I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

Mr. Bagman expressed his sincere regret that Dumbledore was not a Hornets fan. His excitement just now was really in vain.

Louis looked along where Mr. Weasley came from. Percy was chatting with a meticulously dressed man. He looked very excited, as if he had met a girl in the idol circle. Louis always felt that he was going to Sitting on the ground.

It seems that there is more or less that trend, in short... a bit blind.

But having said that, Louis can more or less understand why Percy admires Barty Crouch so much. This man seems to be so meticulous. Even if he is pretending to be a Muggle, he still strives to be perfect. Louis even feels that he You can just carry your bag and become the assistant of your own housekeeper...

Percy himself is a person who pursues rules, so it is not too strange that he admires Barty Crouch.

Mr. Crouch left quickly, perhaps because he saw Dumbledore. For some reason, he seemed to be deliberately avoiding Dumbledore.

"That guy seems to be avoiding you, Professor Dumbledore." Louis tugged on Dumbledore's long beard and pointed in the direction where Mr. Crouch left.

"Huh? Well..." Dumbledore followed the direction of Lewis's finger and chuckled: "He may have done something bad, so he feels guilty. I think he is definitely avoiding me on purpose. What do you think?" Louis?"

Lewis discovered that Dumbledore's sense of smell was surprisingly sharp. Could it be that he knew about Barty Crouch Jr.'s escape from prison? So he asked curiously: "Do you know what he did?"

"I don't know, I guess." Dumbledore shrugged and showed a mysterious smile to Louis. "There are some things that don't need to be investigated, right? Louis?"

"Yes...right." Louis wondered, are you addicted to the Riddler?

He decided to ignore the evil Dumbledore for the time being. As soon as he turned around, he heard Fred and George bursting into crazy laughter. He turned around and saw that the twins were holding their stomachs and laughing, and Pur Xi Ze's face was red, and he lowered his head and kept wiping his clothes, as if there was something dirty that he couldn't clean up.

"Wetherby, your robe is not dirty, so you don't need to clean it like this." George reminded 'kindly'. As soon as he finished speaking, he and Fred looked at each other and smiled even more happily.

Percy lowered his head and rubbed his robe vigorously, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and slip into it.

"What's wrong?" Lewis walked over and asked curiously.

George and Fred said at once: "You didn't pay attention just now, I mean -" "I mean Percy, yes, Percy just met his idol -" "Yes , the Ministry of Magic official named Barty Crouch, you will never imagine what Mr. Crouch called his loyal little fan."

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Oh, thank you, thank you, Weatherby..."

Not only the twins, but Bill and Charlie also laughed, and the air was filled with joy for a while.

Percy lowered his head even lower, and Louis really suspected that this kid would either explode in silence or perish in silence.

After laughing for a while, Fred dragged Mr. Weasley and asked: "Is something going on at Hogwarts? Dad? What did you just say?"

"You'll find out soon enough," Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

"This is a secret. We won't know until the ministry decides to make it public." Percy heard the opportunity to change the subject and quickly said seriously, trying to save his image, "Mr. Crouch cannot leak secrets at will. He just said The approach is correct.”

"Oh, shut your mouth now, Weatherby," said Fred.

…

Dumbledore and his brothers also lived with everyone at Lewis's sincere invitation. Now it seems that they don't look like Ho, but they look like good brothers.

Aunt Molly took a positive attitude towards this matter. She was very happy. When she was in the Order of the Phoenix, she was basically responsible for cooking. Even if there were house elves, they would be under Aunt Molly's enthusiastic offensive. Retreat.

Emma's childishness is very serious, and she now likes to play with young people very much - this is a way of saying high emotional intelligence, while low emotional intelligence is like a three-year-old child.

According to her, the surname on her ID card was actually "Yin", so... Louis gave her the nickname Yin Sansui.

Then he was hung up and tossed by his mother for more than ten minutes. A mother is kind and a son is filial.

Ye Ziyan gloated about Lewis' misfortune for a long time. When he went to bed at night, Ye Ziyan regretted so much why he gloated about Louis' misfortune in the first place.

Louis did not get up the next morning, but stayed in bed until the afternoon. The game was held in the evening, so the days were still tough.

When everyone was bored, they started to sit in the room and play Wizard Legend in pairs. Emma looked at such a cool game and shouted that she wanted to play too. Louis had no choice but to give up his seat and let her and Suo play. Lanlian competed with the two, while she played poker with some of George's buddies.

The kind with stickers.

As the afternoon wore on, a mood called excitement began to spread throughout the camp, and even the people playing in the house felt the pervasive atmosphere. Lewis looked at the brothers who were covered with notes in front of them, and made an appointment to wait until they came back to fight again.

From the look in Charlie's eyes, it was clear that he hadn't had enough fun, and Bill's eyes were aggressive, obviously not convinced by the fact that he had a note plastered all over his face.

Be sure to find your place next time! He thought fiercely, preparing to practice his card skills hard.

At dusk, even the still summer air seemed to tremble with nervous anticipation. It was, after all, the quadrennial event, and as night fell, the last vestiges of pretense disappeared: the Ministry seemed to succumb to the inevitable. trend, no longer against people, allowing those obvious signs of magic to appear everywhere.

Every few steps, apparated vendors descended from the sky, carrying trays and pushing trolleys filled with strange and weird gadgets. There are illuminated rosettes - green for Ireland, red for Bulgaria - and the players' names are screamed out.

There are green tall hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; there are Bulgarian ribbons, with the lions printed on them really roaring; there are the national flags of the two countries, which play their respective national anthems when waved; and there are also ones that can really fly. Firebolt small models; there are statues of famous team members for collection. Those small statues can walk around in the palm of your hand, looking triumphant.

