Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The Quiddich World Cup is a very grand event. Whenever the competition is held, a large number of Quiddich fanatics from all over the world will gather.

Therefore, the venue is particularly particular.

First of all, Quiddich is an outdoor sport, then Extension Charm will not come in handy. Therefore, this place should be large enough because it needs to accommodate a large number of large guests.

Secondly, not only does it have to set up a stadium, it also needs a campsite for the audience to set up their tents overnight.

After all, no one can say how long a game will last – in theory, the game will continue until the Seekers of both sides seize the golden snitch.

There are records showing that the longest duration of a game is more than three months!

In the end, there must be an expulsion muggle curse in this place to ensure that they are not seen by unintentional muggles. Such a large venue requires a lot of people to maintain.

Needless to say, if the wizards who have always lacked discipline are gathered together, it will easily become messy.

Mr. Weasley walked forward with the children and looked for where the tent was booked.

They laboriously walked through the misty camp and passed through two rows of long tents.

Most of the tents didn’t look special. Obviously, their owners took a lot of thought and tried to make them as much as the muggle tents, but some accidentally made their heads, adding a chimney and a bell. Or the wind vane, making it nondescript.

However, there are occasional tents, and once you see it, you know that it is magic.

Harry thought, no wonder the muggle that just sold the ticket would be suspicious!

That’s right, because the Prime Minister and the Ministry of Magic have a long-term relationship. Every time this big event, the head of the muggle always finds a reason to send someone to stare. Even if they go back, they must remember nothing.

“He has added a lot of trouble to me. In order to keep him happy, I have to read Obliviate more than ten times a day.” Before, a wizard wearing a pair of knickers and exhausted face said so.

In the center of the camp, several tents are particularly conspicuous.

It is very generous with a lot of striped silk, just like a small palace, with a few live peacocks at the entrance. A little further, they saw a tent in the shape of a high-rise 4-Layer, with several turrets next to it.

There, there is a garden in front of the tent, where there are bird baths, sundial instruments, fountains and so on.

The one who can’t move the line of sight is a super-large tent that occupies several times larger than the biggest tent. If you want Harry, you can’t call it a tent.

“Who is that family… um…” Harry couldn’t help but say, “Should I call it a tent?”

“Oh…Yes, that position I remember…it seems to be a family from France.” Mr. Weasley thought, “It looks very stylish, isn’t it?”

“It’s always like this,” Mr. Weasley said with a smile. “When everyone gets together, they can’t help but show off… ah, come, oh! This is our place!”

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp. There was an open space, and there was a small sign on the ground with three words: Weizley.

The Ministry of Magic’s people misspelled their names, and it seems that they are busy enough.

“This place is no better!” Mr. Weasley said happily. “The venue is on the side of the forest, and it’s too close.” He pulled the backpack off his shoulder.

“Okay,” he said excitedly. “Strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us have come to the site of the muggle. We have to put the tent up with our own hands! It should not be too difficult…muggle They are all like this… yes, Harry, where do you think we should start…”

Compared to those big families, Mr. Weasley can only rely on himself. It must be said that the poor also have the pleasure of the poor, which is something that noble family can understand.

For example, at this moment in a luxurious tent, the Malfoy family is sitting leisurely in a chair and enjoying the fragrant tea after breakfast.

“Father, I think… can I go out for a walk?” Draco didn’t want to provoke his father to be angry, because he was always weird recently, and his temper was worse than before.

“No!” Lucius glanced at his son and added a tone of voice. “Give me the honesty in the tent. Before the game starts, I won’t go anywhere!”

After that, Lucius looked subconsciously at the outside of the tent, although there was nothing worth paying attention to except the crowds who came and went.

The Dark Lord is back, he is really back! But since the last time Avery suddenly came to his home, his heart has been hanging in the air.

Yes, he lost Voldemort’s diary to him – although he was originally planning to get rid of that stuff, but who knows, someone actually knew about it and let the old Avery pass the microphone to warn him !

This is really bad!

