HP Magic Biography

Maybe leaving Fanlin to do these Muggle chores was really a disaster.

In fact, Fanlin has never been involved in such work since he was a child. Because of his mother's absence, the housework naturally fell on Mr. Al, but...

Housekeeping aunt is a good choice. After Fan Lin went to Hogwarts, Dobby's arrival completely replaced the position of housekeeping aunt.

In short, if it wasn't for Fan Lin's precise control over magic power, then this would definitely be a catastrophic event.

Even so, Fan Lin still suffered a lot from Hermione, which was inevitable.

How could it be so bad. Fan Lin looked at the lump of blackened meat. Fortunately, in his space equipment...

As much as he wanted to say it, unfortunately, he didn't even have packaged food in his space kit.

Imagine that when you are fighting people with all your strength, the space is disordered, and a bag of potato chips flies from the gem of the staff and hits the enemy in the face.

This will definitely stun you.

However, with such feasibility, there may be unexpected effects.

Of course, this is pure nonsense, except that he would be ashamed, like Voldemort or Reaper, who doesn't even know what potato chips are, okay?

Using magic power to ignite the fire, Fan Lin was kicked out by Hermione in the end, and then Fan Lin brazenly pulled Hermione out, the reason was that we didn't need to cook, we had already eaten breakfast, we could go to Harry and others. ron.

The reason is quite strong, but it is not very reliable. The two of them didn't even bring a map, so how could they find Harry?

But Hermione didn't expose him either, in fact, the girl was also trying to wander around here.

Hermione, who lives in the Muggle world, only knows about wizards in Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, and Diagon Alley.

Fan Lin is not much better, it's just that there is one more Athens, one more Beauxbatons, one more Chinese Nine Immortals, counting the whole of Penglai...

Uh... that's quite a lot.

Egypt is also a must. The Jade Record and the well-known Black Book of the Dead and The Golden Book of the Sun are all in Egypt. Fan Lin doesn't want to miss that mysterious country.

not to mention,

This is what Nicolas mentioned, The Jade Record is an alchemy classic comparable to The Book of Abraham.

Calculated in this way, apart from America and Africa, Fanlin has been to the more important birthplaces of magic, especially Greece and China. Is this considered the origin of human beings?

Combining Muggle writings and magic together has some amazing coincidences and amazing ironic effects.

However, it didn't seem too difficult to find Harry. Fan Lin remembered the general direction, and then relying on the guidance of magical energy, the four of them met soon.

Such a grand gathering of wizards should not be missed. Even Ron, a child in a wizarding family who was fascinated by wizards, saw so many wizards for the first time, so his pace naturally slowed down.

Hermione ruthlessly shared Fan Lin's embarrassing stories with the two friends, which was still very interesting. Fan Lin's embarrassing behavior is rare, and he can handle all those things at Hogwarts.

Harry was naturally merciless, for Fan Lin, these things did not exist.

Ron didn't speak, he just looked into the distance.

Now, with the sun just rising and the fog lessened, they could see the world of this tent stretching out in every direction. They walked slowly through the rows of tents, looking around.

Only Harry wondered how many witches and wizards there were in the world; he never thought about wizards in other countries.

The other campers started to get up. First there were families with young children; Harry had never seen little witches and wizards so young. A little boy, no older than two, crawled out of a pyramid-shaped tent, with a magic wand in his hand, and happily prodded a slug in the grass that had grown to the size of a salami. His mother hurried out of the tent as they approached him.

How many times, Kevin? You're not allowed to touch Daddy's wand!

She stepped on the huge slug and it burst open. Her cursing, mixed with the little boy's cry You broke the slug! You broke the slug! floated in the quiet air.

