[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Christo walked into her tent, and was stunned for a moment. Inside the tent, the two-story building was like a cut-down version of Lockhart's house.She wanted to give Lockhart a big hug right away.

"Hey, where are Gildero and Trish?"

Ernie shrugged helplessly: "Sister Tracy abducted Professor Lockhart, she said, don't try to enslave them both. What did you do at Professor Lockhart's house?"

Christo remained silent, it turned out that she disliked her for disturbing their relationship!

In order to eat breakfast, the two siblings had to fend for themselves.Christo took out the map and prepared to fetch some water. She originally planned to call Hermione together. After all, she half understood the map, but it turned out that she was immersed in the happy mood of being bought by a tent from Lockhart. It's too late.

Poor Christo had to walk alone through the foggy camp with a water bottle in hand.

Soon she found that she was lost, and she seriously doubted the reliability of the map in her hand.She originally planned to ask a certain tent when she passed by it, but when she saw the other party covered up and down with only two eyes exposed, she was frightened.After she opened her mouth pretending to be calm, something even more tragic happened—a language barrier!

The helpless Christo had no choice but to stand on the side of the road and continue to study the map. Now she doubts whether she can walk back!She had an idea and took out her wand, and just after saying "show me the way", a wizard in pumpkin pants descended from the sky and said sharply: "Beware of Muggles! Hey—whose child are you! Minors are not allowed to come here!" Using magic outside the school! Take it back! Immediately!"

Christo had no choice but to put away her wand, and was about to ask a question, but the person in front of her apparated and disappeared.Christo hesitated for a moment, then took out her wand again.

"It's you again! Take it out again! I'll confiscate it! Let your parents come to me. I'm Roberts, the person in charge of this camp. Girl, don't make my work more difficult!" Sleeve away.Christo was stunned, she hadn't had time to say a word.

She unfolded the map silently, bumping around the camp along the strange lines.Finally, she saw a big tent, which was extravagantly used a lot of striped silk, almost like a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied to the entrance.It was so conspicuous that Christo had noticed it on the way into the camp.She breathed a sigh of relief, at least Merlin was not a complete stranger.

She hung her head, wondering what to do next.

"Kerry? What are you doing here?"

A teenager walked out of the opposite tent, frowning and looking at her in surprise.

Christo raised her head, also a little surprised: "Draco, are you coming to the game too?"

Draco nodded, strode over, and pulled her closer to him.Christo was a little uncomfortable at first, but just as she was about to speak, she felt the aura of daggers on Draco's body. She looked up at him in surprise, and found that he was frowning with disgust.

"what happened?"

Draco pursed his lips, "Too careless, do you know how many tails you have behind you?"

Christo followed his gaze, and was surprised to find several strange figures that were about to disappear into the thick fog.She couldn't help but rolled her eyes indecently. "I just want to get some water at the exit of the camp." She said, gently raising the water bottle in her hand.

Draco had already let go of her hand, "Aren't your parents here?" he asked, casually throwing a few grains of feed to the peacocks at the door.

Christo stared at the peacock intently, "They all have something to do. My brother and I came with Gilderoy. This is your tent?"

"Any questions?"

Christo muttered in a low voice: "Wouldn't it be afraid of being stolen at night if you keep the peacock outside?" She couldn't help but squat down, and reached out to touch the peacock's feathers, but the peacock ran away vigorously. opened.

"Who would dare to steal from the Malfoy family?" Draco said disdainfully, and he led a stupid peacock to Christophe with the feed, "Do you like this kind of peacock?"

Christo asked blankly, "Aren't all peacocks like this?"

Suddenly a voice came from the tent: "Draco, who are you talking to?"

Christo stood up quickly, the door curtain was lifted, and a tall and thin woman with blond hair came out.

"Mrs. Malfoy, hello."

Narcissa looked at Christo from aloof, and when her critical gaze swept from head to toe, her indifferent face eased a little. "Are you a Macmillan boy?"

Christo was a little surprised, but she still nodded obediently.

"I thought Sirius mentioned how good the girls are, but now it seems like exaggeration."

Chris was embarrassed for a while and didn't know how to deal with it.

