Chapter 311 Quidditch World Cup Campsite
After changing their clothes, they gathered in front of the manor gate.
Lucius and Narcissa's attire was also extremely elegant and noble.
Narcissa wore a dark blue dress, which made her look elegant and intellectual. Her golden curly hair was gently tied up, which set off her delicate facial features.
Lucius was wearing the same all-black suit as Draco, and his silver snake-head cane tapped lightly on the ground, making him look imposing.
"Let's go." Lucius said.
The Thestral carriage drove forward in the night, taking them to the camping site outside the Quidditch World Cup stadium.
When they arrived at their destination, they got off the carriage.
The camping site was already filled with wizards from all over the world. Colorful tents filled the entire open space, and the wizards were all talking enthusiastically about the World Cup.
Just as they were walking towards their tent, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"Lucius!"
They turned to see Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge walking briskly towards them with his usual slick smile on his face.
"You're finally here! I was just about to look for you!" Fudge shook Lucius's hand enthusiastically. He caught a glimpse of Amanta and Harry standing next to him and frowned. "Who are these two...?"
"You should know her. This is Amanta Merlyn." Lucius quickly put on an elegant social mask. "This is Harry Potter."
"Yes, oh... I almost didn't recognize you. The kids have grown up so fast. It reminds me of our old days."
Fudge laughed and cast a sharp look over.
"Miss Merlin, I heard that you have been doing very well at Hogwarts recently. Dumbledore often mentioned you to me."
Amanta didn't have much feeling for this Minister of Magic who was as slick as an old fox, but she still nodded politely.
"Thank you, you are exaggerating, Mr. Minister."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fudge was called away by a group of staff members. Lucius glanced at them indifferently and led them through the crowded crowd towards their tent.
Their tent was built in one of the best locations in the camping area, standing out among the ordinary tents.
When Amanta walked in, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.
A traceless stretching spell was cast on the inside of the tent, making the space hundreds of times larger than it appeared from the outside.
The interior is luxuriously decorated, with gorgeous murals on the walls, thick wool carpets on the floor, and crystal chandeliers shining a warm light on the ceiling.
"...How can this be called a tent?" Harry exclaimed, "This is simply a luxurious villa."
"The Malfoys wouldn't live in those shabby little tents," Draco said with disdain, showing them around.
"Although it's not as good as Malfoy Manor, it's still okay for a night's rest occasionally."
Everyone has a private room and bathroom, and there is even an outdoor swimming pool and small garden in the lobby.
"This is crazy..." Harry sat down on the soft sofa and sank into it. "This camping experience is totally different from what I imagined!"
"You didn't think we were going to sleep in sleeping bags?" Draco sneered.
"I really thought so!" Harry rolled his eyes and couldn't help but sigh, "Draco, the Malfoy family's lifestyle really opened my eyes."
Amanta was not surprised. She sat by the window, looking at the huge silver building not far away - the Quidditch stadium, with some anticipation in her eyes.
Tomorrow is the Quidditch World Cup final.
Before they had sat down for a while, Harry jumped up, his eyes shining with eagerness to try.
"Let's go, let's go for a walk outside!" he suggested excitedly, his eyes rolling back and forth, patrolling between Amanta and Draco.
Draco frowned, clearly reluctant.
"What are you looking for? The whole camp is full of people, and there are tents everywhere. It's crowded, noisy, and there are those crude Muggle-style costumes..."
As he spoke, he looked around the window at the bustling campsites with disdain.
"Draco, it seems that there are many wizards from other countries participating this time." Amanta turned her gaze and said with a little curiosity, "Don't you want to see how wizards from other countries live? I haven't seen many wizards from other countries."
"Yeah, it's super cool... Oh~~ I get it, Draco, you're not afraid of crowded places, are you? You're so timid~~" Harry raised his eyebrows, his words full of provocation.
The provocation worked, and Draco quickly rolled his eyes.
"Are you kidding? I'm Malfoy, I won't back down from such a small matter."
He raised his chin proudly and compromised reluctantly.
"Fine, but if I step on some wizard vendor's rug trap, you two will take care of it."
Harry smiled widely.
"Don't worry, I will remember to hold you back, so that you won't be entangled by some weird wizard or trapped by some strange magic merchandise."
"Humph!"
Draco shook his platinum hair and walked out first.
Amanta and Harry looked at each other, tacitly suppressed their laughter, and followed.
The camp was more lively than they had expected.
Wizards from all over the world wore traditional costumes of their respective countries, or strange Quidditch team uniforms - not only green to support the Irish team, but also red to support the Bulgarian team, and some even wore half red and half green.
The three of them walked in it, as if they were in a grand wizard festival, and soon forgot everything else.
Amanta saw a wizard wearing a robe made of colorful feathers, holding a glowing lizard in his arms, and tapping its head with a magic wand from time to time to make it change different colors.
"Could that person be the Brazilian wizard?" Amanta said thoughtfully.
Draco took a glance and snorted, "No matter where it's from, its taste is worrying."
Harry was attracted by the scene on the other side.
There stood a group of wizards wearing dark red cloaks, speaking some strange language with a distinct accent, which seemed to be Russian.
"I know! They must be... uh, what, students from Kodostoris School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?" Harry asked in a low voice.
Amanta nodded. "Maybe. I heard that their courses focus on combat and defensive magic, and they advocate strict discipline."
"I hope they won't curse the Bulgarian team during the game." Draco said lightly, his eyes sweeping over the group of red-robed wizards.
They continued to move forward, and along the way they saw students and wizards who seemed to be from magic schools or wizarding institutions such as Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, and the Institute of Magic.
Some of them were practicing levitation magic, making cups and small objects dance in the air, while others were enthusiastically exchanging magical goods and World Cup support items.
Amanta secretly pricked up her ears, hoping to get some clues, but unfortunately she didn't get much.