Hogwarts Scholar System

Bill and the others were so lucky to have something to eat when they arrived.

"Oh, you eat first, we're not hungry yet." Fred said when Charlie took a sausage himself and asked Fred to call George, Harry and the others to come over for dinner.

Since only Bill and Mr. Weasley were eating, their stomachs were quickly filled with eggs and sausages, while Fred just tended to the fire and added more firewood to it from time to time.At this time, Fred and George finally came out with smiles on their faces.They saw them carrying a square iron frame and walking over. Bill and the other three didn't know what they were doing.

But anyone who has been to a flower garden will be very familiar with this thing. This thing is often seen in the busy night markets in summer. It is a barbecue grill.

The reason why Fred kept adding some thicker firewood to the campfire was to use it as barbecue charcoal.

Now Bill and his friends were almost full, and their firewood was ready.Maple and Harry were not idle just now. Instead, they used wooden skewers to thread the various ingredients prepared by Maple in their cloaks.

Is this a problem if I didn’t prepare the wooden skewers in advance?You know, their first transfiguration lesson was to learn how to turn a match into a needle!

Maple brought a lot of ingredients, including potatoes, corn, various fungi, leeks and cabbage. For fruits, he also prepared apples and bananas. For meat, he prepared cod, oysters, salmon, chicken, beef, mutton and a variety of other ingredients. Plant unknown meat.

Except for the last kind of meat, which Maple had prepared long ago, the rest were not prepared by Maple in advance.But just now, Harry and Hermione helped Mr. Weasley take care of the campfire, and Maple returned to the tent and apparated to the Muggle market supermarket. After buying some food, she apparated directly into the tent.

Because barbecue ingredients cannot be purchased directly in the UK, Maple has already prepared cooking oil, chili powder, pepper powder, cumin powder, as well as various styles of seasonings, such as garlic, Orleans, and cheese. , and honey, which Maple asked the elves at Hogwarts to prepare based on the various flavors she had tasted in her previous life.

Each one is a small bottle about the size of a thumb, but the bottle with the Traceless Stretching Charm actually contains several kilograms.

After the food was brought back, it was naturally processed quickly using magic and the meat was cut into pieces.

While Bill and the other three were stunned, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny each used magic trays to come out of the tent with dozens of skewers of various kinds of food, and asked Maple to put them on the barbecue grill.

Maple brought over dozens of skewers of food, clamped them with a folding grill net, and placed them on the iron frame of the barbecue grill to grill.

After Maple demonstrated how to spread sauce, apply oil, flip and fold the grilling net from time to time, and finally sprinkle cumin and chili powder, Fred and George took his place and had a great time.

Watching Maple and Harry eating all kinds of delicious grilled food, Bill and the others suddenly felt that the fried eggs and boiled sausages in their hands no longer tasted good.

Percy sat there with a sullen face and continued to cook his omelettes and sausages. Bill and Charlie both went over to try the kebabs, which were so delicious.It's just that their stomachs are filled with too many eggs and sausages, and they can't eat much after eating.

Maple took out another bottle of butterbeer, but unfortunately their stomachs were too full to drink.

Watching Maple and the others enjoying a delicious meal and drinking butterbeer, Bill finally understood the malice of the Weasley twins. No wonder he said he wasn't hungry just now and was waiting here. This was to make the three of them uncomfortable. Yes or no!

"Can you give me some skewers?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came to their barbecue grill and said.

Mr. Weasley suddenly jumped up, smiled and waved to the man who had just come over, and introduced to Maple and the others: "The most important person at the moment - Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was clearly the most eye-catching person present, not even old Archie in his floral pajamas.Ludo wore a long Quidditch robe with wide yellow and black horizontal stripes, and a huge wasp printed on the chest like a splash of ink.It seems that he used to be physically strong, but now he is starting to decline.The robe stretched tightly over his big belly. Just imagine that when he played Quidditch for Great Britain, his belly must not have gained weight.His nose was flat (probably broken by a Bludger), but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion all made him look good. He looks like an overly large boy.

After hearing his father's grand introduction, Fred handed several skewers of freshly baked food to Ludo Bagman. Ludo happily took it, took a bite of each item, and then said excitedly: "It's really delicious, so delicious." Great, guys! I feel like I can’t eat anything else after all this food from you.”

"Arthur, old man!" Ludo Bagman greeted Mr. Weasley while eating food, "Your children are great! Today's weather is also good, there must be no clouds at night, and the entire preparations are in good order. I have nothing to do!"

Then, behind him, a group of haggard-looking Ministry of Magic officials hurried past. There were signs in the distance that someone was playing with magic fire, and purple sparks shot up more than 20 feet high.

In stark contrast to Ludo Bagman's words, Maple and the others immediately knew what kind of person Ludo Bagman was.

Percy stepped forward hastily and held out his hand.Obviously, although he was dissatisfied with the way Ludo Bagman ran his department, this did not stop him from wanting to leave a good impression on others.

