Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

"This..." Mr. Weasley hesitated and couldn't speak. He looked at Harry as if asking for help, and Harry also looked confused.

Is beef graded?

Does the milk still have quality?

What the hell is this?

The caretaker looked at the two of them in surprise, "What's wrong? Has anyone died of mad cow disease outside? Is it true that the ranch will never be opened in the future?"

"I knew it!" Ludo Bagman shouted, his face flushed with excitement, "I knew it! You remember the Wimbourne Hornets! You still remember me as a batsman!"

The people chatting with him seemed to be the parents of the little guy just now. Their expressions were extremely helpless.

The gatekeeper withdrew his gaze and said, "Which ranch is the name of the Wimbourne Hornets? Are you planning to acquire our ranch? I'm not bragging, this ranch has rich soil and water, and is absolutely suitable for raising all kinds of poultry, whether it's cows or goats..."

Mr. Weasley's expression was already stiff. He was actually being dragged by a Muggle and told countless things about the ranch. The problem was that he didn't understand it at all!

fall!

Merlin! Someone come and save me!

Robert looked at Mr. Weasley's expression of someone who was about to collapse and was secretly amused.

At this moment, the savior descended from the sky and beamed a white light at Mr. Janitor, "Everything is forgotten!"

After the white light passed, the janitor's eyes became distracted, and his originally eager expression became careless, "Here is the camp floor plan, and your change."

He said stiffly, and Mr. Weasley quickly took it and thanked him.

The wizard who cast the Forgetting Curse followed Mr. Weasley forward for a certain distance with a tired face. He didn't relax until he couldn't see the gatekeeper. He complained softly to Mr. Weasley, "This guy is too sensitive." In order to prevent him from discovering our secret, I had to keep an eye on him 24 hours a day to keep him in a happy mood and not think too much."

Mr. Weasley patted him on the shoulder in encouragement.

"But the most important thing is not this guy..." the wizard said quietly, turning his head to look at an idiot who was still boasting, waving his arms, and already scaring the children to cry, "a certain director of the Department of Magical Sports seems to be a little too excited Not only is he running around, he doesn't care about the presence of Muggles around him, and he keeps talking loudly about Quidditch. Merlin, I can't get through this day."

As he said that, he held his head, as if he wanted to wake up a little, "See you later, Arthur, I hope you can make something to eat, I mean, breakfast, I'm starving to death, really... …”

Mr. Weasley could only wave goodbye.

They continued to walk forward. Ginny looked at a certain director in the distance who was still talking loudly about Quidditch, and asked with some shock, "Isn't he afraid of violating the Statute of Secrecy? In the Muggle world, Isn’t it a bit too much to discuss Quidditch around us?”

Mr. Weasley sighed, "Well... although he has always been a little sloppy in this regard, he must be the most passionate person in the entire Ministry of Magic. Whether it is Quidditch or wizard chess, he is very enthusiastic about sports. By the way, he was a batsman for Wimbourne Wasps and was very talented.”

Harry looked at the belly of a certain director, a little doubtful whether Mr. Weasley was lying to him.

It was still very early, there was a thin mist in the air, and the vision was a little blurry. The tents were lined up on both sides of the road. They were all very strange in shape. Harry and Hermione were eye-opening. This was the first time they saw so many strange-shaped tents. .

Some are like cream bags, piled there, and people will be bounced away if they get close to them. Some are like graffiti in a handicraft class, with a chimney added to the top of the tent, and some even have a rooster-shaped weather vane inserted. .

The most amazing thing is that a wizard seems to have referenced the Taj Mahal. Three butter balls are dotted brightly on the top of the tent, with several lighthouses erected next to it, and a ditch is also laid at the door...

"I finally understand why the janitor just now always thought something was weird." Hermione looked at the ditch in front of her, a little speechless, "How could a normal Muggle dig a ditch in front of the tent... not to mention it is so short? It can be dug within a short period of time..."

Mr. Weasley gave an awkward yet polite smile, "Well... because when everyone gets together, they can't help but want to show off, and then it becomes like this..."

Hermione looked at him helplessly. How could anyone use something like an imperial mausoleum as a tent? Even if it is one of the seven wonders of the world, that cannot change the fact that it is a mausoleum!

"Okay, okay, we can't control what they want to do." Mr. Weasley said, finally finding their campsite, putting down the backpack behind him, and took out a piece of tent cloth. Looking at his eagerness to try, it seemed that I want to put up a tent with my own hands.

However, Mrs. Weasley stopped her.

"Don't tell me again that Muggles all set up tents with their own hands, Arthur." Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "If you want to set up a tent, you can come here a week in advance and set it up slowly by yourself. Now we have to Wash up quickly, maybe the children can get some sleep."

Mr. Weasley was defeated.

After getting into the tent, the little wizards discovered that the interior decoration of the tent had been changed. The entire room was changed to gold and red, even the carpet.

"Speaking of which, I wonder if Sirius will come to watch the game this time." Mrs. Weasley said suddenly, "And Remus."

"They should all be in the tent over there with the Black family. We can visit them later." Mr. Weasley said, "That tent is a bit outrageously gorgeous, but I think it should be Kreacher's handiwork. I wonder if Sirius will quarrel with it again."

Mrs. Weasley looked like she had a headache, "Can't they two just relax for a while?"

"It's a bit confusing." Mr. Weasley shrugged and gloated, "Maybe the two of them like this one."

"Huh?" Mrs. Weasley was confused.

Mr. Weasley explained, "You know, Sirius has never liked that family, but he feels that he should take good care of Kreacher, so every time he sees Kreacher, he feels very awkward, and naturally he can't say anything. What nice words."

"And Kreacher will think of Regulus every time he sees Sirius, and then he will be in a very bad mood."

"Instead of seeing the two of them talking to each other in silence, it would be better to be noisy like this now. Wouldn't it be nice if at least they knew that the other person was caring about them?"