Not far away, they saw two little witches, about the same age as Kevin. They were riding a toy broomstick that only reached as high as a girl's toes and barely skimmed the dewdropped grass. A wizard official found them, passing by Harry, Ron Fanlin and Hermione, he hurried to them, and kept complaining: It's broad daylight, parents are still sleeping late, I think... The witches around He and the sorcerers all came out of the tent and began to prepare breakfast. Some glanced furtively about, and then lit a fire with their wands; others tried a match, suspiciously, as if it were impossible. Three African witches were having a serious conversation, all dressed in long white robes, while a group of middle-aged American witches were chatting happily under a shiny banner. The sign hung between their tents, it said Wizard Salon. As they passed the tents, Harry heard conversations in a strange language, and although he couldn't understand it, the tone of every voice was excited.

Uh, is it my eyes, or is something turning green? Ron asked.

It wasn't just about Ron's eyes. They went into a camp of tents where all the tents looked like they were covered with clover, and through the tents with the mouths open they could see smiling faces, when suddenly, behind them, they heard someone calling them. name. Harry! Ron! Van Lin! Hermione!

It was Seamus Finnigan, a classmate of Gryffindor. He was sitting in front of his own clover-covered canopy with the red-haired woman, presumably his mother, and his best friend, Dean, a Gryffindor classmate.

Looks like a decoration? Seamus asked with a smile, and immediately came over to greet the four people.

The cabinet is not very happy.

Oh, why can't we use the colors we like? said Mrs. Finnigan. You should see what Bulgaria is showing off. Are you really going to support Ireland? she added, staring at Harry, Ro En, Fan Lin and Hermione.

When they reassured that they really supported Ireland, they set off again, though, as Ron puts it: In that case, we had to say something.

I'm curious about what the Bulgarians put on their tents to show off. Hermione nodded, thinking she should take a closer look.

Let's take a look. Fan Lin said, and at the same time he pointed to the large camp ahead, where the red, green and white flags of Bulgaria fluttered in the wind.

Okay. Harry nodded, and several people changed their itinerary again.

The tents are not decorated with plants, but each one has the same poster. A haughty face imprinted with a single dark black eyebrow. The painting is constantly moving, but the faces in it are constantly blinking and frowning.

Krum, Ron whispered.

What? Hermione asked.

Krum! Ron said, Victor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!

He looks really rude, said Hermione, looking at so many Krum winking and frowning at them.

I think so too. Fan Lin said quickly, but it seemed that...

Really rude? Ron looked up at the sky. Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable, and he's really young. Only about eighteen, and he's a genius, and tonight, you can see.

At the tap in the corner of the field, there was already a small group of people waiting. They were joined by Harry, Ron, Valin and Hermione, standing behind the two men who were arguing furiously.

One of them was a very old wizard. Wearing a long flowery pajamas, the other is an official of the Witch Lord, holding a pair of pinstriped pants and almost crying angrily.

Put it on, Achka, you're a good fellow, you can't walk around like this. The Muggles at the door would have been suspicious.

I bought them at a Muggle shop, said the old wizard stubbornly. Muggles wear them too.

Only Muggle women wear these, Achka! You're a man and you should wear these, said the wizarding official, waving his pinstriped trousers.

I don't wear these, Achika said angrily, I like to feel the cool breeze, thank you!

Hermione couldn't help laughing at the situation, and she hurried out of the line.

Achika didn't come back until she filled the water and left.

They are walking more slowly now because of the weight of the water. They trudged back through the camp and saw more familiar faces around them - other Hogwarts students and their families.

Oliver Wood, the old captain of Harry's Quidditch team, had just left Hogwarts. He pulls Harry over to his parents' tent, introduces him, and tells Harry excitedly that he's just signed with the United. Then, they met Eni. Mamian, a Hufflepuff teammate. Then, not far away, they saw Qiu, a very beautiful Chinese girl who played the Ravenclaw Stalker position.

She waved and smiled at them, Fan Lin responded politely, and when Harry raised his hand to her, a lot of water splashed out. Ron kept giggling. Harry hastily pointed out a large group of teenagers he had never seen before.

