Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 246 Let Bulgaria and Ireland Fight!
The campers on the grounds are gradually waking up, and the first to get up are families with young children.

To tell the truth, Hera had never seen such a small wizard.I saw a little wizard about one or two years old squatting outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a magic wand in his hand, happily passing a slug on the grass, and the slug slowly swelled to the size of a sausage.As they approached him, the boy's mother hurried out of the tent.

"So, kids are annoying—"

"Look, how cute he is!" Penello screamed in a low voice, and Hera swallowed half of what she said.

What a little devil, boy, isn't he?
The slug exploded and was trampled on by the little boy's mother. They walked a long way, and her screams could be heard in the still air, mingled with the little boy's cry—"You stomped the worm! You stomped the worm!"

After walking for a while, they also saw two little witches, who looked about three or four years old, riding on two toy brooms, flying low, their feet lightly brushing the dew-stained green grass.

"Okay, let's go back." Hera rubbed her temples irritably. Why did you see all these little wizards this morning?

He could imagine how exhausted the wizards working in the Ministry of Magic were. Just convincing these children must have consumed a lot of their energy.

For the first time Hera was glad she didn't work at the Ministry of Magic.

"Nope~" Penello raised her head and said coquettishly, feeling two touches of silk rubbing against her arms, Hera still gave in. "We clearly haven't seen those before."

"Ok."

Looking in the direction Penello pointed, Hera saw the green tents.

In the place they had just entered, all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, and it looked like countless strange-shaped green hills emerging from the ground.

This is the supporters of Ireland, their auspicious color is green.

Compared to them, the Bulgarian supporters were much better off, they just hung the Bulgarian flag - white, green and red - on the tent and fluttered in the breeze.

Their tents were bare of vegetation, but each had the same poster of a very gloomy face with thick, black eyebrows.Of course, the picture must be moving, but a wink on that face is a frown.

"Krum." Penello whispered.

"Yeah, Krum, the Bulgarian team's Seeker, the key to our winnings." Hera said.

"Although he looks handsome when he catches the Snitch," Penello said, she noticed that Hera's face collapsed instantly, and quickly changed her words: "But he looks too gloomy."

"I think so too." Hera rolled her eyes upwards. "However, who cares about his appearance? As long as he can find the Snitch, tonight will definitely be a good time for us to win money." Hera clenched her fists tightly, hoping that Krum would successfully capture the Snitch when the situation was not good, and then lose the game.

In this way, the 50 gold galleons he invested can be expanded into many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many.

They continued to walk forward for a while, and they had already reached the end of the camp. God knows what the Ministry of Magic thought, and they would arrange the die-hard fans of the two teams so close.

They saw the water tap at the end of the camp, and there was already a small line, Harry, Ron, and Hermione there.

"Damn it, why are they here?" Hera cursed in a low voice, covering her forehead. He knew a truth so far, as long as there is Harry Potter, there will be absolutely no peace.

He took Penelope and fled here quickly. He didn't want to be involved in any weird incidents. He was no longer a professor at Hogwarts.

Harry and the others obviously didn't notice Hera and Penelope, because they were watching the two old men arguing with great interest, as if they were talking about changing into normal Muggle clothes, because one of them insisted on wearing a Muggle woman's printed pajamas.

As good-looking as it is, it's clearly not designed for men.

They walked back through the camp, the journey back was much slower, because everywhere they went, they saw some familiar faces, Hogwarts students and their families.

They dragged their parents to Hera, wanting to introduce to them what an excellent professor Hera was.

In this regard, Penello said that he was very boring, but Hera was very interested, and he was even touted as a bit boundless.

Until they met Beauxbaton's students, they were a lot more cautious. Even outside the school, they still maintained their respect for Hera and bowed their heads towards Hera.

In this regard, Penello said that she was even more bored because she could not understand French.

Fortunately, all this has passed. When they returned to the camp, they saw Mr. Weasley lighting a fire in front of the nearby tent. Hera dragged Penello back to the tent with a dark face. He did not forget the last time he met Mr. Weasley—it was in Dumbledore's principal's office. Mr. Weasley thought that Hera had done something bad to Percy, which caused him to be admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

However, to Hera's relief, Arthur's fire did not improve at all, and there were obviously a lot of matches scattered on the ground around him.

"Stupid guy." Hera cursed in a low voice, angrily spread out the parchment rolled aside, picked up a quill pen and began to write carefully.

Penello boiled some milk in a small pot outside, and before going out, he did not forget to remind Hera, "Remember to vote for Ireland, of course, Krum will capture the Snitch."

"Okay, okay, I see." Hera rubbed her temples, and wrote such a result on it helplessly, and then stuffed it into the mailbox on the owl's leg - this is Penello's new pet. Last year, Garen was taken away by Hermione, because Penello was busy with the Newts exam and really didn't have enough time to take care of it.

In their tent, they "cozily" enjoyed the daytime, quietly waiting for the night to fall.

Well, it’s not pleasant at all, Hera’s cooking skills are a complete disaster, Penello is really not skilled, and they have a lot of effort to eat a hot meal.

Hera couldn't help complaining in her heart, if only Voldemort hadn't taken Kreacher away.

But after thinking about it, he should have brought Manglan over, even though Nick Flamel who lost Manglan might completely lose the ability to live.

As the day wore on, a feeling of excitement spread over the hard ground like a palpable cloud.
(End of this chapter)