Hogwarts Passer-By Professor

Every now and then someone pops into the Bundt store to buy something. Old Bunter greeted him back and forth with a smile on his face.

When some of them saw Eisen, they would come over to say hello in surprise, and some would come up for a chat. It can be seen that the residents living in this small town are living in peace.

"Eisen, I heard that you are opening up markets abroad. Didn't you go to the World Cup this year?" Old Bundt asked suddenly as if he had thought of something.

"The World Cup?" Eisen was taken aback, looking at old Bundt in surprise.

"That's right, I heard from my kid that you played football well in college and almost made it to the school team!" Old Bundt didn't notice the change in Eisen's eyes.

Eisen was taken aback, and then realized that the other party was talking about the World Cup, not the Quidditch World Cup. I thought it was funny, but shook my head calmly.

"Well, I'm actually not that interested in football. Otherwise, I would definitely be in the school team, right. Besides—it seems that the England team will miss the World Cup this year, right?"

"Well, you're right. The England team has completely degenerated. They can't even make it to the finals. It's so disappointing!" The old Bundt's indignant look made Eisen quite amused.

But to be honest, I don't know if it is a curse of bad luck. In the Muggle world, the England team missed the World Cup, and in the wizarding world, the England team also missed the World Cup.

This is really—

In the same line!

After a brief chat with Old Bundt, Eisen turned and left.

...

Time always slips away inadvertently, and before you know it, there are only a few days until the Quidditch World Cup finals.

One day in mid-August, Eisen accidentally received a letter from Hermione, in addition to saying hello to Eisen during the holiday, and inviting him to watch the Quidditch World Cup final.

Eisen, who hadn't planned to join in the fun, suddenly felt that it would be okay to go and have a look.

Moreover, it is said that there will be more than 100,000 wizards watching the Quidditch World Cup finals.

To be honest, since Eisen stepped into the wizarding world, he has seen hundreds or thousands of wizards at most, and they met at different times. Meeting more than 100,000 wizards at once, Eisen suddenly wondered how spectacular the scene was.

So, some time before the start of the game, Eisen specially booked a ticket.

Early this morning, Eisen walked through the fireplace to an entrance to the official Quidditch World Cup.

After the oppressive feeling of teleportation disappeared, Eisen's vision changed and he came to a swamp that looked particularly desolate and shrouded in mist.

Because the sky is not yet bright, there is still a little darkness all around. Surprisingly, perhaps because the moon is still hanging alone in the sky, the figures walking and going in this field can be seen relatively clearly.

Looking back, I saw a black forest in the distance, and some figures appeared out of thin air from time to time. Some of them were dressed in various wizarding robes, while others were simply dressed in Muggle clothes.

Shrugging his shoulders, he followed the flow of people to the field, and he could see a corner of the field beyond sight, crowded with all kinds of colorful tents.

If Eisen saw such a tent in the Muggle world, he would definitely think that it was for homeless people. But here, it is obvious that the traceless stretching spell was cast inside those tents, and the space inside is astonishingly large!

In front of those crowded tents stood a stone house, and at the door of the stone house stood a man who seemed to be Mr. Roberts, the caretaker of the venue.

"The Bludger and the Quaffle must be checked again!" A figure was talking loudly.

"Forget everything——" A wizard in bloomers descended from the sky, landed on the door of the stone house, and directly cast a forgetting curse on the groundskeeper.

Shaking his head, Eisen walked towards where the tents were gathered. Looking at all kinds of tents, Eisen couldn't help feeling a little bit, magic is so convenient.

However, looking at the appearance of these tents, Eisen's expression became a little strange.

Some wizards try to make their tents as similar as possible to Muggle tents, but add chimneys and bell ropes on the outside to make it even more nondescript.

And some tents use a lot of striped silk in an exaggerated way, and even have a few peacocks tied to the door.

In particular, Eisen also saw a tent that was actually made into a four-story building, which seemed extraordinarily exaggerated.

At the end, near the woods, there was an open space on which two extremely simple tents were set up. Judging from the style of these two tents, um——, it seems——

"It's you, good morning, Eisen!" A half-bald head poked out from behind the tent, saw Eisen and waved hello.

"Arthur! What are you doing?" Turning to the other side of the tent, Eisen found Arthur Weiss squatting on the ground, gesturing with a matchbox in his hand.

"Well, it's nothing, it's just a bonfire." Arthur had a smile on his face, "Of course, we didn't plan to use magic. I mean, since we're in Muggle territory, we have to use Muggle methods ourselves ,Right!"

Uh, as long as you like it! Eisen nodded calmly and said nothing.

Time passed slowly, and under Eisen's watchful eyes, Arthur picked up a match and started a flame, which was blown out by the breeze in the field before he could send it under the firewood.

After repeating this several times, Arthur's forehead was gradually covered with sweat. Eisen, who really couldn't see the past, silently cast the airflow that stabilized this space.

Then, Arthur finally lit the bonfire.

"Ha, it finally worked!" Arthur stood up with a big smile on his face, "Muggles are so smart, I don't know how they know that this can ignite the flame."

"Professor Eisen, you are here!" A voice sounded, and Eisen turned his head to look.

Another tent was opened, and two little beauties came out of it, Hermione and Ginny.

I haven't seen her for over a month, and Hermione has grown a lot taller again. The long brown and fluffy hair was tied behind his head, making him look extraordinarily youthful and energetic. Well, in a month's time, Hermione will be fifteen.

"Hermione, and Ginny, good morning!" Eisen smiled and nodded at the two.

"Professor, did you just come here?" Hermione said, looking around for something, "Where's your tent?"

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"Uh--, yes, I just came over." Eisen said, looking at Hermione's cute look, raised his eyebrows and gave her a meaningful look, "I don't need a tent, you forget, I'm dreaming You can sleep as long as you want!"

When Hermione thought of the days when Professor Eisen dragged her into the dream world for study and entertainment, she suddenly realized the color. After glancing at Eisen, his face turned red.

"Ron, Harry, can you get some water from the camp?" After gathering the firewood, Arthur raised the tent and called into it.

"Here, Dad!" Ron's voice came, and then he and Harry came out of the tent one after another. The two held a kettle and a saucepan in their hands respectively.

"Professor Eisen!" Harry and Ron greeted Eisen in surprise.

Eisen looked at them with a smile, and stepped forward to pat them on the shoulders. The two then walked through the tent to the other side of the camp.

Then, the sun gradually rose, driving the fog to gradually dissipate. In front of Arthur and his two tents, many campers in the tents woke up.

The whole venue suddenly became lively.

Some wizards, like Arthur, want to light a bonfire outside their tent. Some wizards looked around secretly, and then quickly waved their wands to light the bonfire, while some wizards held the matches in a daze, as if they didn't believe it was useful.

Some children came out of the tents and flew low around the tents on toy broomsticks.

Others waved short wands as if about to cast a powerful spell. But before the child could do anything, he was pulled up by his parents and beaten.

After a while, Harry and Ron came back slowly with the kettle and saucepan full of water.

"Why are you two so slow?" Arthur took the kettle and saucepan from the two of them and set the saucepan over the campfire to burn.

"Meet some acquaintances!" said Ron, with a look of joy on his face.

"Oliver Wood entered Puddlemere United after graduating from Hogwarts and became a substitute player!" Harry said excitedly, seeming extremely interested in it.