HP Magic Biography

Harry released himself from Ron and stood up. He wanted to ask Fanlin about flying, but someone who came interrupted him.

Fan Lin shook his head lightly, and he saw two people walking over in the sky.

Fan Lin looked around, and they came to a foggy wilderness that looked very desolate. In front of them was a pair of wizards who looked tired and gruff. One of them held a large gold watch, the other a roll of heavy parchment and a quill. Both were dressed like Muggles, but they looked badass. The man with the watch wore a tweed coat, and his colleague wore a pleated skirt and a slack.

Good morning, Brazilian, greeted Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the wizard in the skirt. He tossed the boots into a large box of used portkeys nearby; Van Lin could see an old newspaper, an empty drink can, and a football with a hole in it.

Hello, Arthur, said the Brazilian wearily, not on duty, are you? Good thing for some... We've been here all night... You'd better get out of the way, a crowd is coming, They're from the Black Forest, they left at 5:15, wait a minute, I'll find your camp... Weasley... Weasley... He checked the list on the parchment, over there, about A quarter of a mile, you go to Camp One and find Mr. Pyne.

Thank you! Mr. Weasley told the others to follow him.

But before that, I have to warn you that you should know the rules.

Of course. Mr. Weasley said nonchalantly.

Then the Brazilian turned his head and aimed at Fan Lin.

That brat, don't use your magic to please your girlfriend, this is a Muggle territory...

Hermione wanted to argue, but Fan Lin spoke first.

We know the rules, sir. Fan Lin said.

The Brazilian nodded, However, magic is worthy of recognition. I have never seen a little wizard who mastered magic at such a young age. You came from there.

Hogwarts, sir. Fan Lin said.

The Brazilian nodded, You must be considered the top in your school. Well, Dumbledore's students are naturally reassuring.

With a wave of the Brazilian's hand, everyone turned around and prepared to leave.

My kid... Fan Lin faintly heard something,

This is a family wizard.

Hermione was a little embarrassed, she was said to be Fan Lin's girlfriend, but she...

The consequence of this was that Hermione walked with Ginny all the way, and Fan Lin had to get next to Fred and George.

Destroyed, said George.

No. Fan Lin gave George a hard look, and then the two brothers laughed.

Our products were confiscated by mother, you should come earlier. Fred complained, and he took a sneak look at Mr. Weasley.

Give up those immature ideas, I have a better way to create something interesting. Fan Lin couldn't help but think of those useless alchemy products of Nicolas.

Six hundred years of life is always very boring. Naturally, Nicole May needs to find something to do. After all, Fan Lin has perfectly inherited the mantle.

However, if Abraham knew that Fan Lin was going to use alchemy on this simple joke product, I don't know what his old man would think.

Really? Fred and George's eyes lit up, and their voices became louder.

Mr. Weasley gave his twin brother a hard look. No matter how soft his voice was, could he deceive the elite wizards of the Order of the Phoenix?

Of course, this was the Weasley brothers being naive, and his dad just didn't want to talk about it.

Mr. Weasley must show the majesty of the head of the family, in Mrs. Weasley's absence.

Stop discussing, this is Muggle territory.

The twins don't talk about joke products anymore, but even so, there's always something fun to share when a couple of Gryffindors get together.

They set off across the wilderness. About twenty minutes later, beside the road, a stone hut appeared in front of my eyes. Besides this, Harry could see hundreds of ugly tents dotting the field. After saying good-bye to Diggory and his son, they went to the cabin.

A man stood in the doorway, looking towards the tents. Harry could tell at a glance that he was the only real Muggle in the surrounding acres. He turned when he heard footsteps, and looked at them.

Good morning! said Mr. Weasley wisely.

Good morning! said the Muggle.

Are you Mr. Robert?

Yes, replied Mr. Robert, who are you?

Weasley, two tents, booked a few days ago.

Ah, said Mr. Robert, looking at the list nailed to the door, yours is by the woods, just for one night, isn't it?

Yes, said Mr. Weasley.

Will you pay now or later? asked Mr. Robert.

Ah, now, yes, of course! said Mr. Weasley, walking out of the cabin and calling Harry to come to him. Help me, Harry, he whispered, taking a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to unpack it. It's a...ten? Ah, yes, I see the little number! . . . So it's a five?

Twenty. Harry corrected him in a low voice, very worried to see that Mr. Robert was trying to hear what they were talking about.

Ah, yes, yes... I don't know, these little papers...

When Mr. Weasley returned with the correct amount of money, Mr. Robert asked, Are you a foreigner?

Foreigner? repeated Mr. Weasley, bewildered.

You're not the first one who doesn't know how to use money, said Mr. Robert, taking a closer look at Mr. Weasley. Ten minutes ago two people tried to pay with gold coins the size of bottle caps.

Really? asked Mr. Weasley nervously.

Mr. Robert finds change in an aluminum can.

It's never been so crowded here, he said suddenly, looking again at the misty fields. Hundreds of people have pre-ordered. Some just showed up...

Really? Mr. Weasley asked, reaching for his change, but Mr. Robert didn't give it to him.

Ah, he said thoughtfully, those people come from all over the world, and there's a lot of foreigners, and not just foreigners, but a lot of queer people, you know? There's a guy walking around in a skirt and a trench coat .”

