The Admiral of Hogwarts

Unlike the tents set up by most wizards, the ship girls' tents looked more like ordinary people's camping tents. However, this wasn't just one tent, but a small camp area composed of seven or eight tents.

From the layout of the camp, it was clear that the ship girls placed Hugo's personal safety as their top priority, so his tent was placed in the very center, surrounded by the other ship girls.

After putting his luggage into the central tent, Hugo and Hermione planned to visit some designated shops to see if there were any interesting souvenirs to buy.

"Various dried fruits, snacks, 20% off when packaged."

"Telescopes, panoramic telescopes, ten Galleons each."

At first, Hermione considered buying a telescope, but later realized that her eyesight as a ship girl wasn't much worse than a normal person's when using a telescope.

Moreover, by communicating through the admiral network and the ship girls distributed throughout the stadium, she could even achieve a 360-degree, no-blind-spot observation of the entire stadium at any time.

"By the way, which team are we supporting this time?" Looking at a shop not far away that was selling various merchandise of the two teams entering the finals, Hermione seemed a little hesitant.

After all, they weren't ardent Quidditch enthusiasts; they were just here to watch the game, so they naturally didn't have a strong preference for supporting any particular team.

"Of course, it's Ireland." Hugo picked up a shamrock brooch from the counter and said, "Don't forget, we're considered sponsors of the Irish team this time."

Of course, out of habit from his previous life, he only accepted the shamrock brooch and a cloak with the Irish team's crest, while firmly rejecting the Irish team's cheering hat.

Perhaps because this was a rare opportunity for wizards from all over the world to gather together, the small merchants in the market also came from all over the world.

In addition to the legal goods, if you were willing to chat with these small vendors, you could also see things like flying carpets or dragon eggs, which weren't exactly legal.

"Ha, finally found you guys." Just as Hugo and Hermione were preparing to purchase some rare South African herbs, a voice came from behind them.

"Fred, George, it's good to see you." Seeing the red-haired twins, Hugo greeted them directly and then asked.

"Didn't you say you were going to make a big splash with this opportunity? Why don't I see you carrying your goods? I remember you should have a lot of things to sell."

"Don't mention it, Mother discovered something was wrong before we came." Fred sighed deeply.

"I have to say, Mom's Summoning Charm is really powerful." George shrugged. "That five-foot-long order was completely burned, and all the goods we prepared were confiscated."

"Well, your luck is indeed a bit bad." Hugo could only shake his head helplessly.

It had to be said that Mrs. Weasley was indeed a skilled spellcaster. It was difficult for ordinary people to use a Summoning Charm to find all kinds of hidden items with a simple Summoning Charm, which further illustrated the advantages of pure-blood families in spellcasting.

At the invitation of the Weasley twins, Hugo and Hermione went directly to where the Weasley family was. As a result, from a distance, they saw a somewhat chubby middle-aged man talking to Mr. Weasley about something.

Ludo Bagman, a middle-aged man that a normal person would remember firmly after just one glance, even surpassing a certain idiot in a diving suit who complained about the weight of his clothes.

He was currently wearing a long Quidditch robe, with wide yellow and black horizontal stripes, and a huge hornet splashed across his chest like ink.

Judging from his build, he used to be physically strong, but now he was starting to decline. The robe was stretched tightly over his big belly, but the fat under his skin also kept his face free of wrinkles, making him look younger.

As a former member of the English Quidditch team, his reason for choosing to wear the hornet team's uniform at the World Cup was very simple: the English Quidditch team's performance this year was simply too terrible.

Even in the Balkans, Hugo had heard from the news that the English Quidditch National Team had lost to the Transylvania team by an absolute large margin in this year's qualifiers.

Considering that the Quidditch hooligans in the British wizarding world were even more notorious than the football hooligans in the ordinary world, Bagman's decision not to wear the national team uniform was a very correct choice for personal safety.

According to Mr. Weasley, this former player was now the newly appointed Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, theoretically one of the busiest people, but he seemed to be openly slacking off.

Soon, Ludo Bagman began inviting everyone to bet on the game. Mr. Weasley spent a Galleon betting that the Irish team would win. The Weasley twins were stopped by Hugo before they could place their bets.

"Why didn't you let us place a bet?" After Ludo Bagman realized that no one wanted to continue betting and left, Fred asked Hugo curiously.

"The reason is very simple, because someone saw Bagman borrowing money from Gringotts to prepare to open a betting pool in the game. And the Bagman family doesn't have any prophetic bloodline, so once they gamble, they're likely to lose nine out of ten times." Venus stepped forward to explain at this time.

"That's why he's not caring about his job at all now, and instead is desperately trying to get people to gamble here. Because if his profit margin is below 30% this time, he can directly declare bankruptcy."

"If that's the case, then not asking him to take our bets just now was the right thing to do." The twins patted their chests with lingering fear at the same time.

They had just learned from their father that Venus was a staff member of the International Magical Trading Standards Association and wasn't the gossipy type, so what she said must have a basis.

And if what Venus said was true, then participating in gambling at this time would become a very foolish thing. Not to mention what would happen if they lost the bet, even if they won, they might not be able to get the money.

The Quidditch World Cup could be seen as a good opportunity for wizards all over the world to gather, so it was a good opportunity to make friends for wizards who were usually more reclusive.

For Hugo, this was also a good opportunity to get to know the ship girls openly, in order to facilitate future actions.

However, the impression wasn't so good for those around who saw this scene, especially the men. Because what they saw was a male who didn't seem to be of age chatting and laughing with a group of beautiful girls.

The rest of the day was spent eating barbecue, drinking beer, and chatting. Accompanied by the ship girls, Hugo felt that this wonderful time passed quickly.

As time went on, Hugo could smell an emotion called excitement gradually permeating the air. He could even feel the excitement in the air, almost solidified, even with his eyes closed.

The surrounding conversations in the camp area also became smaller, as if people were suppressing the excitement in their hearts, and even the summer air seemed to be trembling with anticipation.