Harry had no time to pay attention to Mr. Weasley's show off. He stared at the spacious lawn in front of him, his eyes bulging out of his sockets in surprise!
There were probably thousands of neat tents on the lawn in front of them, arranged in dozens of rows, spreading to the edge of the jungle in the distance. Most of the tents were unremarkable, and their owners had obviously gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents in order not to attract attention.
But some accidentally go too far and add chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes to make them look nondescript. However, the closer the tents are to the edge of the jungle, the more special they become. Many of them have strong regional characteristics or magical style at first glance.
People were coming and going in the middle of the tent, and the clothing style of these wizards was clearly not British. After a moment of confusion, Harry heard at least three languages from different places.
In addition to the spectators who come here to watch the game, there are also many people doing business. There are many vendors pushing carts like the ones pushed by the old lady selling pies and chocolates on the Hogwarts Express, shouting hard. !
"That's amazing, Arthur!"
Sirius admired sincerely,
"The Ministry of Magic can occasionally do something decent. You have built a city here. Speaking of which, have you counted how many people come back to watch the game?"
"When I got the tickets from Ludona, I heard him say that the game probably sold hundreds of thousands of tickets. I think those who got the tickets would not choose to give up watching the game, so... I I don’t think there will be less than 100,000 people!”
One hundred thousand people!
Not to mention Harry, even the Weasley children who were born and raised in the wizarding world were so surprised that they were speechless.
"I never thought there were so many wizards!" Harry said in confusion.
"The wizarding world is more than just Hogwarts, children -"
Mr. Weasley said with a smile. Then he looked at the sun that had fully risen from the horizon and clapped his hands.
"Come on, kids, the game starts in the evening, and we have a whole day to see the grand occasion here. We have to set up the tent first, and then, oh, make a fire, all in the Muggle way, as stipulated by the Ministry of Magic!"
The regulations of the Ministry of Magic obviously didn't work well here, because Harry saw several dark-skinned wizards not far away using their wands to spray out a large stream of purple magic fire. Harry knew Mr. Weasley's style. He was very curious about the Muggle way of life. For him, trying Muggle life might be more interesting than Quidditch!
"No need to bother with the tent, Arthur—"
Sirius said gently,
"A week ago, I asked Kreacher, the house elf who serves Black, to come here and set up a tent. Remus should have arrived here last night and should be waiting for us now!"
"Oh, what?"
Sirius' words were like a bolt from the blue to Mr. Weasley, who was visibly disappointed.
"Okay. But there are a lot of us, are you sure you don't need me to set up another tent?"
"I'm sure, Arthur, that the tent Kreacher brought was the one my father used when he was alive. It can probably accommodate twenty giant monsters living comfortably in it. It's not a problem for us people at all."
Harry and several others snickered secretly. Sirius obviously didn't know Mr. Weasley well enough.
The person leading the way became Sirius. After identifying the direction, he led them down the hillside where they stood.
Eating breakfast is a rule followed by most wizards around the world. Many wizards came out of their tents and lit fires in front of the door to cook. Harry walked past the place where a large purple fire had just appeared, and found those few An African wizard is roasting a rabbit with magical flames.
A group of middle-aged American witches exited a vendor's cart, each holding a pile of Chocolate Frogs and Bibi's All-Flavour Beans in their arms.
"They sell jelly slugs and Explosive Gummy Candy over there -" Ginny suddenly stopped and said to Hermione, "Let's go buy some."
So, everyone stopped and waited for the two girls.
Harry's eyes followed the group of American women who had just passed in front of them, and found that they entered several high-roofed tents, with shining banners hanging high between the tents: Salem Witch Academy. From time to time, there were little wizards who were about the same age as them or even younger, coming in and out of several tents.
"Aren't they from Hogwarts?"
"Aren't they from Hogwarts?"
Harry blurted out, but he immediately realized that he had said something stupid. The banner on the tent made it clear.
"Hogwarts isn't the only place where magic is taught, Harry--"
Sirius put his arm on Harry's shoulders. He obviously understood why Harry was so surprised and said with a smile,
"There are magic schools all over the world. They are as famous as Hogwarts. There are seven recognized by the International Federation of Wizards. The rest are either too small or have particularly strict admissions requirements. Moreover, they don't like to be famous, so , there is no way to count how many there are.”
"Bill used to have a pen pal who went to a school in Brazil many years ago. He also wanted to go on an exchange trip, but his parents couldn't afford that much money. He said in the letter that he couldn't go. That pen pal He was so angry that he sent Bill a hat with a curse on it that made his ears wrinkle."
Ron said casually.
"Ahem-"
Mr. Weasley coughed twice and explained awkwardly,
"Your mother and I thought it was unsafe at the time. Bill didn't know the details of that person at all. What if he was deceived? Bill wouldn't be an adult yet."
Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley's ears were red, indicating that he was under stress at the moment, which was exactly the same as Ron's.
"let's go!"
The two girls came back jumping. The snacks she held in her arms were not only jelly slugs and popping gummies. In addition to the ones Harry was familiar with, there were also many snacks that he couldn't name. She Two handfuls of these things were given to everyone. Harry got a piece of bubble gum. After chewing it a few times, the bubbles suddenly expanded and stretched his head to the size of the original two, making everyone laugh. laugh.
"That's a nice whimsical idea!"
George was staring at Harry's head with interest, while Ginny was frantically looking for the bubble gum wrapper to see if there was some way on it to help Harry's head return to normal.
"It looks like it's some kind of transformation spell——"
Sirius said happily. He comforted Ginny who was about to cry.
"It's okay, Ginny. Remus is waiting for us in the tent. He's really good at these little tricks. Oh, right there, I think I saw him. Oh, so unlucky."
Sirius' words made everyone feel strange. Harry looked over with his big head and saw Remus at a glance. At the same time, he also saw a special tent. The tent was very lavishly made of striped silk, like a small palace, and there were several live peacocks tied at the entrance.
"oh--"
Mr. Weasley also reacted, and he said calmly,
"The Malfoy tent."
"What!"
Harry paused, looking horrified. His big brain hasn't been eliminated yet. If his biggest rival at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy, sees him in this embarrassing state, it goes without saying that Malfoy will not be short of laughing at him in the next school year. Material.
Harry wanted to hide away, but it was too late. They were close enough to the tent. Draco happened to come out of the tent at this moment to see who his mother was talking to. It was completely instinctive. He caught a glimpse of Harry with his big head.
The look in Draco's gray eyes was confused for a moment, but then the sarcasm on his lips made Harry's heart sink.
Draco's mother was originally going to scold him for entering the tent and keeping his head out of sight. There was a dangerous werewolf outside, but after seeing the sarcasm on his face, she followed her line of sight and immediately noticed that he was walking towards this direction with an expressionless face. Sirius came, and his already cold face became even stiffer. . . (End of chapter)