"Ah, yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "this is my son Percy, who has just joined the Ministry of Magic. This is Fred - no, it's George, sorry - that's Fred .Bill, Charlie, Ron, my daughter Ginny. Here are Ron's friends, Maple Aribas, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."

Bagman looked slightly surprised when he heard Harry's name, and his eyes immediately glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead, which Harry was used to seeing.

"Let me introduce you," Mr. Weasley continued, "This is Ludo Bagman. You know who he is. It's thanks to him that we got such a good ticket -"

Bagman smiled broadly and waved his hand, as if to say it was nothing.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?" he asked eagerly, jingling the pockets of his yellow and black robes. It seemed that there were a lot of gold coins in them. "I have persuaded Roddy Pontene and me Bet, he said Bulgaria would score the first goal and I placed him at high odds considering Ireland's number [-] striker is the best I have seen in years. Agatha Timms Jr. Put up half her shares in Eel Farm and bet the game would last a week."

From the words of Ludo Bagman, we know that even in the magical world, gamblers are not immune, and gambling is really causing endless disasters!

"Oh, well," said Mr. Weasley, "Let me think about it, can I bet Ireland to win for a galleon?"

"One Galleung?" Ludo Bagman looked a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest, "Very good, very good, does anyone else want to bet?"

"They're too young to gamble," said Mr. Weasley. "Molly wouldn't want to—"

"We put down fifty galleons," Fred said. He and George quickly took out a handful of gold coins. Percy's eyes widened. Where did they get so much money? "Bet on Ireland to win, but Victor Krum will catch the Snitch."

"Boy," Mr. Weasley said in a low voice, "I don't want you to gamble, your mother -"

"Don't be a spoiler, Arthur!" Ludo Bagman said gruffly, jingling the money in his pockets with excitement. "They're old enough to know what they want! You think Ireland will Win, but can Krum catch the Snitch? No way, kids, no way, I give you very high odds..."

Ludo Bagman quickly pulled out his notebook and quill and scrawled the twin brothers' names while Mr. Weasley looked on helplessly.

"It's done." George took the small strip of parchment handed to him by Bagman and stuffed it into the front of his robe.Bagman turned back to Mr. Weasley with great joy.

"Can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch. My equal in Bulgaria is giving us advice, but I don't understand a word he says. Barty will take care of it. Problem, he speaks about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy said. He had been frozen like a telegraph pole because of Bagman's dissatisfaction. Now he was suddenly restless with excitement. "He can speak two hundred languages! The mermaid's , turkeys, and trolls..."

"Anyone can speak the language of trolls," Fred said disapprovingly. "All you have to do is point at it and make a purring sound."

Percy gave Fred a vicious look and stirred the bonfire vigorously to make the water in the kettle boil again.

"No word from Pertha Jorkins yet, Ludo?" Mr. Weasley asked after Bagman sat down on the grass beside them.

"There's not even a shadow," Bagman said carelessly, "but don't worry, she will appear. Poor old Bertha, her memory is like a leaky crucible, and her sense of direction is extremely poor. She must be lost, I believe. Believe it or not. One day in October, she will wander back to the office thinking it’s still July.”

"Don't you want to send someone to find her?" Mr. Weasley suggested tentatively, as Percy handed Bagman a cup of tea.

"Barty Crouch has always said that," Bagman said, his round eyes widening with an innocent expression, "but there is really no manpower available right now. Oh, just as he was talking, he Here it comes! Barty!"

A wizard suddenly appears beside their campfire, a stark contrast to Ludo Bagman, who is lounging on the grass in his old Wasps robes.Barty Crouch is a man in his fifties, with a straight back and stiff movements, wearing a spotless crisp suit and tie.A short mustache, as if it had been trimmed with a sliding rule.His shoes were also polished.

No wonder he became Percy's idol. Percy always advocated strict observance of discipline, and Mr. Crouch followed the Muggle dress code meticulously. He did it so authentically that he could pretend to be a bank manager without leaking any flaws.

Sit down and take a rest, Barty. Ludo said happily, patting the grass next to him.

"No, thank you, Ludo," Crouch said, a hint of impatience in his voice. "I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians insisted that we add twelve more seats to the top box."

"Oh, so they want this!" Bagman said. "I thought the guy was going to ask me to borrow a pair of tweezers. The accent was too strong."

"Mr. Crouch!" Percy was so excited that he couldn't even breathe.He leaned forward in a bow that made him look like a hunchback. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh," said Mr. Crouch, eyeing Percy with slight surprise, "well—thank you, Wetherby."

Fred and George laughed so much that they almost squirted their tea in their cups.Percy's ears turned pink and he pretended to be immersed in tending the teapot.

"By the way, there is something I have always wanted to tell you, Arthur," Mr. Crouch said, his sharp eyes falling on Mr. Weasley again, "Ali Bashir raised a provocation and he wanted to talk to you. Talk about your ban on flying carpets.”

Mr. Weasley sighed heavily.

