talks about you all day long, sir! "

"How did you meet, and how was Dobby's summer vacation?"

"In the store where house elves buy ingredients..."

Harry and Winky chatted, and Hermione also took the opportunity to ask a few questions about house elves. She soon discovered that Winky was an even more ignorant and rigid house elf than Dobby and Wheat. Hermione was so angry that she wanted to put some books in her head. Declaration of Independence.

Loren looked at the house elf and Bertha Jorkins, a faint crystal blue light flashing in his eyes.

Compared to these two people, the mysterious wizard hiding under the invisibility cloak next to him interested him more.