Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 471 Wizards of various countries
"Forget it all!"

Suddenly a wizard in a suit appeared, pointed his wand at Mr. Roberts (the mad Muggle) and snapped.

He was in stark contrast to Bagman Ludo, who was next to him in the old Hornets robe.

Barty Crouch, this man in his 50s is still the same as before, with a straight back, stiff movements, expressionless face, and a spotless suit.

But Crouch seemed more tired and less energetic now than the refreshed look Harry had seen him last time.

Although his hair is still well-groomed, as if glued to it with magic, and his tie is even and symmetrical as if fixed with glue, but his face is no longer as lustrous as last year. There are thick black bags under the eyes, and his face is swollen. It looks like he hasn't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

And from time to time, he took out a small bottle and drank a little potion. Looking at the steam and smoke in his ears and hair, it should be some kind of refreshing potion.

"Barty!" Ludo Bagman greeted lazily.

"Mr. Crouch!" Percy exclaimed, gasping for breath with excitement.He leaned over and bowed, making himself look like a hunchback.

"Oh, Percy! Has your [Werewolf Management Code] report been revised?" Barty Crouch was obviously stunned, and it took a while to react, as if he recognized Percy this time, he said with a very serious expression.

"Mr. Crouch, no problem! I've finished it, and I can report to you now..." Percy waved his wand, took a stack of heavy manuscripts into his hands, and raised his voice to prepare for the report.

"Oh, my God, Percy! Shut up!" Bill patted himself on the head, and Charlie slapped this guy who was eager to show off and whose IQ dropped sharply.

Taken aside.

Crouch nodded slightly to Percy, and told him that after the Quidditch match was over, it would be fine to report back to the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge and he should listen to Percy's report together.

After hearing this answer, Percy almost fainted in place.

Afterwards, Crouch calmly arranged for the wizard in bloomers to send the sluggish Muggle to [St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic].

"Arthur...I'm looking for you..." Mr. Crouch's sharp eyes glanced at Percy who had been standing in front of him trying to attract his attention, and came to Mr. Weasley, "You should know some magic materials and items unique to East Asia...or the customs and etiquette of wizards there? I remember that you have been to East Asia...and you have also seized many black market smuggling channels from there..."

"I'll need someone who understands the situation by my side after a representative from the Chinese Ministry of Magic arrives..."

Mr. Weasley sighed heavily.

"That was ten years ago...not to mention that I just negotiated with the 'Chang Family' in Hong Kong, using the British Ministry of Magic to exert pressure on them to give up part of the underground black market trade from Hong Kong to Knockturn Alley..."

"I've never seen what those wizards from inland China look like!"

"Crouch, why don't you ask Dumbledore? If there are wizards in Europe who understand the situation of the magic world in the inland China, probably only Dumbledore and Newt Scamander know the details. It is said that they have visited there..."

"I know, of course I know... But the delegation from the Chinese Ministry of Magic is coming, but Dumbledore is nowhere to be seen. He is busy with the little wizard McGuffin Albert... Of course I know who is responsible for it, but who made that guy Mafalda too confused..." Mr. Crouch said.

At this time, those Japanese wizards were divided into two rows, glaring at each other. The younger wizards in golden robes directly took out their wands and aimed at the witch wearing a fox mask.

Judging from the facial expressions and body movements, this group of Japanese wizards is actually very dissatisfied with each other, and it seems that the two parties are about to break out in conflict.

"What's going on?? Aren't they all Japanese wizards... aren't they all representatives sent by the Japanese Ministry of Magic?" Bagman asked Crouch next to him loudly.

"The traditional priests and wizards of Japan and the new wizards of the Academy of Magic have never been the same. It stands to reason... traditional Japanese wizards are not interested in our place at all. They have always claimed to be the orthodox successors of ancient wizards in East Asia... How could they come here... Could it be? Yes, it must be because the Chinese Ministry of Magic has confirmed that they will send representatives here..." Mr. Weasley explained in a low voice, and then seemed to understand something.

Barty Crouch went up to meet him, and it took him a lot of effort to separate the two parties. Of course, he also let the Japanese witch wearing a fox mask directly disappear the big and amazing strange carriage.

When Kratch came back with an irritable look on his face, Bagman asked with a smile, "Barty, it seems that you have been so miserable these days..."

