International students at Hogwarts

Chapter 291 The Portkey and the World Cup

"Actually, these products are of great commercial value..." Lu Ren looked at the fat-tongued taffy and said something fair for the twin brothers.

But Mrs. Weasley didn't want to talk to him, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

"It's a holiday anyway, why don't you let them try." Lu Ren wanted to fight again, "If they fail, they will naturally focus on their studies. If they succeed..."

"No!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted Lu Ren, "Things that don't do their job properly, these things occupy too much of their energy..."

"Let the children try it, it won't cause any negative effects anyway, will it?" Mr. Arthur said something for the two sons beside him.He felt that since Fred and the others couldn't be stopped from doing these things, he might as well let them suffer some setbacks while they were just getting started, and retreat in spite of difficulties.

Mrs. Weasley didn't want to pay attention to them, and kicked everyone out with a cold snort.However, when the Fred brothers came to a place where Mrs. Weasley could not see, they showed a smile: After all, it was a success—although the mother's attitude was still not wavered, at least their other goal was achieved up.

Cunning Rabbit still has three caves, not to mention Fred and the others?They handed over most of the prank products to Lu Ren for safekeeping last night, and most of the candies found today were real toffees.

The people set off through the dark courtyard.The air was cold and the moon was still high in the sky.But there was already a faint yellow tinge on the horizon to the right, and it was almost dawn.

"The Ministry of Magic has prepared two hundred portkeys across the UK to transport wizards from all over the country. The one closest to us is on the top of Ferret Mountain. We are going there now." Mr. Weasley pointed to a small hill in front of him. Said.

They walked through the dark and wet path, and began to climb the mountain in the gradually brightening sky. The light was very dark, and everyone's feet were deep and the feet were shallow, and they slipped or tripped by something from time to time.

In the end, there was a smell of blood in everyone's throat, and they couldn't speak at all.In the end, when everyone felt a pang in the chest as soon as they took a breath, they reached the top of the mountain.

At this moment, a middle-aged man shouted: "Here, Arthur! Come here, we found it!"

Lu Ren saw two tall figures on the other side of the top of the mountain: Amos Digory from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Beasts and his son Cedric.

Cedric was a handsome boy and Captain and Seeker of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

He chatted with Mr. Weasley for a while, and he could see that his son was his pride, and Amos couldn't stop talking about Cedric, and kept trying to compare Cedric to Harry.

Soon the time will come.

Everyone gathers around an old boot—the Portkey Amos found—and waits quietly.

"Three, two...one!"

Lu Ren felt a hook jerk forward behind his navel—it was torture. Then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew forward like a gust of wind. Lu Ren couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly. He could only feel Harry and Hermione on either side of him.However, although the speed is extremely fast, Lu Ren's fingers are still tightly stuck to the boots, so you don't have to worry about being thrown out, but it is also scary enough, as if the car is driving at high speed and you just stretch out a finger to hook on the door same as above.

Finally, Lu Ren's feet fell heavily to the ground, and with a snap, the Portkey fell to the ground next to his head, and Hermione fell into his arms, her hair still wet with dew.

Lu Ren pulled Hermione to stand up together. Seeing that everyone was disheveled and crooked, he observed the surrounding environment and found that everyone was in a large desolate and foggy swamp. .At this time, a voice came from beside them: "Five past seven, from Ferret Mountain."

The source of the voices were two sullen, weary-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.

It can be seen that both of them tried their best to look like Muggles, but failed: the gold watch man was wearing a tweed suit, but he was wearing a pair of thigh-length galoshes underneath - yes , he didn't wear pants.His colleague wore a kilt and a South American cape.

They recovered Mr. Arthur's Portkey, and then arranged for them to camp.

If you want to get to the camp, you need to go through the uninhabited swamp.Everyone couldn't see anything in the thick fog, so Lu Ren could only hold Hermione's hand tightly to avoid getting lost.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, a small hut appeared in front of everyone.Behind the stone house, there are hundreds of tents with strange shapes. They go up the gentle slope of the large field, and stretch out to a dark forest on the horizon.

Bunches of garlic hung on the walls of the house, and a man stood by the door, looking out at the tents.You could tell he was a real Muggle.As soon as the man heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at Lu Ren and the others.

"Good morning, welcome to Milin Town." He greeted Lu Ren and the others.

"Morning, a good day for fishing?" Lu Ren took up the conversation.

The man laughed loudly: "Indeed, today is suitable for fishing."

"Are you here to camp too?"

"That's right," Mr. Weasley said energetically, "Weasley, two tents, booked two days ago."

"Yes," the man said after looking at a watch pasted on the door, "Your place is near that forest. Are you only staying for one night?"

"Yes."

Then you have to pay the venue fee.

Mr. Weasley was completely ignorant of Muggle currency and had to leave the job to Harry.But it was clear that he was suspicious.

But it's also normal. Hundreds of people in strange clothes suddenly came to a place that was inaccessible. Most of them are foreigners who don't even know the currency...

Mr. Roberts, a senior forest ranger, was a man of normal intelligence, and he was naturally suspicious.

But just when the mysterious veil of the magic world was about to be taken off by him, a wizard descended from the sky, cast an oblivion spell on him, and modified his memory—his memory would be modified more than ten times a day, which would even make him There was a certain confusion in his thinking.

Several people paid the money, took the floor plan of the camp from Mr. Roberts, and walked towards their camp through the misty field amidst the complaints of the employees of the wizarding world.

(End of this chapter)