Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 421 Camp
The speaker was a tired, sullen man, with a large gold watch in his hand, and wearing a tweed suit and thigh-length galoshes.

Beside him stood an equally tired and sullen man, holding a roll of thick parchment and a quill, dressed in the pleated kilts of the Scottish Highlands and a South American cape.

"Minerva, the clothes of these two are so strange."

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Fish pointed to those two people and said bluntly, he has stayed in the Muggle world for so long and watched TV shows for a long time, so he still has some understanding of Muggle dressing habits. normal.

Hearing Fish's voice, the two gloomy men raised their heads.

"Professor McGonagall!"

The man holding the parchment changed his previous impatience and shouted with surprise on his face. Although the other man holding the big gold watch was not as excited as his colleague, he also showed respect to Professor McGonagall.

Obviously, the man holding the parchment should be a Gryffindor.

"Basil, and Phyllis," Professor McGonagall nodded to the two, and passed the toy car in his hand, "It's been a long time since I saw you, I didn't expect you to be in charge of the reception, people from the Sports Department Woolen cloth?"

Toothache expressions appeared on their faces at the same time.Basil, who was wearing a pleated skirt, threw the toy car into the big box next to it, and replied bitterly: "Bagman is a no-nonsense person, and other departments also have their own excuses. This unlucky job was pushed to the Transportation Department, and our office is responsible for managing the door keys..."

He shrugged his shoulders, "Phyllis and I were unlucky, and got a note for overtime work." Then he turned his head to look at Fish next to Professor McGonagall, "Is this the child you adopted? What a fine fellow! Who are the other two?"

"Hermione Granger, a student of Gryffindor, Rolf Scamander, Newt's grandson, goes to school in Ilvermorny, America, and came to play with us today."

"Mr. Scamander's grandson!" Phyllis, who had been silent all this time, became excited, "He is our Hufflepuff legend!"

Rove was stunned. He didn't expect his grandfather to be so famous in Hogwarts... He was always bullied by his grandmother when he was at home.

"I'm sorry, Professor, the next batch of people will be here soon." After a few words of pleasantries, Phyllis looked at the gold watch in his hand, and said with some regret: "We will visit after our work is over." you."

Basil flipped through the parchment in his hand, "Your camp is at the first site... Walk about a quarter of a mile. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts, and he's a Muggle."

"Well, you have worked hard."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and then walked in the direction Basil pointed with the three little guys.

The four walked through the uninhabited swampland for about 10 minutes, and came to a small stone house.

In the open space behind the stone house stood hundreds of tents of strange shapes, rising up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched out to a dark forest on the horizon.

There was a man standing at the door of the stone house. He was dressed as normal as Fish and others. It should be that the administrator named Roberts didn't run away.

Fish and the others walked in front of the man, but he didn't seem to respond, and looked a little dull.

"He was cast with the Forgetting Curse just now." Professor McGonagall glanced at Mr. Roberts' situation and immediately figured out what was going on. "We'll just wait a while."

Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, Mr. Roberts blinked, and his dull expression gradually came alive.

"Oh, hello," he nodded to Professor McGonagall, and then he was attracted by Fish beside him, "Your child is so cute," he praised, but his eyes still stayed on Fish. But he was communicating with Professor McGonagall: "I think you should also come here to camp?"

"That's right, Meg—a tent, ordered three days ago."

"Please wait a moment..." Mr. Roberts withdrew his gaze from Fish, then turned to look at the form pasted on the door of the stone house, "Well, I found it. The location is good. It's near the faucet. It will be very convenient to fetch water... ...only for one night?"

"Yes."

"Well, pay now, will you?" Mr. Roberts quoted a price.

Professor McGonagall skillfully took out a few pounds from his pocket and handed them to the administrator...

Even if she didn't go to Granger's house as a guest, she lived with Muggles when she was a child, so even if the Muggle currency is not the same as before, Professor McGonagall will not be in a hurry like other wizards.

Besides...

This is not the first time she has watched the Quidditch World Cup, and she is already familiar with similar processes.

"Here, here's your change." Mr. Roberts took out the change from a tin can and handed it to Professor McGonagall, along with a map, "And the plan of the camp, your camp is here block area."

He enthusiastically drew a circle on the floor plan with his finger. As he said before, there was a water tap sign not far away.

"Thank you."

Professor McGonagall nodded to him with a smile.

And Mr. Roberts smiled and waved his hands, and said enthusiastically: "You are either old people or children, you should, you should...do you need me to help you set up a tent?"

When he said this, he suddenly came to his senses, looked at the lightly dressed people, and asked suspiciously, "Where are your luggage and tents?"

"There are already companions who helped us bring it in ahead of time," Hermione remedied in time: "After all, we don't have much strength."

"Meow?"

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Fish turned to look at Hermione, his strength was great!

Just when Mao Mao was unconvinced and wanted to refute, Hermione bumped his ribs with an elbow first...

When she was a guest at Hermione's house before, she often reminded herself this way, so Fish could only wrinkle his nose unwillingly and shut his mouth.

"Exactly, can you help find out where they are? Our companion is Weasley."

"Oh...they have come," Mr. Roberts looked at the form again, "but their location is a bit far away from you," he gestured on the map again, "it's by the edge of the woods here."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Hermione approvingly, then nodded to the administrator again, took Fish's hand and walked towards the gate of the camp.

The four of them walked through the gate and walked into the camp. There were tents everywhere in front of them. Because it was still early, most of the wizards who arrived early were still sleeping in the tents, and only occasionally some people wandered around.

After walking a certain distance in the tent, Fish had already smelled the smell of many acquaintances, and he told Hermione and Professor McGonagall about his discovery with great interest.

"Oliver is in that direction, Seamus smells stronger over there, Harry and Ron are here, the big tent in the center should belong to Draco, the one next to it is Daphne and Astoria, and Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe..."

Hermione looked towards the center of the field following Fisher's hand, and the nearby tents were all particularly conspicuous, including palace-shaped ones, high-rise ones, and ones with gardens...

In short, no matter how exaggerated, it was pointed out that it was the palace tent where Draco lived, and a few peacocks were tied to the door, and the one with the garden was no different, complete with birdbath, sundial, fountain, etc.

It really is the style of the pure-blooded "nobles" of Slytherin.

Hermione curled her lips in disdain, and then pulled Fish to speed up her pace, not wanting Fish to have any contact with them.

And Professor McGonagall obviously didn't like those pure-blood families very much. She also quickened her pace, and the four of them arrived at the place where their camp was located in a short while. "The sign with the words.

Not far from them, there was a group of people queuing up to fetch water, and there were a few familiar figures in the line.

"Harry, Ron, Ginny! Fish is here, meow!"

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　Here in the original book, Arthur Weasley can't even recognize the face value of the pound, which seems very unreasonable, not to mention that his own job is to deal with Muggle items, can't he understand simple Arabic numerals and English? ?He couldn't even tell the difference between twenty pounds and five pounds... and he had discussed Muggle currency with Harry and Hermione's parents before.

　　Rowling probably wants to show that the wizarding society is very ignorant of Muggle things, and those weird clothes and tents are still acceptable, but the description of Arthur is too exaggerated and unreasonable.

　　
　
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