"It's busy," Crouch said dryly, "organizing and arranging Portkeys in the five continents, and besides coordinating the arrival of delegations from the Ministry of Magic of various countries, as well as their accommodation and meals... various etiquettes, customs..."

"It's okay for China and Japan. The wizard representatives from other countries in East Asia and Southeast Asia are a mess...especially the wizards in North and South Goryeo. They have to compete in everything. The only thing in common between the two countries is that they believe that everything in the world is invented by their country's wizards. Just now I told the Irish wizards that Quidditch originated in their country... It really made me dizzy. There is nothing important now, so I can temporarily put aside the affairs of this department..."

"I suppose you'd rather get this over with quickly?" asked Mr. Weasley.

Ludo Bagman seemed taken aback.

"I can't wait? I've never been so happy... What's more, the current situation is all for the preparation and test of the unprecedented event, isn't it?"

"We can't announce it to the public, let alone it hasn't been confirmed yet..." Crouch said, staring at Ludo wearily.

"It's not confirmed yet?...Merlin? Batty, don't fool people. As the acting director of the Department of Law Enforcement and the head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation...you should know some news that we don't, right? I guess the Chinese Ministry of Magic...or representatives from the Ministry of Magic of other countries should have participated in that event, otherwise the "Daily Prophet" wouldn't have reported it with such fanfare today...Now everyone knows that Rita Skeeter has become Fudge's voice..."

"I... I can't reveal..."

"Come on, Batty, you should know... the level of secrecy of the Ministry of Magic... After three days, even these young Hogwarts wizards will know..."

When Harry and the others were straining their ears to hear what was going on, the wizard in bloomers suddenly appeared again,
"Mr. Bagman, Mr. Crouch...go and see those Bulgarians, they seem to be dissatisfied with our arrangement..."

"What's going on?" Crouch asked sharply.

"I don't know, we couldn't understand what they said, and where did the translators of those guys go?"

"Ludo, you should know, we need to see those Bulgarians," Mr. Crouch said sternly.

"Oh! Got it!" Ludo sighed lightly, "Weasley, if you meet the little wizard McGuffin Albert, tell me, and tell me that I have something to do with him...it's very important!"

He emphasized very seriously.

Afterwards, the two of them [apparated] together with the wizard in bloomers and disappeared.

At this time, the sun had just risen and the sky was getting brighter.

The mist that had filled the camp had gradually dissipated, and Harry and the others finally had a clear view of the surrounding environment... There were tents in all directions, one camp after another, each with its own characteristics, and the end could not be seen at a glance.

But, of course, the strangest thing is... the strange accommodation made of stone walls and tent roofs.

(Mr. Weasley explained to Harry what the stone tented hut was - it was an official hotel only for representatives of foreign Ministry of Magic.)
Those Japanese wizards gathered together, and after a few words of quarrel between the two sides, which seemed to be of different camps, the fox-masked witch suppressed her side, and then followed the wizards in golden robes into the stone gate.

After that, wizards from many different countries also appeared one after another, and also entered that inn (Harry suspected that there might be a shuttle door leading to places like [The Leaky Cauldron])

Of course, not all wizards are like this. For example, a witch who looks extremely coquettish, revealingly dressed, and has a South American appearance directly casts magic to fabricate a huge wooden vine house with some vines and huge leaves.

But this blatant act of casting magic also annoyed the wizards who manage the place. The staff of the ministry and those witches gathered together to argue about this matter, which attracted wizards from other camps to gather around to watch the fun again. Even the Muggles who brought other camps to register came over curiously.

In the noise and confusion,
Mr. Weasley took Harry and the others to find a place to camp in his tent.

"It's always like this. The customs and living habits of different countries are different...not to mention the representatives of so many different countries, oh my god, it's a mess! Don't worry too much, we've wasted too much time, let's find a place and set up our own tent!"

Soon, they came to the woods at the end of the camp. There was a clearing here, and there was a small sign on the ground, which read: Weasley.

"Well, it's very good. The venue is on the other side of the forest, not to mention far away from tents and gatherings...it's best to stay away from crowded places...the last Quidditch match, Russia and France and those Quidditch fans in our country...because they got drunk and argued that the country's Quidditch team is the strongest...there was a farce..."

"Those Frenchies just run! It's no use at all!"

