The Druid Master of Hogwarts

The speaker was a tired, gloomy-looking man, holding a large gold watch in his hand, wearing a tweed suit, but a pair of thigh-length rubber galoshes.

Standing beside him was an equally tired and sullen man, with a thick roll of parchment and a quill in his hand, dressed in the same pleated kilt and a South American cape. .

"Minerva, these two are dressed strangely."

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Fish pointed to the two people and said bluntly that he had been in the Muggle world for so long and watched TV shows for a long time, and he still had some understanding of Muggle dressing habits. normal.

Hearing Fish's voice, the two gloomy men raised their heads.

"Professor McGonagall!"

The man holding the parchment changed his previous impatience and shouted with surprise on his face. Although the other man holding the large gold watch was not as excited as his colleague, he also showed respect to Professor McGonagall.

Obviously, the man holding the parchment should be a Gryffindor.

"Basil, and Phyllis," Professor McGonagall nodded to the two of them and handed over the toy car in his hand, "Long time no see, I didn't expect you to be in charge of reception, the people from the Sports Department. Woolen cloth?"

Both of them had toothache expressions on their faces at the same time. Basil, who was wearing a short pleated skirt, threw the toy car into the big box next to him, and replied angrily, "Bagman is a no-brainer, and other departments have their own excuses, and they push around and push them around. This unfortunate job has been pushed to the Department of Transportation, and our office is responsible for managing the door keys..."

He shrugged, "Me and Phyllis were unlucky and got a ticket for overtime." Then he turned to look at Phish next to Professor McGonagall, "This is the child you adopted, right? What a lad! Who are the other two?"

"Hermione Granger, a student of Gryffindor, Ralph Scamander, Newt's grandson, went to school in Ilvermorny, America, and came to play with us today."

"Mr. Scamander's grandson!" Phyllis, who had not spoken much, was also excited. "He is a legend of our Hufflepuffs!"

Rove looked confused. He didn't expect his grandfather to be so famous at Hogwarts... He was always bullied by his grandma when he was at home.

"I'm sorry professor, the next group of people will be here soon," Phyllis looked at the gold watch in his hand and said regretfully, "When our work is over,

to visit you again. "

Basil flipped the parchment in his hand. "Your camp is on the first field...about a quarter of a mile. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts, who is a Muggle."

"Well, you've worked hard."

Professor McGonagall nodded, then took the three little guys to the direction Basil pointed.

The four walked through the desolate swamp for about twenty minutes and came to a small stone house.

In the open space behind the stone house, there are hundreds of tents of strange shapes, which ascend along the gentle slope of the large field, which stretches all the way to a dark wood on the horizon.

There was a man standing at the door of the stone house. He was dressed as normal as Fish and the others. It should be the administrator named Roberts who didn't run away.

Fish and the others walked in front of the man, but he didn't seem to respond, looking a little sluggish.

"He was just cast an oblivion spell," Professor McGonagall glanced at Mr. Roberts' situation, and immediately judged what the situation was, "We'll just wait a moment."

Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, Mr. Roberts blinked, and his dull expression gradually came alive.

"Oh, hello," he nodded to Professor McGonagall, and then was caught by Fish who was beside him. "Your child is so cute." After he complimented, his eyes still stayed on Fish. But he was talking to Professor McGonagall: "I think, you should also come here to camp?"

"That's right, Mag—a tent, booked three days ago."

"Please wait..." Mr. Roberts took his eyes away from Fish, then turned to look at the form attached to the door of the stone house, "Well, I found it, the location is good, it's near the faucet, it will be very convenient to fetch water... ...for one night only?"

"Yes."

"Then pay now, okay?" Mr. Roberts quoted a price.

Professor McGonagall skillfully took out a few pounds from his handbag and handed it to the administrator...

Even if she didn't visit Granger's house, she lived with Muggles as a child, so even if the Muggle currency was not what it used to be, Professor McGonagall wouldn't be as busy as other wizards.

Besides...

This wasn't the first time she had watched the Quidditch World Cup, and she was already familiar with a similar process.

"Here, this is your change." Mr. Roberts took the change from a tin can and handed it to Professor McGonagall, along with a map, "and the plan of the camp, your camp is here. block area."

He enthusiastically drew a circle with his finger on the floor plan, and as he had said before, there was a sign for a faucet not far away.

"thanks."

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded to him.

And Mr. Roberts smiled and waved his hand, and said enthusiastically: "You are either old people or children, you should, you should... Do you need me to help you build a tent?"

Speaking of this, he suddenly reacted, looking at the few people who were lightly dressed, and asked suspiciously, "Where are your luggage and tents?"

"A companion has already brought us in in advance," Hermione said in a timely manner. "After all, we are not very strong."

"Meow?"

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Fish turned to look at Hermione, his strength was so great!

Just when the cat was not convinced and wanted to refute, Hermione bumped his rib with an elbow first...

When she was a guest at Hermione's house, she often reminded herself that, so Fishh could only wrinkle his nose unwillingly and closed his mouth.

"Exactly, can you help to find out where they are? Our companion is Weasley."

"Oh . . . they're here," Mr. Roberts looked at the form again, "but they're a bit far from you," he gestured again on the map, "by the woods here."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Professor McGonagall glanced approvingly at Hermione, then nodded to the administrator again, and took Fish by the hand and walked towards the gate of the camp.

The four passed through the gate and entered the camp. There were tents all over the place. Because it was still early, most of the wizards who arrived early were still sleeping in the tents, but there were occasional people wandering around.

After walking a distance in the tent, Fish had already smelled a lot of acquaintances, and he happily told Hermione and Professor McGonagall what he had found.

"Oliver is in that direction, Seamus smells stronger over there, Harry and Ron are here, the big tent in the center should be Draco's, Daphne and Astoria next to it, and Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe..."

Hermione followed Fish's hand and looked towards the center of the field. The tents nearby were particularly conspicuous, including palace-like, high-rise buildings, and gardens...

In short, no matter how exaggerated it is, it was pointed out that it was the palace tent where Draco lived, and there were a few peacocks tied to the door, and the one with the garden was not too bad, with birdbaths, sundials, fountains, etc.

Sure enough, it was the style of Slytherin's pure-blooded "nobles".

Hermione curled her lips in disdain, and then pulled Fisher to speed up and walk forward, not wanting Fisher to have any intersection with them.

And Professor McGonagall obviously didn't like seeing those pure-blooded families very much. She also accelerated her pace, and soon the four of them came to the location of their camp. ” sign.

Not far from them, there was a group of people lining up to fetch water, and there were several familiar figures in the team.

"Harry, Ron, Ginny! Fish is here, meow!"

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