New Professor at Hogwarts

While Xia Ran was shaking her head inwardly, Harry had already helped Mr. Weasley identify the Muggle currency in his hand, counted the fees that needed to be paid, and handed it to the camp manager, Mr. Roberts.

"Are you a foreigner?" Mr. Roberts took the banknote and glanced at Mr. Weasley suspiciously. He noticed that Mr. Weasley couldn't recognize the banknote just now.

"Foreigner?" Mr. Weasley seemed surprised.

"You're not the only one who can't figure out the money," said Mr. Roberts, looking carefully at Mr. Weasley. "Just ten minutes ago, two people tried to pay me the size of a hubcap. Here are the gold coins.”

"Oh, really?" Mr. Weasley looked a little embarrassed.

Mr. Roberts fumbled for change in a tin can, ready to change.

"There have never been so many people! Never!" Mr. Roberts said suddenly, turning his eyes again to look at the mist-filled venue with a puzzled expression. "Hundreds of people have reserved tents, and people keep coming. But I haven’t heard any news about any big event being held here.”

"Is something wrong?" Mr. Weasley asked uneasily, reaching out to take the change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.

"Yes." Mr. Roberts said thoughtfully, "There are people from everywhere, you know? Countless foreigners... no, there are many weirdos, I don't know which country they are from, Do you understand, sir? There's a guy walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape, and I really doubt..."

"Can't you?" Mr. Weasley asked eagerly.

"Well, it's not that it's not possible, but it's like...I don't know exactly...in short..." Mr. Roberts frowned and said, "They seem to know each other and are attending a large party. , but why should the party be held in a place like this?"

Snapped!

At this moment, a wizard in bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed at the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

"Forgotten!" He pointed his wand at Mr. Roberts and muttered, using the Forgetting Charm.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Roberts' doubtful eyes disappeared, his brows relaxed, and his face showed a dazed and indifferent expression. Xia Ran knew that that was exactly what happened when a person's memory was changed.

"I'll give you a plan of the camp," Mr. Roberts said calmly, "and some change for you."

"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.

The wizard in bloomers accompanied them towards the gate of the camp. He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were purple shadows under his eyes.

When Mr. Roberts couldn't hear them, the wizard whispered to Sharon and Mr. Weasley: "He gave me a lot of trouble. In order to keep him in a good mood and not doubt this or that, I do it every day." The Oblivion Charm would have to be recited a dozen times. Ludo Bagman would only be doing a disservice, walking around talking loudly about Bludgers and the Wraith, completely ignoring the Ministry's injunction to beware of Muggles and ensure safety. "

"God, I really wish this would end soon! See you later, Arthur and Xia Ran."

After he finished complaining, he disappeared and disappeared.

"Why does the Ministry of Magic use Muggles as administrators?" Xia Ran asked.

"Who knows? Maybe for some reason," said Mr. Weasley.

Xia Ran frowned slightly.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the Director of the Sports Department of the Ministry of Magic. He should know not to talk about Bludgers around Muggles, right?" Ginny said in surprise.

"Yeah, that's right." Mr. Weasley smiled, "Ludo has always been a little insensitive and careless about safety issues, but you can't find a more passionate person to be in charge of sports." The leader of the Sports Department! You have to know that he originally played Quidditch for England, and he is the best batsman in the history of the Wimbourne Hornets!"

While talking, the group passed through the gate and walked into the camp.

They walked slowly on the mist-shrouded field, passing between two long rows of tents. Most of the tents looked nothing special. It was obvious that their owners had put a lot of thought into making them as beautiful as possible. They are just like Muggle tents, but many tents are self-defeating. They accidentally go too far and add chimneys, weathervanes and other superfluous features, making them somewhat nondescript.

And there were several tents that were obviously enchanted at first glance, so it was no wonder that Mr. Roberts became suspicious.

In the center of the venue, there is a tent that is particularly conspicuous. It is very lavishly made of a large number of strips of silk, and it is like a small palace. There are also several live peacocks tied at the entrance. After walking a little further, they saw another tent set up as high as a four-story building with several turrets beside it. On the other side, there is a tent with a garden in front of the door. There is a bird bath, a sundial, and a fountain. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "When people get together, they can't help but want to show off. Ah, here we are, look, this is our tent."

The group of people came to the edge of the woods at the end of the field. There was an open space with a small sign on the ground that read: "Wezley."

Apparently, they spelled Weasley wrong, or got it wrong.

Mr. Weasley seemed a little embarrassed, but he didn't care about it for a moment and said happily: "This place couldn't be better! The golf course is on the other side of the woods, and it couldn't be any closer."

People took their backpacks off their shoulders and dropped them on the ground.

"Okay." Mr. Weasley said excitedly, "Strictly speaking, no magic is allowed - there are Ministry regulations, because there are too many people here - then we have to put up the tent ourselves. . It shouldn’t be too difficult. I think Muggles do this. They don’t have magic. I’ve always thought... By the way, Harry and Hermione, you should have experience, right? Do you think we should Where to start?”

Mr. Weasley in particular seemed to be in high spirits.

Harry and Hermione looked a little embarrassed. Hermione couldn't help but said: "Mr. Weasley, I have never set up a tent before. My parents did it before."

Harry also had a look of helplessness on his face. During the holidays, the Dursleys would not take him out. They would rather leave him with the neighbor's old lady, Mrs. Figg.

Harry didn't know yet that Mrs. Figg was the one Dumbledore arranged to protect Harry at Privet Drive.

"That's it." Mr. Weasley said regretfully, and then became excited again, "It doesn't matter, we just have to find our way slowly. We still have plenty of time."

"I know better. Come on, help me." Xia Ran smiled. He had used a Muggle tent to travel before, but that was all a lifetime ago.

"Okay, Xia Ran, let me help you. Do you want this?" Mr. Weasley took out a pole with great interest.

"No, Mr. Weasley, leave that one alone first and come one by one." Xia Ran said quickly, "Harry, Hermione, come and help."

He had to call Harry and Hermione, because the tent was completely built by hand, and Harry and Hermione were a little more familiar with it. Although the Weasley family were full of enthusiasm, it really made things worse. Mr. Weasley thought he had to use it every time. When it came to the tack hammer, I was extremely excited.

In the end, after a lot of effort, they finally set up two two-person tents that were barely passable.

Xia Ran took a few steps back and admired the masterpieces of the others. She breathed out and sweat rolled down her forehead. This was too strenuous.