Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

There was a queue at the water station on the other side of the venue, and there was a quarrel in the queue.

The five people lined up at the end of the line and looked around curiously.

Just put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in something like this, the Muggle at the gate is already suspicious..."

A Ministry of Magic staff member on inspection held up a pair of normal pinstriped Muggle pants and said helplessly.

The person called Archie was an elderly wizard who was wearing a women's long printed pajamas.

"I bought these clothes in a Muggle store," old Archie said loudly and stubbornly without even looking at the pants, "Muggles wear them too!"

This is true, but anyone who knows a little bit about Muggles knows that people in their right mind will generally not go out wearing pajamas of the opposite sex.

After a dispute, Archie finished collecting the water and left with the bucket without looking back. The Ministry of Magic employee holding up his pants sighed and continued to chase after him helplessly.

The team continued to move forward, and everyone in Glenn quickly filled several buckets and headed towards the camp.

At this time, most people had already gotten up, and the road they came on was bustling and a bit crowded. A few people were carrying buckets, and it was inconvenient to move through the crowd, so they changed to a less crowded road.

On the way, they met Oliver Wood, who had just graduated.

Because Glenn missed the cadet Quidditch match last semester, Wood achieved his wish and won the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup in the last year of his student career.

As a result, he was spotted by scouts and became a professional player as he wished, and is currently a substitute player for Puddlemere United.

Wood seemed very happy to see Harry and the others, and specially introduced them to his parents.

Of course, the main target of the introduction is still Harry, and the others are just in passing.

After bidding farewell to Wood, several blond girls dressed in particularly fashionable clothes passed by them chattering.

They didn't speak English, it sounded much more complicated.

Hermione glanced at them for a few times, then turned back and said: "If I guessed correctly, they should all be French - Beauxbatons students. I read about it in the European Magical Education Assessment -"

When he heard her say the name of the school "Beauxbatons", Glenn was obviously taken aback.

"Beauxbatons? Is that the place where your friend is an exchange student?" Harry turned to look at Glenn and asked.

"Yes!" Qiu smiled and nodded, "Speaking of which, it's time for Morgana to return to Hogwarts this year, Glenn?"

"Yes..." Glenn gave her a guilty look, "But I wrote a letter a few days ago asking her when she would come back, but I haven't received a reply yet."

"Me too." Qiu didn't notice his eyes and said to herself, "Maybe she is already on the way and plans to give us a surprise."

"Speaking of schools in other countries..." Ron interjected, "I remember Bill used to have a pen pal who went to a school in Brazil, many, many years ago. The name of that school seemed to be something...

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He suddenly got stuck in the middle of speaking, frowning and unable to remember.

Miss Hermione Know-it-all Granger said for him: "Castrobeshe, the World Magical Education Assessment mentioned-"

"Yes! That's it," Ron interrupted the second half of her sentence and continued, "They wanted to do an exchange trip at that time, but their parents couldn't afford that much money. The pen pal was so angry that he gave Bill

He was sent a hat with a spell on it that made his ears wrinkle."

"This is too much!" Hermione said angrily, "This goes against -"

Before she could finish speaking, Ron interrupted her again: "This was just a prank many years ago. We all just treated it as a joke. Hermione, no one will care about those long and complicated laws."

"How can you say such a thing, Ron?" Hermione glared at him, "The laws are made to be obeyed! If everyone was like you, society would have been in chaos long ago!"

Hearing the two happy enemies start to quarrel again, Harry, Glenn and Qiu automatically blocked them and focused on the road at their feet.

The two of them quarreled all the way back to the camp, and they didn't stop until George, who was impatient to wait, spoke.

"Why have you been gone for so long?"

He complained and took the bucket from Glenn and poured it into the pot.

"There are too many acquaintances, so there is nothing we can do." Glenn shrugged, "Have you already lit the fire?"

Fred nodded: "I just lit it. Dad played with the matches for a long time and almost burned his hand."

By the time the fire gradually grew stronger, it was already close to noon, just in time for cooking. Halfway through lunch preparations, Bill, Charlie and Percy, who had apparated into the woods, also arrived on time.

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

The twins curled their lips and secretly added a lot of salt to the omelette prepared for him.

Halfway through eating, Mr. Weasley suddenly stood up, smiled and waved to a man who strode over.

"Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman, who had been retired for many years and whose figure had long been out of shape, wore an extremely eye-catching Quidditch uniform with wide yellow and black stripes and a huge wasp printed on the chest like a splash of ink.

"Aha! Arthur, my old friend!"

Bagman jumped towards them like a child, looking very excited.

"Today's weather is great, there will definitely be no clouds at night! The whole preparation is so well organized, I can't even find anything to do!" he said with a relaxed face.

Ironically, just as he said this, a group of haggard-looking Ministry of Magic employees hurried past not far behind him. Who knew who lit the magic flame in the distance, and the purple flames jumped more than twenty feet.

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Percy, the official fan, was the first to stand up and take the initiative to shake Bagman's hand. Although he didn't like this person very much, Bagman was a senior official of the Ministry of Magic after all, and it was worthy of him to use this obviously flattering communication method.

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Mr. Weasley made an introduction with a smile. When he heard the name "Harry Potter", Bagman obviously glanced at the scar on Harry's forehead.

In this regard, "The Boy Who Lived" has long been commonplace.

"Please say hello to Mr. Ollivander for me, kid," Bagman said to Glenn.

In the British magical society, all wizards maintain a certain respect for the members of the Ollivander family. After all, they are a large family that monopolizes the wand business in the UK.

After chatting for a few words, the gambling king Bagman couldn't restrain his true purpose, fiddled with the jingling robe pockets, and spoke with a smile.

"Dear friends, would you like to place a bet on the game?"