How could he? said Mr. Weasley nervously.

Looks like... I think... like some kind of collection, said Mr. Robert. They all seem to know each other, like a big party.

At that moment, a wizard quietly appeared in front of Mr. Robert.

Memory Charm (memory charm, note: it is used to modify memory, it is different from forgetting nothing, this damage is not so big.)! He pointed at Mr. Robert with his wand and said sharply.

In an instant, Mr. Robert's eyes were out of focus, his brows were loose, and an expression of indifference took over his face. Harry recognized the symptom, which meant his memory was restricted.

Your camp map, said Mr. Robert calmly to Mr. Weasley, and here's your change.

Thank you very much, said Mr. Weasley.

The wizard who had accompanied them to the gate of the camp just now looked very tired, with a blue chin covered with stubble and dark purple circles under his eyes. Once out of Mr. Robert's ear, he whispered to Mr. Weasley, This fellow is a very troublesome one. It takes ten memory spells a day to keep him happy. Ludwig Bagmund won't help. Turrow Hall is everywhere. Talking loudly about Snitches, Quaffles, and Bludgers, and not worrying about the security of the Muggle defense system at all. Yay! I'll be so happy when this is over. See you later, Arthur!

He disappeared.

I suppose Mr. Bagmond is the head of the Ministry of Magical Movement? said Ginny, looking very surprised. He should know what it's like to talk about Bookbludgers next to Muggles, right?

He should know, said Mr. Weasley, laughing, ushering them into camp, but Loud has always been negligent about safety. Even so, there's never been a more enthusiastic and active leader of the Athletic Department. You Knowing that he played Quidditch for England, he was the best player on the Win Bauer Hornets.

A few people walked with difficulty among the rows of tents on the misty field. Most of them look ordinary; their owners have made them as Muggle-like as possible, adding chimneys, bells, or weather vanes. However, it was so obvious that there were tents everywhere that Harry was not at all surprised by Mr. Robert's suspicions. Halfway, there is an overly extravagant and artificial work, hung with strips of silk, like a palace. There are also several living peacocks tied around the entrance. Mu Jiu and the others passed a three-story tent with several turrets; a few meters ahead, there was a garden in front of the tent, and there were water basins, sundials and fountains inside.

Always, laughed Mr. Weasley, when we get together we can't help showing ourselves. Ah, here's ours, look, here's ours.

They reached the edge of the forest, at the head of the field. It was an empty place save for a small, hammered-in-the-ground sign that said Weasley.

It's such a wonderful place! said Mr. Weasley with great pleasure. The place where the tent is pitched is just on the other side of the forest, and we want to get as close as possible. He took his backpack from his arm. Okay, he said excitedly, no magic, strictly speaking, Will put up the tent by hand! It won't be too difficult...Muggles do it all the time...Here, Harry, where do you think we should start?

Harry had never been camping in his life, and the Dursleys had never taken him out on vacation, preferring to keep him with an old neighbor, Mrs. Figg. Even so, he and Fan Lin decided where the pillars and stakes should be placed. When Mr. Weasley started using the mallet, he was over excited. He becomes an obstacle, just like a mentally retarded person, who can't help much. However, in the end they set up two simple tents.

All the people stood back to admire the items they made with their own hands. Harry thought no one would have guessed that these tents were made by wizards. But the problem is that once Bill, Charlie and Percy arrive, there will be ten of them. Hermione seemed to have thought of this question. When Mr. Weasley, the first to enter the tent, she gave Harry a teasing look.

We're going to be crowded, he said, but I think we can all squeeze in.

Let's have a look.

Don't worry, you will be surprised. Fan Lin patted Harry on the shoulder, and went in with Hermione.

Harry stooped, there were three rooms, plus the bathroom and the kitchen. Coincidentally, it was exactly the same pattern as Mrs. Figg's, with a crocheted cover over the chair that didn't match at all, and a strong cat smell.

Well, not for long, said Mr. Weasley, wiping his bald head with a handkerchief, and squinting at the four beds in the room. I borrowed it from Parkin's office. He's not camping now. Poor guy, he's got a backache now.

He picked up the dusty kettle and squinted inside, We need water...

There's a water tap in the map the Muggles gave us, said Ron, who followed Harry into the tent and didn't seem at all surprised by what was going on inside. On the other side of the field.

Good. Why don't you and Harry go get some water, will you? Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle, along with a pot. The rest will go find some wood, because we need fire.

But we have a stove, said Ron, why can't we just...?

Ron, it's for safety, against Muggles! said Mr. Weasley, his face full of anticipation. When real Muggles are camping, they use a fire to cook outside, I've seen that!

I can help. Fan Lin said, he has camped before, but this tent is his handwriting, but the command is one way, and the action is another.

I'll come too. Hermione gave Fan Lin a blank look, regarding Fan Lin's hands-on ability... that's all.

After a quick look at the girls' tent, Harry and Ron set off across the camp, taking kettle and pan. The girls' tents are only slightly smaller than the boys' tents, but they don't have the cat smell.

After Harry and Ron left, everyone naturally became busy.

Fan Lin fiddled with it vigorously, and finally cast a silent spell without Mr. Weasley noticing. He had a way to cover up the fluctuation of magic power, but Hermione still discovered it.

Luckily it was Hermione, but it was a bit unfortunate...