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He told Fred that he had seen Harry and their sister in the woods beside the grounds.
Then a few people found this place.
It was almost noon now, and they planned to continue after lunch.
"Oh, over there..." After looking around, Cedric suddenly pointed to the tent on the open space not far away. Harry and Ron had just walked out of it carrying a pot.
On the other side of the tent was Mr. Weasley, fiddling with a pile of firewood.
"Oh... why is it extinguished again? I remember Hermione did this before."
He lay on the ground, constantly blowing at the firewood that had long been extinguished with his mouth, and his whole face was covered in dust.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Fred walked over and asked in confusion, "Did you forget your wand at home?"
"Don't forget to observe Muggle safety regulations." Mr. Weasley stood up and rubbed his neck, which was a little sore from tilting his head.
"I think we'll have to wait a while before we can have lunch." George muttered in the back, "Dad really likes this rule."
"Where have you been?" Mr. Weasley did not hear him and stood up and asked, "Why did you take so long to come back? I thought you were lost."
"It's like I got to feel the atmosphere of the World Cup in advance," Fred said. "The wizards here are so enthusiastic."
"It's the World Cup, everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time..." said Mr. Weasley.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed the unfamiliar face behind Fred.
"I suppose you must be Kanna," he asked.
"Connor Prince!" Connor said quickly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley."
"Me too, children," said Mr. Weasley, "Come in, I have borrowed a big enough tent this time, and you can choose your own room.
But lunch may have to wait a while, I have to find a way to get these... Oh, who are you! "
Mr. Weasley turned around and found that a house-elf had appeared behind him.
The firewood that he had been fiddling with for a long time but to no avail was now burning fiercely.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley," said Connor. "He's Kreacher. I brought him here. He didn't know about the security regulations against Muggles!"
"Well, it doesn't matter..." Mr. Weasley looked a little disappointed, but still said, "Our tent is at the back. Even if we use magic occasionally, Mr. Roberts will not notice it..."
What a shame, he felt like he would be able to learn to use matches soon.
But now the problem of making a fire has been solved, we can’t just put it out and start over.
Mr. Weasley placed a pot on the wood fire and adjusted its position carefully.
He had originally wanted to cook some stew and make do with a meal, but Kreacher had already consciously picked up the spoon and was looking up at him from the side.
Mr. Weasley felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. He inexplicably felt that he had taken someone else's job, so he subconsciously gave up his current position.
Kreacher walked over naturally and started fiddling with the stew pot.
"All right……"
Mr. Weasley stepped aside, looked at Connor who was hesitant to speak, and took the initiative to say: "It's good to have a house-elf to help occasionally... At least everyone doesn't have to go to the game hungry."
Obviously, he has a clear understanding of his cooking skills.
At this time, the other people who went to fetch water also came back.
As soon as Percy saw Fred and George, he started scolding them for running around.
"You are causing trouble for Dad again." He said pretentiously, "and you will also affect the work of other people in the department. It's best to be quiet. If I find out that you are trying to do something again, I will..."
"Deduct points from us?" said Fred, with mock fear. "We're not at Hogwarts yet."
"And you're not the student body president anymore," George said.
"Not even a prefect..."
The two laughed.
But Bill noticed the cart parked nearby.
He picked up a firework and threw it.
"boom!"
The fireworks exploded, and suddenly a huge four-leaf clover appeared in the air.
"So it's you..." He said with a smile, "My friend Baku told me that he bought some very interesting gadgets, and the price was not expensive. But when I went to look for you, you had already left."
Hearing this, Fred immediately became interested. "Do you need it? Two Sickles each, ten for a Galleon."
"That's a gift for you," said George.
"It's a good deal indeed." Bill smiled and took out a Galleon. "Thank you. I'll take the Irish one."
Charlie next to him also bought Bulgarian fireworks.
Hearing the noise outside, all the people who had been in the tent came out and gathered around the cart curiously.
"How much is this!" Ron asked, picking up a hat.
"One Galleon," said Fred.
"So expensive." Ron touched his pocket, "How much do I pay..."
"One Galleon."
Ron frowned and said, "I'm your brother!"
"Oh." Fred and George looked at each other and said at the same time, "Two Galleons!"
Ron was so angry that he threw his hat back onto the car, and everyone else couldn't help but laugh.
Harry kept his mouth shut tightly, trying not to laugh out loud. Ron was his friend, and he couldn't act too gloating.
But everyone bought some things.
