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 a big event 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 100,000 people! Including the staff who do not need tickets, there must be about 110,000 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.

It didn't seem like much from a distance, but when they really got closer, the little wizards immediately started laughing.

Most tents don't look special. After all, according to the requirements of the Ministry of Magic, everyone must make their tents conform to Muggle habits.

But there are still some that are just ridiculous.

For example, if you add a chimney, a bell rope or a weathervane to make it look nondescript, these are still good.

The door of some tents was not a curtain but a heavy iron door. Zhang Xiao even saw an inflatable castle. Yes, it was the kind that often appears in parks to entertain children.

As they passed by, everyone heard the argument between the owner of the bouncy castle and the officials from the Ministry of Magic:

"This is the Muggle tent, I'm sure of it!"

"No, no, no, Espy, this is a Muggle child's toy, not a living thing."

The uniformed Ministry of Magic official looked haggard, but he still shook his head and said helplessly:

"It's a toy, and Muggle kids don't live here."

"Impossible, I went to the park to see it myself! This is a Muggle tent!" The wizard looked unconvinced.

Although they wanted to continue listening, they regretfully gave up the opportunity to watch the theater in order to reach their destination as soon as possible. However, not long after, they heard the sound of "Puff, Puff" coming from behind them.

The huge inflatable toy castle collapsed softly, and there was still a wizard standing in front of it as if he was mourning for his heir.

However, occasionally there are a few tents that are enchanted at a glance. For example, there is a tent in the center of the camp that is particularly conspicuous.

It uses a lot of striped silk very lavishly, almost like a small palace, and there are several live white peacocks tied at the entrance.

Malfoy's face suddenly changed color. He looked livid for a while and whispered:

"Zhang, this is our family's tent - I'm sure my father often took me to live here when we went out to play when we were kids."

Zhang Xiao nodded. Lucius Manor has been destroyed by the angry Voldemort. It is normal for the contents to be scattered outside. But those who can get this tent should leave with the Death Eaters even if they are not Death Eaters. Quite close.

I secretly wrote down this matter. This is also one of the clues. If I really need to use it, I can just check the records of the Ministry of Magic to know who the owner of this tent is.

After bypassing the shaobao tent, a little further ahead, everyone saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets next to it. This was the residence of a wealthy German wizard.

Further over there, there is a garden in front of a tent with a bird bath, sundial, fountain, etc.

Likewise, this is the tent of a famous wizarding family in France.

"It's always like this." Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by the colorful tents, Mr. Weasley said with a smile: "When everyone gets together, they can't help but want to show off."

Finally, they arrived at the edge of the woods at the end of the camp. There was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Weasley.

Mr. Weasley clapped his hands and said excitedly:

"Ah ha, this is a good place. I asked a good colleague who is responsible for arranging the place. Sure enough, she left a good place for me."

He pointed to the forest not far away:

"The venue is on the other side of the forest. It couldn't be any closer."

Then, under the gaze of many children, he took off his backpack from his shoulders.

Rubbing his hands, he said in an uncontrollable excited tone: "Okay, strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory.

So we have to put up the tent ourselves, yes, put up the tent with our own hands! "

"I knew it, really, I knew it all the time."

Ron tilted his head and made a matter-of-fact expression: "Dad has been looking forward to today for a long time. To be honest, in Dad's eyes, Quidditch is definitely not as important as setting up a tent the way Muggles do."

"By the way, my father was like this during the last World Cup. He insisted on setting up the tent by hand. We stood in the cold wind for a full hour. Finally, my mother couldn't bear it anymore and used magic to put it up."

Fred and George stood beside Harry, putting their hands on his shoulders and saying with lingering fear.

Although Harry, Hermione, and Zhang Xiao themselves all lived in Muggle society, Zhang Xiao was the only one who had real experience in setting up tents.

Needless to say, Harry was almost insulated from the Dursleys' outings in the past ten years, while Hermione was a girl, and Mr. Granger always did it himself.

Zhang Xiao's pitiful experience came from occasionally camping in the forest park with his family in his previous life.

Fortunately, there was an instruction manual. For Hermione, as long as she had written guidance, she would be able to do every step in detail and in a standardized manner.

So under Hermione's guidance, Zhang Xiao took charge and stumblingly set up this rather complicated tent. As for Mr. Weasley - he was always unhelpful and got very excited every time he needed to use a hammer.

He also strongly requested to be responsible for swinging the sledgehammer. After almost being hit by Mr. Weasley's swinging hammer, Zhang Xiao silently took a picture of the Diamond Talisman on his body and cast the Golden Light Spell.

Finally, they successfully set up two tents before breakfast, one for the girls.

After they entered this seemingly small tent, which was actually a huge tent with three bedrooms and one living room, Mr. Arthur's Muggle addiction still hadn't subsided.

"Then the boys are going to fetch water, the girls are going to stock up on firewood, and we're going to make a fire outside 'the Muggle way'!"

Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and two saucepans they had brought with them, holding a box of matches in his hand.

Faced with Ron's doubts, he rarely said that he must abide by the "Safety Regulations to Prevent Muggles."

Zhang Xiao has no objection. Everything that happens here is new. Not to mention going to get some water, even standing at the door to register is a head-scratching job for those HP fans in the previous life.

A sense of participation, what is a sense of participation, this is it!

They talked and laughed and came outside the tent. The sun had just risen and the mist gradually dissipated. They saw tents in all directions, as far as the eye could see. They walked slowly between the tents and looked around with interest.

At this moment, strikers and Aurors in uniforms poured out from all directions and stood in the center of the open space.

Zhang Xiao's eyes narrowed, as if he had never understood this.

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