Who do you think they are? he asked. They don't go to Hogwarts, do they?

They go to some foreign school, said Ron. I know some people who don't know each other when they see each other. Bill had a pen pal in Brazil, it was many years ago, and he wanted to make an exchange. Traveled, but parents couldn't pay. His pen pal was offended when he said he wasn't going and gave him a cursed hat. The hat withered his ears.

Harry laughed, but no more than he was amused when he heard about other wizarding schools. He thought he had seen so many countries at the camp, and now he realized how stupid he had been to not realize that Hogwarts wasn't the only one. He stared at Hermione, who wasn't surprised by the news. That's not surprising, she'd seen news about wizard schools in books or elsewhere.

As for Fan Lin...

Well, Fan Lin has already been to Nine Immortals in China and Beauxbatons in France, Harry actually forgot about this, Fan Lin has traveled so much more than them, and they are all Muggle-born children.

When they finally got back to Weasley's tent, George said to them, How long have you been away!

We met some people, said Ron, and put the water away. What about the fire, didn't Fan Lin fix it?

Daddy's having a great time playing with matches! said Fred.

Father wants to try it himself, and Fan Lin made meatloaf before, in order to get the meatloaf down, they put out the fire, and then father refused Fan Lin to make a fire.

Fan Lin smiled awkwardly, this is really not something glorious.

Mr. Weasley had been unable to light the fire no matter what, but not for lack of trying. He scattered matches around him, but he looked like he'd been trying his whole life.

Oops! he said, as he finally struck a match and dropped it on the ground in surprise.

Come here, Mr. Weasley, said Hermione softly, and she took the box and began to teach him what was the right thing to do.

Finally they got the fire going, but it would be at least an hour before it was hot enough to cook. While they wait, there's plenty around to watch. For, their tent seemed to be in place, and the wizards of the Cabinet kept hurrying up and down, greeting Mr. Weasley warmly as they passed. Because of Harry, Hermione, and Valin, Mr. Weasley had to keep explaining, and his own children were already too familiar with the cabinet to arouse much interest.

That's Casper. Mikey, the leader of the Goblin Liaison Office, and this is Gable. Wilbur, he's a member of the Magic Experiment Committee. He has horns. Wait a minute. Now, hello, Ames. Poston, he's a member of the magical accident repair team...

Who are they?

From a classified department, highly classified, no one knows what they are going to do.

At last the fire was ready, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy had just begun to cook eggs and sausages when they came up to them from the woods.

Just Apparated here, Dad, Percy said loudly. Ah, great lunch!

They were halfway through their sausage and eggs when suddenly Mr. Weasley jumped up, waving and smiling at someone who was walking towards them.

Ah, he said, the man of the day! Loud!

Neutrogena. Bagmon was obviously the most eye-catching person Fan Lin had seen so far, even including old Archie in flowery pajamas.

He was wearing a Quidditch robe with bright yellow and black horizontal stripes. On his chest is the image of a giant wasp. He has the physique of a strong man. The robes were a bit tight because of his large breasts, and it seemed he must have stopped wearing them after he stopped playing Quidditch for England.

His nose was crooked, and Fan Lin thought it might have been interrupted by a saucer, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair and red skin made him look like a prematurely mature boy.

Ah, there! cried Bagmon with great joy. He walked like a spring under his feet, very excited.

Arthur, old man, boasted when he was at the fire, what a day, eh? What a day! There's never been a better day. A cloudless night is coming ...the entire organization has no obstacles at all, and I have nothing to do!

Behind him, a haggard group of cabinet wizards hurried past, running toward the enchanted campfire, glowing in the distance, twenty feet high.

Percy hurried to follow. Obviously, although he doesn't approve of Ludo. The way Bagmon ran his department, but that didn't stop him from wanting to make a good impression.

Ah, yes, said Mr. Weasley, laughing, this is my son Percy, who has just started working in the Cabinet, and this is Fred, Bill, Charlie, Ron, and this is Ginny and Rowan. En's friends Vallein Eyre, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter.