Hermione and Ginny liked the hairpins very much, Mr. Weasley changed into a Bulgarian hat, and Harry bought the most, taking a little of everything except the hairpins, and then gave half of it to Ron.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 458 Interrupting Spellcasting (Additional chapter by the mischievous Wheel of Fortune leader, 55)
As more and more people gathered on the field, the tents gradually became less diverse.
When the first Bulgarian team flag was printed on the tent, everyone else could not sit still and added the logo of their support team to their own tents, and the venue gradually became clearly divided.
Occasionally, there would be a Bulgarian suddenly appearing in the Irish supporters' camp, but the next second, that person would pack up his tent and move to the other camp.
At this time, the members of the Ministry of Magic who are responsible for managing the venue will turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.
However, the Weasley family did not participate.
After all, there are so many of them, and some support different teams, so it is impossible to reach a consensus. Even if they want to take sides, they can't. They can only remain neutral and watch the fun from the sidelines.
"I've never met so many foreign wizards." While waiting for dinner, Harry returned to the tent with a bucket of water.
This was his second time fetching water.
Harry liked this job very much because every time he went to fetch water, he would meet many wizards he had never seen before.
For example, not far from their tent, there were three African wizards with some kind of paint on their faces. Harry had never seen them use wands... because they could make the barbecue on the stove turn over automatically with just a flick of their fingers.
"Those people are really amazing." Harry whispered to Ron, "I remember Professor Flitwick said that this is wandless spellcasting, a very advanced skill that even seventh-year graduates may not be able to learn.
But they look about 15 or 16 years old, not much older than us.”
"No, Harry." Bill, who happened to be passing by, heard his words and whispered, "Those people are from the Ugadu School of Magic. They are not used to using wands, but prefer the ancient gesture magic."
"Vagardo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…?" Harry repeated.
"Yes," said Bill. "It's located in the Mountains of the Moon in Africa. It's as old as Hogwarts itself, and wands are the least important commodity there."
Harry nodded, trying not to look too surprised.
Seeing wizards from so many countries on the field, he suddenly felt that he was so stupid that he never realized that Hogwarts was not the only magic school.
Soon, Kreacher prepared lunch.
There were so many of them that it was too crowded to eat in the tent, so Mr. Weasley set up a large table outside.
Everyone sat in a circle, eating and discussing the upcoming game.
Ron tried his best to tell others how powerful Viktor Krum was, trying to persuade them to join the camp supporting Bulgaria, but to little avail.
Even Cedric pretended not to hear... He was the only one there who was a Seeker but supported the Irish team.
The remaining two Seekers, Harry and Charlie, are both devoted fans of Bulgaria.
Just as Ron emphasized Krum's age for the third time, Mr. Weasley suddenly stood up, smiled and waved to the man who was striding towards him.
"Ha ha!" he said, "the most important person at the moment is Ludo!"
Ludo Bagman was wearing the jersey of his former Wimbledon Hornets team, which attracted special attention. However, this dress was a little too small for him now. The robe was tightly stretched on his big belly. It seemed that it was made temporarily without even time to adjust the size.
"Aha, Arthur, what are you eating? I can smell the delicious aroma from a long way off," Bagman shouted happily. He jumped up and down as if he had springs under his feet. It was obvious that he was in a state of extreme excitement.
"It's just a very ordinary lunch." Mr. Weasley said, "If you don't mind, let's eat together."
"I would love to, but unfortunately I have already promised Volkov to have lunch with him."
Bagman smiled and said, "This young Bulgarian hitter is probably trying to learn a trick from me. He's a cunning guy, but I admire him."
Mr. Weasley laughed along.
At this moment, Percy hurriedly stepped forward and extended his hand, hoping to leave a good impression on the Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic.
"Ah, I almost forgot to introduce them." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "This is my son Percy, who happens to work at the Ministry of Magic. There are also Bill and Charlie. They both work abroad and just came back recently... Over there are Kyle and Cedric..."
Mr. Weasley introduced everyone one by one, but Bagman didn't seem to care much about it. He only looked up slightly when he heard Kyle's name.
When Mr. Weasley introduced Harry, he immediately shifted his attention to the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Let me introduce him to you." Seeing Hermione's puzzled look, he continued, "This is Ludo Bagman, the best batsman ever for Wimbourne Wasps, who once represented England in the World Cup.
And we were able to get such good tickets thanks to him.”
Bagman smiled and waved his hand as if to say it was nothing.
"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?"