Mr. Weasley shook his head as he spoke, and he seemed to see hundreds of... big Russian bald men with big arms, round waists, and swollen faces... rushing towards them with fists dancing...

A nightmare!
Mr. Weasley couldn't bear to think about it, he quickly put the backpack down from his shoulders.

"Let's start quickly, it's wasting too much time, by the way, no magic, strictly speaking...we should learn how to build a tent like a Muggle. Harry...you know how?"

"what?"

Harry had never pitched a tent.The Dursleys basically try to avoid being in a confined space with Harry, lest he interrupt their happy holiday life.

However, along the way, Harry saw that many wizards secretly used magic to build tents.

Mr. Weasley's excited request is probably largely because he likes to do it himself.

Finally, relying on Hermione's command, they set up two crooked double tents.

Harry and the others went inside and took a look at the tents. The two tents were similar in style and layout, and both had been cast with the [Untrace Stretch Curse], so there was a lot of space inside.

They were all an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment with a bathroom and a kitchen. There were four bunk beds in the boy's bedroom, which was enough for Harry... Weasley and his family of seven plus Blake to live.

After they put their belongings in this 'tent', Mr. Weasley excitedly picked up the kettle and saucepan and said, "Next... we need some water and firewood... I know Muggles make fires outdoors, I know..."

However, he was extremely excited, clutching the match in his hand tightly, and it was self-evident what he wanted to do.

Then, Mr. Weasley hurriedly drove Harry and the others out to find firewood, preparing to light a bonfire outside.

On the way to fetch water and firewood, Harry and the others encountered many interesting things that he had never seen before.

One or two-year-old boys secretly poke slugs with their wands while their parents are not paying attention, and some children simply fly at low altitude on toy broomsticks...

The wizards in the ministry were going crazy because of these troublesome kids, and they were scurrying around the tent areas, exhausted.

And adult wizards are not much better, not to mention those sneaky wizards with wands who secretly set up tents and light fires...

Even more exaggerated are those exotic wizards...

such as……

The three African wizards Harry saw just now, they were sitting in front of the tent in white robes, and they seemed to be talking about something seriously, but if the purple bonfire in front of the three of them was removed, and the one that was roasting on the bonfire... the size of a whole cow, similar to a magical animal like a hare, it would be fine.

The Yankees didn't take the safety regulations against Muggles seriously, they directly hung the shining signboard of "Salem Wizard Academy" on the top of the bombed tent.

I'm afraid the Muggles won't see it.

The rest of the countries are not much better.

All foreign wizards with tents will put the most representative emblems and decorations of their own country on them... Pyramids, fire dragons, Maori war dances, mermaids...

All the wizards working in the ministry looked like they were about to collapse.

Along the way, Harry met many Hogwarts classmates... Seamus Fganni, Neville, Ernie MacMillan...

There was also Oliver Wood, a senior who had already graduated. He even pulled Harry and the others into his tent, introduced Harry and the others to his parents, and handed some brass binoculars to Harry, saying that it was compensation for his failure to get tickets for the [Quidditch World Cup].

"Don't refuse, I bought this from the Hornets' material storage room...it didn't cost much, just so you can use it..." Wood said embarrassedly.

"He's so kind, he still remembers this..." Ron was very happy as he touched the binoculars.

Then, they passed the camps of Irish and Bulgarian fans. In addition to their respective symbolic flags, the Irish wizards covered their tents with clover, turning them into a sea of ​​green. Bulgaria pasted photos of their Seeker Viktor Krum on the tents, densely packed, everywhere.

And I don't know which genius arranged the fan camps of the two countries next to each other...in the 'opposite door'.

On that narrow 'dividing line' almost every moment can see the gunpowder-flavored confrontation between the wizards of the two parties.

Harry and the others trotted quickly through this 'battlefield' and came to the faucet in the corner of the camp.

Here they met the very old Archie wizard. He was wearing a printed skirt pajamas, and a wizard working in a nearby Ministry of Magic wanted him to change into a pair of men's underwear to prevent him from losing face to the British Ministry of Magic in front of representatives of foreign Ministry of Magic.

But Archie was very stubborn,

Wanted, as he put it - 'an intentional healthy breeze' to blow his ass.

This amused Hermione to death, and made her laugh.

In addition to this pair of live treasures, in front of the faucet on the other side, there is another quarrel that is also very noticeable.

One of the main characters is...

"McGuffin!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)