When Bagmond heard Harry's name, he was a little suspicious, and his eyes scanned the scar on Harry's forehead.

Boys, continued Mr. Weasley, this is Loud. Bagmon, you know who he is. Thank you so much for getting us such good tickets!

Bagmon smiled happily and waved his hands, as if to say, it's nothing.

Fan Lin had heard a little about Bagmon. According to his memory, he was not such a good guy. However, Fan Lin still felt that it would not be a good thing to wait and see and kill him immediately.

Please have the result of the contest, Arthur! said Bagmon eagerly, jingling as if he had a heap of gold in the pocket of his yellow-and-black robe.

I'd bet Rudy Pontney early on that Bulgaria would score first and I gave him pretty weird stuff, considering Ireland's top three are the best I've seen in years. Kossi. Thingsi puts half her stake in the eel pond on a week-long race.

Oh, we'll see, said Mr. Weasley, I bet a Galleon that Ireland wins!

Only one Galleon? Luther Bagmon looked a little disappointed, but he quickly returned to normal. Very good, very good... Anyone else want to join?

They're too young to gamble, said Mr. Weasley. Molly wouldn't like it...

We'll bet thirty-seven galleons of gold, fifteen Sickles of silver, and three knuts of copper, said Fred, as he and George quickly counted their money. Snitch. Oh, we'll add a fake wand.

Percy said dissatisfiedly: Don't show that kind of rubbish to Mr. Bagmond.

But Bagmond didn't think the wand was rubbish at all. On the contrary, when he saw it from Fred, his boyish face lit up with excitement, and when the wand blew and changed After becoming a rubber chicken, Bagmon croaked happily.

Brilliant! I haven't seen anything like it in years! I'd give five Galleons for it!

Seeing this, Percy froze.

Boys, whispered Mr. Weasley, I don't want you to gamble with all your savings... your mother...

Don't spoil the fun, Arthur! Luther Bagmond protested, rattling his pockets excitedly. They've grown up and know what they want! You think Ireland will win but Will Krum get the Snitch? No chance, boys, no chance... I'll add five galleons to that lovely wand, and we can...

Mr. Weasley looked at Bagmond disappointedly.

Bagmon produced a notebook and a quill and jotted down the twins' names.

Come on! said George, taking the roll of parchment that Bagmon had handed him, and tucking it into the front of his robes.

I hope you can get your belongings. Fan Lin whispered to the twins.

What do you mean? George said.

It's not interesting. Fan Lin smiled and shook his head. In his memory, Fred and George won the bet, but Bagmon never gave these two brothers what they deserved.

What do you know? Fred hooked Fan Lin's neck immediately.

Fan Lin smiled and shook his head, like a mouthful of mother** but I just won't tell you.

if you……

Hey, little wizard, do you want to have some happy bets. Bagmon said, a good wizard who can play with the Weasley brothers must not be too bad.

Loudo, Fan Lin is still young. Mr. Weasley said seriously, You can't...

It's all right, Mr. Weasley. Fan Lin said, If Mr. Bagmond wants to, I'd be more than happy to take out some of the Galleons.

Fan Lin... Hermione looked at Fan Lin incomprehensibly. She didn't understand why Fan Lin was interested in this Quidditch match.

Okay, kid, how much Galleon do you want to pay for this? Bagmon said.

After all, it's just a competition, Fan Lin said, but we have to give some of it to show respect, so how about two hundred gold Galleons?

Two hundred? Bagmon's eyes lit up, Of course it's no problem.

Bagmon was a little excited, he didn't expect the kid in front of him to bet against him with so many gold coins.

Then, I'm curious about your list of celebrities. I think like-minded wizards always want to get to know each other...Can you show me?

Fan Lin said lightly, considering his age, this is very confusing, at least for now.

Of course! Bagmon handed it over happily!