"Mom, you don't know Kerry well, that big...well, uncle has only met Kerry twice, maybe you can discuss it with Professor Snape." Draco said to Chris. After waving, she said to Narcissa, "Mom, Keli and I still have homework to discuss. I'll send her back and come back later."

Mrs. Malfoy looked into Christo's eyes meaningfully, and flicked the water bottle in her hand from the corner of her eye.

Draco pulled her away impatiently.

"Mrs. Malfoy, it won't be long." Christo said apologetically, although she was already "handy" with deceiving her parents, but unfortunately, the one in front of her was Draco's mother, and the other party was almost Difficulty is written all over your face.

Christo suddenly felt that her eyes were dazzled, and the corners of Mrs. Malfoy's tight lips suddenly bent slightly. She rubbed her eyes, trying to discern whether that weird smile contained any malice, Mrs. Malfoy Has turned and walked into the tent.

"Where are you taking me?" Christo, who had recovered, was shocked to find that she had once again fallen into a completely unfamiliar environment.

Draco stopped in his tracks, and said slowly, "I didn't think that much." He took the time to look around without any panic, "Look at that tent, it's built like a mushroom."

Christo followed his hand and saw a huge mushroom-shaped monster in the misty mist. She almost fainted. She was sure that she had never been here before, "It's quite similar, De Laco, can we go back?" she asked worriedly.

"Did you come out alone without a map?" Draco looked at her strangely.

"But I brought a Muggle map, and I didn't understand it well, so I got lost in front of your tent." Christo rubbed her forehead and replied embarrassedly.

Draco was speechless, and it took him a long time to suppress his disgust and said, "Show me the map."

Christo took out the map, and put two shiny heads together.

"what is this?"

"Looks like a no-go sign."

"What about this?"

"It should be the logo of the stream."

"Did you get a P in Muggle Studies last school year?"

"No! The map for the exam is in the city, okay? And the marks on the map are all in English, but this—" Christo pointed to a line of strange letter strings, and said aggrievedly, "This small place is actually It's still Irish! I don't know it at all."

Draco snatched the map out of her hand, frowning and pondering, Christo held the water bottle in both hands, looking at him expectantly.

"This way." Suddenly, Draco pointed in the direction.

Christo asked in disbelief, "Have you understood?"

"Of course." He threw back the rolled map in his hand to Christo, "Muggle things are really troublesome, but you are too... Come here."

Christo hurriedly followed, and several wizards outside the tents on both sides of the road looked at them strangely.Christo stared back one by one, she felt that she was walking with Draco now, like an unarmed target with a money bag hanging on it.

Maybe it was because Draco and his dad looked so much alike (she couldn't figure out why the journey felt so peaceful), they never met the same wizard again.Instead, they bumped into couples from several pure-blood families and offered to greet them.Crystal had been taken by Mrs. McMillan to visit pure-blood families, and Draco seemed to be doing the same.

Gradually, as time went by, the fog slowly dispersed.The quiet camp was getting louder and louder.Finally, they came to a large open space, where a group of hawkers gathered, all kinds of languages ​​mixed together, like a miniature version of Diagon Alley.

Christo was a little surprised that Draco had already walked towards a small group of people.Among the crowd stood a peddler pushing a small cart full of strange and weird things.

Christo followed hesitantly, and Draco picked up a tall green hat and put it on her head, decorated with clover that danced in the wind. "It's not ugly."

"Really?" Christo took off the hat, and only then did she realize that it was a souvenir from the Irish team. She also surrounded the peddler's car, and her attention was diverted by the dazzling array of small objects for a while. up.

"What a cute figurine!" She picked up a small doll of the Irish team, and the doll was walking back and forth on her outstretched palm, frowning as if it was too small for him to move around.

Christo watched with gusto, and suddenly another hand appeared beside her hand, which was much slender compared to her small hand like a cat's paw, at least the Bulgarian Seeker in his palm With a proud face, he strode forward.

Kristo tilted her head, and sure enough, she saw Draco squinting his light gray eyes, looking at her triumphantly.Christo aligned with his fingers reluctantly, but her slender wrist still revealed the fact that her hand was small.