"I sent an owl to him last week specifically to talk about this. I've told him a hundred times that carpets are classified as Muggle artefacts on the Prohibited Magical Items Register, but will he listen? "

Monopoly, when it comes to flying, flying carpets are much more convenient than flying broomsticks. Even Dursley’s first impression of wizards was of monsters flying around on flying carpets. “It’s ridiculous to go to a magic school by train. Their flying Are all the blankets sold out?”

However, the Ministry of Magic defines flying carpets as illegal items that are prohibited from use. This is a typical collusion between government and business. If the ban on flying carpets is lifted, the sales of flying broomsticks will be greatly affected.

The bad habits in the Muggle world not only exist in the wizarding world, but also become worse.

After Mr. Weasley and Ludo Barty chatted about the flying carpet for a while, they talked about the Quidditch World Cup again.

"How are you, are you busy enough, Barty?" Bagman asked cheerfully.

"Busy," said Mr. Crouch dryly. "Organizing and arranging portkeys across five continents is no easy task, Ludo."

"I take it you're all just keen for this to be over soon?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Barty seemed to agree with Mr. Weasley, but Ludo Bagman felt that Mr. Weasley was joking.

"I wish I could! I've never been so happy! However, it's not that there is no hope ahead, is it, Barty? Well, there are still many activities to be organized, right?"

Mr. Crouch raised his eyebrows at Bagman.

"We promise not to announce anything until all the details are in place—"

"Oh, the details!" Bagman said, waving his hand disapprovingly as if to ward off a swarm of mosquitoes. "They signed, didn't they? They agreed, didn't they? I'll bet you, these kids will be Would know. I mean, it happened at Hogwarts—"

"Ludo, you should know that we need to go see those Bulgarians." Mr. Crouch said sternly, interrupting Bagman. "Thank you for the tea, Wetherby."

He put the uneaten cup of tea back into Percy's hand and waited for Ludo to get up.Ludo struggled to his feet and drank the tea in one gulp, the galleons clinking merrily in his pocket.

"See you later!" he said, "You are with me on the top box, I am the commentator of the game!" He waved goodbye, Barty Crouch nodded faintly, and then both of them apparated. Gone.

"What's going on at Hogwarts now, Dad?" Fred asked immediately, "What did they just say?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"This is a secret. We won't know until the ministry decides to make it public." Percy said seriously, "Mr. Crouch is right not to leak secrets easily."

"Oh, shut up, Weatherby," said Fred.

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the campground like a palpable cloud.Even the still summer air seemed to tremble with anticipation at dusk.As night fell like a curtain over hundreds of eagerly awaiting wizards, the last traces of pretense disappeared: the Ministry seemed to be succumbing to the inevitable, no longer fighting against those who were clearly using magic. Signs are popping up everywhere.

Every few steps, a phantom vendor descends from the sky, holding a sign and pushing a cart filled with strange and weird gadgets.There are glowing rosettes, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria, that scream out the players' names.

There is a green tall hat decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; there is a ribbon from Bulgaria, and the lion on it can really roar; there are the national flags of the two countries, which will play their respective national anthems when waved; and there is also a real flying There are small models of Firebolts; there are statues of famous team members for collection. Those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand, looking triumphant.

"I saved my pocket money all summer just for this." Ron said to Harry while buying souvenirs as the four of them walked leisurely through the vendors.Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rose badge, but he also bought a small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.The diminutive Krum paced back and forth on Ron's hand, frowning and glaring at the green badge above him.

"Wow, look at these!" Harry said, rushing to a small cart. There were many things that looked like binoculars piled high in the cart, but they were covered with all kinds of weird knobs and dials. .

"The panoramic telescope," the wizard vendor enthusiastically promoted, "you can replay the picture in slow motion. If necessary, it can also quickly flash analysis of the game situation. Make a deal, ten galleons each."

"Buy two." Harry said to the wizard without hesitation, and Maple also spent money to buy two for him and Hermione.

"Don't—don't bother," Ron said, his face turning red.He knew that Harry, who had inherited a small inheritance from his parents, was much richer than he was, and he had always been sensitive to this fact.

"Don't expect to receive a gift for Christmas," Harry told him, putting the panoramic telescope into his and Hermione's hands. "Remember, I won't give you a gift for ten years!"

"That's reasonable enough," Ron said with a grin.

Now that their purses were much empty, they returned to their tents.Bill, Charlie and Ginny also all bought green sports badges, and Mr. Weasley held an Irish flag.

Fred and George spent fifty galleons gambling and felt a little distressed, so they just bought a panoramic telescope.

Percy was even more suspicious. They spent fifty galleons, how could they still have money to buy a panoramic telescope?

Percy's mentality is somewhat like that of Naruto's second pillar. He is a eugenic, prefect, student council president, and the pride of his parents. Fred George is the younger brother who does not seek to improve.Just like the second pillar exploded when he saw Naruto passing him at the end of the crane, if Percy knew that the twin brothers had saved hundreds of gold galleons, he would probably have a hard time accepting it!