Homecoming from Hogwarts

Harry had no time to pay attention to Mr. Weasley's showing off, he stared at the spacious lawn in front of him, his eyes popped out of their sockets in surprise!

There are probably thousands of neatly arranged tents on the lawn in front of you, and they are arranged in dozens of rows, spreading all the way to the border of the jungle in the distance.Most of the tents were nothing special, apparently their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents so as not to attract attention.

But some accidentally overdid it, adding chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes to the superfluity, making it nondescript.However, the closer the tents are to the border of the jungle, the more special they are, and many of them have strong regional characteristics or magical styles at first glance.

There were people coming and going in the middle of the tent, and the clothing styles of these wizards were not British at first glance. After a while, Harry heard at least three languages ​​​​from different places.

In addition to the spectators who come here to watch the game, there are also a lot of people doing business. There are many vendors pushing the carts pushed by the old ladies who sell pies and chocolates on the Hogwarts train, and they are 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 from him that the game probably sold a total of 10,000+ tickets. I think those who got the tickets should not choose to give up watching the game, so... I think Not less than 10 people!"

10 million people!
Not to mention Harry, even the children of the Weasley family, who were born and bred in the wizarding world, were surprised and speechless.

"I never thought there were so many wizards!" Harry said in a daze.

"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, boys, the game starts at night, and we have a whole day to see the grand occasion here. We have to pitch the tent first, and then, oh, light the fire, all in the Muggle way, which is stipulated by the Ministry of Magic!"

The rules of the Ministry of Magic are obviously not very effective here, because Harry saw a few dark-skinned wizards not far away who were spraying a large stream of purple magic fire from their wands.Harry knew Mr. Weasley's style, and he was very curious about the Muggle way of life. For him, trying the Muggle life might be more interesting than a Quidditch match!
"Tents don't bother, 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, he became disappointed visible to the naked eye,

"Okay. But we have a lot of people, are you sure you don't need me to pitch another tent?"

"I'm sure, Arthur, the tent that Kreacher brought was used by my father when he was alive. It can probably accommodate twenty giant monsters in it comfortably. We people are not a problem at all."

Harry and several others snickered secretly. Sirius obviously didn't know Mr. Weasley well enough.

The person who led the way became Sirius. After identifying the direction, he led them down the small hill where they stood.

Eating breakfast is the custom of most wizards all over the world. Many wizards came out of their tents to light a fire in front of the door to cook. Harry walked past the place where a large cluster of purple fire had just emerged, and found that those few An African wizard is roasting a rabbit with magical flames.

There's a group of middle-aged American witches leaving a peddler's cart, each with a pile of Chocolate Frogs and Bibi's 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 saw that they entered several high-top tents, and between the tents hung a shiny banner: Salem Witch Academy.From time to time, there are little wizards who are about the same age as them or even younger come and go between several tents.

"Aren't they from Hogwarts?" Harry blurted out, but he realized immediately that he had said something stupid, the banner on the tent said it all.

"Hogwarts isn't the only place where magic is taught, Harry--"

Sirius put his arm on Harry's shoulder, he obviously heard why Harry was so surprised, and said with a smile,

"There are wizarding schools all over the world. Seven of them are as famous as Hogwarts, and they are recognized by the International Federation of Wizards. The rest are either too small in scale, or have very strict requirements for enrollment, and they don't like being famous, so , It is impossible to count how many seats there are.”

"Bill used to have a pen pal who went to a school in Brazil many years ago. He also wanted to do an exchange trip, but Mom and Dad couldn't afford that much, and he wrote that he couldn't go, that pen pal In a fit of rage, he sent Bill a hexed hat that wrinkled his ears."

Ron said casually.

"Ahem--"

Mr. Weasley coughed twice and explained awkwardly,

"Your mother and I thought it wasn't safe at the time. Bill didn't know the details of that person at all. What if he was cheated, Bill is still underage."

Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley's ears had turned red, which meant that he was under stress at the moment, just like Ron.

"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 great interest, while Ginny was scrambling for bubble gum wrappers to see if there was any way to help Harry's head get back to normal.

"Looks like some kind of Transfiguration Charm—"

Sirius said cheerfully, he comforted Ginny who was anxious and about to cry,

"It's okay, Ginny, Remus is waiting for us in the tent, he's really good at these little tricks, ah, right there, I think I saw him, oh, no luck"

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 tried to get away, but it was too late, they were close enough to the tent, and it happened that Draco came out of the tent at this moment, to check who his mother was talking to, it was completely instinctive, He caught a glimpse of Harry with his big head on his head.

The look in Draco's gray eyes was lost for a moment, but then, the sarcasm drawn from the corner of his mouth made Harry's heart sink.

Draco's mother was going to tell him not to show his head when he entered the tent, there was a dangerous werewolf outside, but after seeing the sneer on his son's face, she followed her line of sight and immediately noticed that he was walking towards this side with no expression on his face. Sirius came, so the already cold face became even more rigid. . . (end of this chapter)