"I saved my pocket money all summer just for this moment." Ron said to Harry while buying souvenirs as everyone walked leisurely through the vendors.

Ron bought a dancing shamrock hat and a large green rose badge, but he also bought a small statue of the Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum. The diminutive Krum paced back and forth on Ron's hand, frowning and glaring at the green badge above him.

Louis didn’t buy anything. Instead, his mother Emma bought a lot of things, followed by Kristassa. Ever since Emma appeared, Kristassa had almost become her exclusive maid, following behind her. Carrying big and small bags, Emma was like a little girl, finding everything novel and wanting to buy and play with everything.

She is now blowing a curling whistle, wearing a dancing clover feather on her head, a green badge of Ireland on her chest, and a green ribbon representing Ireland. The badge is still screaming the names of the players.

"Du-du-du--" Emma happily blew the whistle. The whistle opened and retracted. It looked very interesting. Sirius followed behind and looked at the man who suppressed the four of them with a face of doting. A scary senior who drinks water and looks like an old father.

But Emma obviously doesn't appreciate him, and even hates him a little - maybe it's because this guy always pretends to be deep and melancholy, intentionally or unintentionally.

To be honest, Sirius can be considered a truly melancholy man now. His blue eyes are much more melancholy than Tony Leung and Dou Sen tied together - besides, Sirius is also more elegant than them.

"Mom, what did you buy?" Louis asked curiously, looking at his mother who had gained a lot.

Emma didn't answer, just blew a curling whistle, shook the toy in her hand that Louis couldn't name, which looked like a rotating wooden frame, and looked at her good son with excitement.

Louis had it all smeared on his face, he was really hopeless, hopeless...

Why are you more childish than Aveiro?

He could only turn his head and pray to Solan Lian: "Sister Li'an, you must watch over my mother... don't let her be trafficked."

Solanlian rolled her eyes, snorted and said, "Do you think she is a three-year-old child? She can still be abducted..."

Lewis sneaked into Solanlian's ear and whispered: "With her current state of mind, I think she is a three-year-old child. I have no doubt that someone is abducting her now, and she will help others count her." money……"

He didn't dare to say it loudly. If Emma heard this, she would have to give him a set meal with an upside-down golden bell in front of so many people.

When he finished speaking, his eyes ran along the side of Solanlian's shoulder, and he happened to see Dumbledore, who also looked childish.

He was dressed similarly to Emma, ​​and he was followed by Grindelwald, who had an "I don't know him" expression on his face. Grindelwald walked very quickly, walking to Louis' side in three steps and two steps at a time, and took a look. Emma, ​​who was blowing the whistle in the front, looked at Dumbledore, who was blowing the whistle in the back, and asked in a low voice: "Louis, do you think your mother is a bit like Dumbledore?"

Hearing this, Louis looked at his own mother, then at Dumbledore, and asked puzzledly: "It's quite similar, but why do you ask?"

Grindelwald shrugged: "Do you think, well, think about it, is it possible that your mother is actually Dumbledore's... ahem, illegitimate daughter?"

"How is it possible? Don't talk nonsense. My mother is from Seris..." Louis said so, but after Grindelwald interrupted him, he also started to mutter.

Did Grindelwald really guess it right? Otherwise, why would the two of them look so similar? They are both childish.

When Dumbledore saw Grindelwald slipping away, he walked quickly to Emma and interacted with her with a smile. He looked very loving. Those who didn't know better thought it was a naughty grandpa coaxing his little granddaughter. Play together.

Family happiness reaches its extreme.

After all the shopping for small toys, everyone's wallets are now much empty. Bill, Charlie and Ginny all bought green Irish sports badges. Mr. Weasley also held an Irish flag, as did Fred and George. They had a lot of money, so the things they bought came in big and small packages. It looked like a bumper harvest.

At this time, a deep and deep gong sound came from somewhere far away in the woods. Immediately, thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the arena.

Louis looked at these kites. The red ones were okay. He had been used to seeing red lanterns since he was a child, but what the hell was the green one? The green lanterns hung high in front, looking like lanterns from the underworld, which was extremely scary.

This is Westerners. If the Seris people see such a scene in front of them, they may think that this road leads to the underworld.

Ye Ziyan obviously thought so. She looked at the tall lantern in front of her hesitantly, then turned to Louis and said, "Louis, do you think this lantern... um, is a little weird?"

"I remember that there are no green lanterns in Siris culture." Louis said through gritted teeth. "If I remember correctly, green lanterns generally represent ominousness. For example, the ones hanging in the underworld are green lanterns..."

Ye Ziyan thought for a moment and shuddered involuntarily.

Lewis put his arm around her slender waist and said softly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a green lantern, and it's not Avada. What are you afraid of? How about letting Little Moon give you some fire to cheer you up?"

As he spoke, he looked at Catherine on one side, and his other hand climbed up to Catherine's slender waist. With both hands exerting such force, his head was placed on the shoulders of the two women, sniffing on the left and sniffing on the right, like a little hooligan.

"Idiot." Catherine rolled her eyes at Louis and did not answer - she just ignored Louis' harsh words.

Seriously, she loses.

Louis smashed the two people's shoulders with his chin and continued to look at these green lanterns with a smile, feeling a wave of discomfort in his heart again.

I asked you Westerners, can you really learn from Seris culture?

What? Am I a Westerner too? That's okay.

"It's time!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly. He no longer looked as serious as everyone before, but was as excited as everyone else. "Hurry up, let's go."