Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

When Soul and Hermione returned to the campsite each carrying a kettle, Mr. Weasley had not yet lit the fire. Soul was confused. Isn't it very simple to light a fire with matches?It's not like Mr. Weasley is trying to imitate the primitive man in drilling wood to make fire.

Looking back again, Ron and Harry were nowhere to be seen.

Well, there are a lot of broken matches on the ground, and there is also a match that has turned black and has obviously been burned. So there is no reason why it can't be lit?

Soul placed the kettle on the small table that had been set up on one side and began to observe Mr. Weasley's movements.

After observing for a while, Soul discovered the problem - it wasn't that Mr. Weasley was too clumsy to strike a match. A normal person would know how hard to use to strike a match after breaking a few. Apparently, Mr. Weasley is a normal person.

Mr. Weasley was seen striking a match, but the next second he screamed and threw the match away.

Soul: ...When you throw a match, you should at least throw it into the fire paper.

"Let me do it, Mr. Weasley." Soul stepped forward and took the matchbox from Mr. Weasley's hand and showed him the correct way to start a fire.

Then, Suer picked up some thin firewood branches and placed them on the small fire, adding them layer by layer. Then he picked up a thicker wooden stick and poked the flames, and the flames suddenly became brighter.

"Now just keep adding fine firewood and don't let it go out." Suer clapped his hands and threw away the stick in his hand.

"Oh, that's it." Mr. Weasley put his chin in his hand, nodded with a confused expression, turned around and looked around, and asked doubtfully, "Where are Fred and George?"

"The two of them met their classmates from Hogwarts when they came back and went to their tent as guests." Suer gave them assists without changing his expression.

"These two guys." Mr. Weasley shook his head and muttered, and then enthusiastically picked up some branches and threw them into the flames, adding to the growth of the flames.

It was clear that a fire spell could make the fire very strong, and he didn't know where Mr. Weasley came from with such great interest. Soul shook his head, turned around and walked into the tent to find Hermione.

About half an hour later, Soul opened the tent curtain and walked out with a pot of skewered sausages. He was startled by the blazing flames. Mr. Weasley had kept the fire very well, and the flames jumped very brightly. high.

He was proudly showing off his masterpiece to Ron and Harry who didn't know when they would come back.

"We're back!" Fred and George also appeared, "I'm starving, is there anything to eat?"

"It would be best if we had something to drink," said George.

"Wow, there are sausages?" Fred's eyes lit up when he saw Su Er holding a plate in his hand, and he approached Su Er in three steps and two steps at a time, "Hey, why is it raw?"

A few minutes later, several young wizards sat in a row, each holding a sausage in their hands and sitting by the fire, leaning back from time to time to avoid the jumping tongues of fire.

"So you sold them all out?" Suer asked curiously.

"Almost." Fred said proudly.

"Many people like to try our products, but there are still some who have not found owners. It doesn't matter, at least Fred and I have the funds to continue making products." George added.

"What are you talking about? What sales? What funds?" Ron suddenly asked quietly.

"I know! You must be selling your prank again..."

"Nothing, eat your sausage." Fred stuffed the burnt sausage in his hand into Ron's mouth to block his next words.

Ron subconsciously took a bite, but the sausage was so hot that he jumped up. The sausage in his hand flew into the fire, throwing up sparks.

"Ouch!" Sparks splashed onto his calf, and Ron screamed and retreated far away.

Suer: ...Old unlucky man, tell me about you, you can guess it, if you don’t tell it, won’t this matter go away?

With the help of Mr. Weasley, Hermione and Ginny created a smaller flame and were frying eggs on it. They whispered to each other and burst out laughing when they saw Ron's miserable condition.

At this moment, Bill, Charlie and Percy emerged from the woods and walked towards them.

"Apparated here just now, Dad." Percy said loudly, "Ah, great, there's something delicious!"

But as soon as Percy sat down and took a few bites of the omelette, when he turned around to observe the surrounding environment, he immediately jumped up and moved closer to Mr. Weasley.

The reason is that their tent is right next to a road leading to the stadium. Officials from the Ministry of Magic are running back and forth on the road. Percy seems to be eager to take over his father's contacts and resources. He stays in Weasley. Waiting eagerly for Mr. Weasley to introduce himself to his colleagues.

Mr. Weasley did as he wished and introduced everyone he met - "This is my son, Percy. He just graduated this year and joined the ministry."

Percy didn't notice that the moment he put down his half-eaten omelette and ran to the side of the road, the twin brother sprinkled a handful of salt and sugar into his omelette.

These two are so passionate about pranks that they can't stop for a moment.

After a while, Mr. Weasley took Percy back to his seat. The twin brothers looked at Percy eagerly, wanting to see how interesting it would be when he ate the omelette they had added to it. reaction, but the next moment, Percy hurriedly stood up from his seat.

Fred and George sighed.

"Ah ha, Arthur, my old friend!" A wizard came from the other end of the road, ignoring Percy who came up to him, and waved to Mr. Weasley who was sitting there.

You could see Percy's movements stiffen for a moment.

He walked in a funny way, bouncing up and down, as if there were springs under his feet. He wore an eye-catching Quidditch robe with a yellow and black crossbar on it, and a huge ink splash on his chest. Wasp.

He has a very tall figure [actually, middle-aged and stout is a more appropriate description. ], with a flat nose, a pair of round blue eyes, short golden hair, and a red face. It can be seen that he is in an extremely excited state.

"This is Ludo Bagman, Director of the Sports Department." Mr. Weasley briefly introduced everyone, then stood up and greeted him with a smile.

The two pairs of big hands were clasped together.