Some time ago, the Dark Mark on his arm suddenly jumped up – obviously, his old master has quietly returned!

And shortly after, a man in a cloak suddenly came to his bed. The feeling of uneasiness immediately awakened him from his sleepless dreams…

“who are you?”

Lucius, who forced himself to calm down, stared at the other person’s hood and almost scared him. He couldn’t see anything in the face. Except that darkness is darkness, and black air is coming out of it.

That feeling is even terrifying than the straight face dementor.

“Lucius Malfoy… are you, or the Death Eater at the feet of the master?” the voice asked stiffly.

Lucius understood it right away, this is the servant of the Dark Lord!

“Of course! I Lucius Malfoy, always loyal to the Dark Lord!”

“Then prove it with action.” The man threw an envelope from the long sleeve and Lucius caught it.

Then, the geek suddenly turned into a black air, slammed out of the window and flew up, and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

At the moment, Lucius’s heart was upset when he thought about what to do next. He stood up and kept walking back and forth in the tent, his face full of tangled expression.

But he didn’t know it at the moment, but it wasn’t that he didn’t want to go up.

……

Just as Lucius was still worried about the interests and fears, Harry had already set up the tent. The boys and children quickly visited the girls’ tents and found that they were only slightly smaller than the male children, but there were I don’t think there is always a cat smell in their tent.

Then, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna took the kettle and saucepan, traversed the crowded camp, and went to the place marked with the “faucet” on the map to fetch water.

At this time, the sun just rose and the mist gradually dispersed. They saw that all directions were tents and they could not see the head at a glance.

Several people slowly walked through the tents, glanced around with interest. Harry realized that there were so many male witches on World that he had never thought about what the wizards of other countries would be like!

On the field, the campers who arrived last night gradually woke up.

The first to get up is the family with small children. Harry hasn’t seen such a small wizard yet. I saw a little boy of two years old kneeling outside a big pyramid-shaped tent with a wand in his hand. The ground squats on a slug on the grass.

Every time the little boy licked, the slug swelled and swelled into a large sausage. When they came to him, the boy’s mother hurried out of the tent.

“How many times have you said it to you, Kevin? You can’t – hit it again – your dad’s – wand – hey!”

She stepped on the huge slug, and the slug “pa” exploded.

“Oh-Scorpio!” Ron wrinkled his face.

Everyone thinks that the scene is a bit irritating.

But Luna just shook his head and said, “Oh… it’s not Flobberworm… or it’s going to be awkward.”

They walked far away, and heard the screams from her in the silent air, which was also mixed with the cry of the little boy – “You blew the worms! You blasted the worms!”

After another walk, they saw two small witch divisions, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low and low, their feet gently passing over the dewy grass.

A wizard working in the ministry had already seen them. He hurried past Harry and groaned angrily: “It’s actually in the daytime! Parents are still sleeping lately–“

From time to time, they can see the adult wizard getting out of their tent and starting to make breakfast. Some sneaked out and looked at the fire with wand; some were rubbing matches, with a sceptical expression on their faces, and seemed to think that it certainly didn’t work.

On the other side, three African male wizards sat there talking about something seriously. They all wore long white robes and baked a hare-like thing on a pile of purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat there talking and laughing, and a tall banner hung between their tents: Salem Wizard School.

Later, when passing through some tents, there were some talks in the words, those words that sounded strange – he couldn’t understand a word.

But today, here, everyone’s voice is so excited!

At this time, in the overcast North Sea, more than a dozen wizards riding on brooms and clothes were flying fast against the waves; and not far from them, a teenager straddles a Hippogriff with wings. On the back of the beast, there is an owl flying around.

On the sea behind them, the long tail marks of a path of air flow gradually spread…

“Marx, you must know the principle of this spell? Tell me soon…” Hermione hurried.

“This spell &%#*_^¥…” Marx explained calmly.

“What do you mean? Why can’t I understand?” Hermione asked in surprise.

“The author didn’t make it clear, how do you let me answer you…” Marx raised his neck and moved toward the sky and looked at it with contempt, saying so.