The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

There are still many things that cannot be said, so this troublesome topic will be over soon.

"Which team do you support?" George finally spoke. He no longer wanted to continue on the topic of "love": "Ireland?"

"What?" DeWitt never wanted to understand the name and affiliation of the team, and he had no interest in Quidditch: "I don't understand Quidditch. I'm just giving my personal opinion. It has nothing to do with Quidditch."

The good and bad of Quidditch - I don't like Quidditch."

"The reason why I came..." he added: "is to join in the fun and meet the wizards of the country I recognize in advance."

Wizards from the United States, America, Egypt, and Africa. You can basically find traces of wizards from all imaginable countries here. They either proudly hang their flags on their tents, or they simply live in distinctive tents.

But after all, wizards from other countries are also wizards. They look no different from wizards in the UK, so curiosity comes quickly and satisfaction comes quickly.

"Go back." DeWitt said as he tied up the firewood with ropes. Each of three people tied up the firewood. There was enough firewood to last a week. The twins thought they had done a good job in disguise, but Mrs. Weasley still

It was immediately obvious that they had used magic, because they collected more firewood than the three of Percy. However, Mrs. Weasley said nothing because she did not quite agree with Mr. Weasley's insistence on letting everyone do it themselves.

The Ministry of Magic's rules against using magic are limited to "not being discovered by Muggles" - no one knows how Mr. Weasley can maintain his love for Muggles and at the same time maintain his love for Muggles.

I don’t know anything, I don’t even know how to wear clothes, even though I have maintained this love for several years.

As for not being able to use matches in life, it is understandable. Nowadays, even in a city of ordinary people, there will definitely be people who can't make a fire. The flames jumped and boiled the water. Weiss

Mr. Lai pointed at the Ministry of Magic officials walking around on the road and introduced them one by one. DeWitt matched the names and appearances of the people and remembered them in his mind. When the food was ready, another official came.<

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"Ludo Bagman!" Mr. Weasley greeted the man in the jersey.

The man is like a bumblebee. The black and yellow stripes on the jersey he wears are like that, the high and bloated belly is like a bumblebee, and the yellow hair is like the down on a bumblebee, especially the bumblebee pattern printed on the jersey.

It is also proving this argument. The voice when he speaks is more like the buzzing of a bumblebee. Just to express the good weather, he can change the sentence structure and words and say it back and forth seven times. It seems that this makes Lu

Dobagman's next words are even more convincing.

"Want to place a bet on the game?" he asked eagerly, using a series of examples from other gamblers who had made large bets, and finally successfully persuaded Mr. Weasley to cough up... a gold galleons -

Bet on Ireland to win.

Unexpectedly, in the surprised eyes of DeWitt and Hermione, the twins took out a bag of money and wanted to participate. Mr. Weiss persuaded him, but failed, so they could only let it develop.

Not long after, another Ministry of Magic official named Barty Crouch came. Percy seemed to be a fan of this official, showing reverence from his actions to his words. The twins sneered at this behavior and seemed to

Percy is a little obsessed. But all this is nothing in the entire camp. It will not affect the small commodity sellers who directly phantomed over, nor will it affect the children who can't settle down. The adults let go of their restraints on the children.

, just like the Ministry of Magic gradually gave up its ban on magic. This originally uninhabited land gradually became immersed in the fantasy and weird temperament of wizards through the use of magic. Scenes that seemed bizarre to Muggles appeared openly.

Under the sun. I wonder how many forgetting spells Mr. Roberts will be cast on because he witnessed all this happening, and whether the use of these forgetting spells meets the standards? Hermione quietly went to give Mr. Roberts a bottle of tea disguised as tea.

A magical potion specially designed to relieve the stressed mind.

People's expectations turned into laughter and laughter, and the happiness among them began to be contagious. The vendors reluctantly lowered their prices, but they made more gold galleons than before. Those who can come here know how to seize business opportunities, and special items from other continents are brought

If you come here, of course you won’t leave behind all kinds of souvenirs specially made for fans of the team.

"Bring a telescope, a panoramic telescope, you can see the score... and analyze the battle..." A vendor pointed at the pile of golden tubes with multiple buttons behind him and said: "Ten galleons each."

DeWitt was very experienced in not showing any desire to buy, but he was considering and hesitating in his heart: Although he is not interested in Quidditch, but he is here, I am afraid there is nothing else to do besides watching the game. At the same time,

I am a layman, so if there is something that can help me understand the game, it would be worthwhile, but is the price of ten galleons worth it...

"Two." Hermione's voice suddenly reached the ears of DeWitt, who was separated from the twins.

When DeWitt looked over, Hermione also keenly sensed his gaze, and waved very naturally: "Come on, let's take one each, don't worry about others, I saw Harry and Ron also bought this -

—"

The telescope in his hand suddenly felt a little hot. There was a sentence that was turning over and over in DeWitt's mouth like hot delicacies. He hesitated to say it. Even though Hermione was looking around with interest, there was nothing but pulling

He didn’t let go of DeWitt’s hand and didn’t pay attention to him. What emotion sealed his mouth?”

But DeWitt finally said it: "Thank you!

"What did you say?" Hermione smiled brightly and turned her head. She seemed not to have heard clearly, her eyes bent happily with a cunning look.

"I said thank you." DeWitt said it much more fluently the second time. He calmly got rid of the embarrassing trap he had set for himself, raised his telescope, shook it and said, "This is what you gave me.

”

Hermione chuckled a few times and said very naturally: "You are too polite."

They returned to the camp and made all preparations until dark. Mr. Weasley lit up the lamp and summoned everyone. He walked in front and led the way, following the direction of the crowd, leading the way amidst countless laughter and laughter. Now.

, no one curses at the obstacles on the roadside, only friendly smiles greet the body collisions, and everyone is very happy. It is like a festival. Adults also have a reason to be children at this time, and reasonably reminisce about the time when they did not have to worry about their livelihood.
At this time, everyone was in a similar state of happiness.

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