Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

The wind was turbulent, and with the turn of the door key, several people appeared on the flat ground a few miles away in an instant.

Thanks to his previous experience with using portkeys, Louis did not fall to the ground like Harry when he landed.

Hermione and Ron staggered a few times, and the door key beside them clattered to the ground, making no movement.

Louis helped Harry get up. He looked around. It seemed to be a wilderness, and it didn't look like the scene of a large-scale competition like the World Cup.

"Are you sure this is here, Mr. Weasley?"

"The portkey will not go wrong, Louis." Arthur patted his boots, "It's just not here, we still have to walk a while, well, yes, they are here."

Two South American men appeared in front of them. One was holding a large gold watch, and the other was carrying a cardboard box, which seemed to be used to store the leftover door keys.

"Hello, Arthur." The South American seemed to recognize him. "You don't have to be on duty. It's great. We have been here since last night. Wizards are coming from all directions. There will be a lot of them these days..."

"Stop, stop, I'm not interested in hearing about your work, Brazilian." Arthur quickly put his boots in the box, "Where is our camp? It was booked before."

"Wait a minute, let me look for it." The Brazilian pulled out a large piece of parchment, "Arthur Weasley... Weasley... Ah, here... About a quarter of a mile over there, you guys At Camp One, find Mr. Pine."

"Thank you, kids, follow up..." Arthur waved at them, and the Diggory family was separated from them here because they did not live in Camp One.

They walked for about twenty minutes, and a stone hut appeared in the wilderness, with a large number of simple tents randomly placed around it.

Arthur stepped forward and knocked on the door of the stone house. The door opened, and an elderly Muggle came in. He stretched and his eyes were sleepy.

"Good morning, Mr. Robert." Arthur greeted him first.

"Good morning." The Muggle named Robert was stunned for a moment, and then asked a little strangely, "Who are you?"

"Weasley, I booked the tent a few days ago."

"Oh, I remembered. You're only staying for two nights, right?" Robert looked at the list posted on the wall inside the stone house. "It's at the edge of the forest. I'll take you there in a minute. By the way, you go first." Still paying.”

"Pay first, I brought the money, um..." Mr. Weasley's confident expression seemed a little awkward. It was obvious that Arthur, as a wizard, did not know the size of Muggle currency.

"What's wrong, Weasley?" Robert looked at Arthur's constipated and embarrassed expression and thought he didn't bring enough cash.

"No...it's okay...just wait for me for a moment..." Arthur seemed a little panicked, and he looked at Louis and Harry with pleading eyes.

"I brought some change, Mr. Weasley." Louis stepped forward before Robert could get suspicious and took out some pounds from his waistband. These were all the pocket money he brought from home during last summer vacation for preparation. When needed.

"Ah, that's it. You should have told me earlier, Mr. Weasley." Robert relaxed his suspicion of them and respectfully accepted the few steel coins handed over by Louis.

"You are much better than the person before. Maybe the foreigners don't know how to use money. They actually want to pay with gold coins as big as bottle caps." Robert spread his hands and then walked out of the stone house, taking Weasley and the others with him. Get ahead of the curve.

"Ah, really?" Mr. Weasley sounded a little nervous. In fact, there was only one Robert in the entire venue who was a Muggle.

"There have never been so many people here before." Robert looked at the endless wilderness. "In recent days, foreigners in all kinds of strange clothes have come here, as if there is some kind of gathering. Don't you think it's strange, Weiss?" Lai?"

"It's... not bad," said Mr. Weasley, already holding the wand in his sleeve.

"Have you seen it before?" Robert turned his head, and Arthur quickly shook his head.

"Where are you from?"

"Ottery St. Catchpot," Mr. Weasley said quickly, fearing that the Muggle would ask more questions.

"That's not far." Robert nodded. "I'm afraid I don't know them. You know, although those people are from different countries, there seems to be no barrier, as if they have known each other for a long time. This makes me even more suspicious that this is a big party." ”

"It's all forgotten." Mr. Weasley couldn't wait any longer. He was afraid that something would happen if he kept asking. The same is true for those foreign wizards. Whatever they do, they always have to wipe their own hands.

The effect of the Forgetting Spell was immediate. Robert was confused for a while and his eyes became confused. He took out a map from his arms and gave it to Arthur.

"Thank you very much." Arthur collected the map and was about to leave when two wizards appeared in the camp to greet them.

"Leave it to us, Robert." The two waved at the Muggle, and then led Arthur and his group into the camp.

"This guy is in trouble. He has to cast the Forgetting Curse thousands of times every day. There is no way, there are too many wizards coming." The wizard shook his head, "Bagmon refused to help and kept discussing Quidditch loudly. He doesn't care about the safety of the Muggle system at all, even if the Muggle is around."

"Thousands of times of forgetting curse? Nothing will happen?" Louis was surprised to hear what he said.

"It does have an impact. I'm afraid that the Muggle's memory will be damaged, but this is also an impossible solution." He spread his hands, and after a while he pointed to a dilapidated tent and said, "Ah, okay. Your tent is here, call me if you need anything, see you later, Arthur."

The wizard bowed to the Weasleys and disappeared into the crowd.

"Is that Mr. Bagman the director of the Magical Sports Department?" Ginny asked from the side. "He should know what will happen if he talks about Quidditch in front of Muggles."

"Of course he knows, but he is just careless in this regard." Arthur smiled, "Maybe he thinks it is more convenient to cast the Forgetting Curse, but in terms of work enthusiasm, I am afraid no one can compare with him."

In front of the Weasley family's tent, they walked forward, and Arthur put down his bag and greeted a few children.

"I think it would be very interesting to set up the tent without using magic. However, I have a question, where should we start, Harry, Louis, and Hermione?"

The three of them had never set up a tent manually, even in Egypt, and it was finally done through magic. However, Mr. Weasley did not give up. It seemed that setting up a tent manually was his lifelong wish.

So with everyone's efforts, two simple tents were finally set up, but this time it was Harry's turn to be confused.

"Louis, are these two small tents enough for the few of us?" Harry asked Louis in a low voice, "Not to mention the few of us, there are Bill and Charlie behind us, but they can't be squeezed in at all."

Lewis smiled and opened a corner of the tent. He had experienced a magic tent and naturally knew what it would be like inside.

"Well, why don't you go in and see for yourself, then you'll know."