The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Thank you, Basil."

Mr. Weasley thanked the wizard responsible for guiding them and called on everyone to follow him forward.

The area was covered in thick fog, making it almost impossible to see anything.

They supported each other and walked forward one step at a time. After about twenty minutes, they finally passed through this deserted swamp and came to a small stone house.

Scott squinted his eyes and looked at the countless strange-shaped tents behind the stone house.

The crowded tents climbed up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched to a dark forest on the horizon.

They said good-bye to Diggory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house.

There stood a man looking at the tents.

Scott failed to sense the magic fluctuations in his body. This was a real Muggle.

Hearing their footsteps, the man turned his head and looked at them.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning!"

"Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Ah, exactly. Who are you?"

"Weasley...the two tents were reserved two days ago, are they available?"

"Yes, you have a place by the woods there. Do you want to stay only for one night?"

"Yes."

"Well, please pay now, okay?"

"Ah...ok...no problem..."

After a conversation, Mr. Weasley took a few steps back and left the small stone house.

"Help me, Harry."

He pulled a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and separated them one by one.

"This one is... um... ten yuan? Ah, by the way, I saw the little number printed on it... So this one is five yuan?"

With Harry's help, he finally figured out the denominations of the banknotes.

"Are you a foreigner?"

Mr. Roberts asked him as Mr. Weasley returned with some of the correct bills.

"Foreigner?"

"You're not the only one who can't figure out the money. Just ten minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me gold coins the size of beer bottle caps."

"Really?"

Mr. Weasley was afraid that he would be exposed, so he was a little uneasy.

Mr. Roberts fumbled for change in a tin can.

"There have never been so many people, hundreds of people booked tents. People just kept coming..."

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Yeah, there are people from all over the place. Countless foreigners. Not just foreigners, but a lot of weirdos, you know? There was this guy walking up in a pleated skirt and a South American cape. Go."

Scott shared his confusion.

Although those wizards wanted to pretend to be Muggles, due to their lack of basic understanding of Muggles, they gave full play to their imagination when dressing up. Most of them looked like they had some serious illness.

Looking at those people, only Scott, Harry, and Hermione showed unbearable expressions among them.

"is it not OK?"

Faced with Mr. Roberts' doubts, Mr. Weasley became obviously more nervous.

"It was like... I don't know... it was like a trick. They seemed to know each other. It was like a big party."

Mr. Roberts became visibly suspicious.

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

"Everything is forgotten!"

Knickerbockers decisively gave Mr. Roberts a forgetting spell.

Mr. Roberts' eyes immediately became distracted, his brows relaxed, his expression became dazed, and he seemed to be indifferent to everything.

"I'll give you a plan of the camp. And some change for you."

He said to Mr. Weasley businesslikely, apparently forgetting his doubts and suspicions just now.

Looking at this scene, Scott raised his eyebrows.

He noticed that only Harry and Hermione were as touched as he was, and everyone else looked like they were used to it.

This may be proof that they have not been able to integrate into the wizarding community, or it may be their persistence in their original world view.

But how long can such persistence last?

Even Scott himself didn't know.

Because despite the discomfort, neither he nor Harry nor Hermione rashly raised objections at the moment.

Afterwards, Knickerbockers walked with them toward the gate of the camp.

He looked very tired, unshaven, and had thick purple shadows around his eyes.

When Mr. Roberts couldn't hear them, he started complaining to Mr. Weasley.

"He's been causing me a lot of trouble. To keep him in a good mood, I have to recite the Oblivion Charm a dozen times a day. Ludo Bagman does nothing but help. Walks around talking loudly about Bludgers and ghosts. Flying ball, no regard for Muggles, stay safe. God, I wish this was over soon, Arthur."

After that he disappeared.

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

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Ludo has always been... well... a little sloppy about safety. But you won't find a more passionate person to lead the Sports Department. . You know, he played Quidditch for England and he was the best batsman ever for Wimbourne."

After passing through the gate, they walked slowly through the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents looked unremarkable, and their owners had obviously taken great pains to make them look as similar to Muggle tents as possible.

However, some people have obviously gone too far and added chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes in superfluous ways, which look very nondescript.

However, occasionally there are a few tents that are enchanted at first glance.

In the center of the camp, there was a particularly conspicuous tent, built in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets next to it.

Further over there, there is a garden in front of a tent with a bird bath, sundial, fountain, etc.

"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "when everyone gets together, they just can't help but want to show off. Ah, here we are, look, this is ours."

He looked around and said in a somewhat gloating tone: "Oh, what a pity, you couldn't see the Malfoy family tent. In the past, they were always the most exaggerated one, with striped silk, palaces, and white peacocks."

Sirius continued: "Of course, Malfoy is wanted by the Ministry of Magic for attacking Azkaban."

As he said that, the two looked at each other and laughed for a while.

By this time they had arrived at the edge of the woods at the end of the camp.

There is an open space here with a small sign on the ground that reads: Wedsley.

"This place couldn't be better!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The venue is on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't be any closer."

He took his backpack off his shoulders.

"Okay," he said excitedly, "Strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us have come to Muggle territory. We have to put up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too difficult... "

Only Scott present had camping experience, so he stepped forward and directed everyone to work together to build the tent.

The process went quite smoothly, and everyone's hands-on skills were pretty good. Only the two adults, Mr. Weasley and Sirius, seemed to be unhelpful.

Especially Mr. Weasley, who is very curious about all Muggle tools and is always surprised.

After the two double tents were set up, they all took a few steps back to admire the fruits of their own labor.

At this moment, Mr. Weasley got down on all fours and got into the first tent first.

"It might be a little crowded," he shouted, "but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and have a look."

Everyone bent down and got in under the tent curtain.

Inside the small tent is actually an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, as well as a bathroom and kitchen.

The furnishings in the room were a bit old, with mismatched chairs covered with crochet covers, and there was a pungent cat smell in the air.

"Oh, this is only temporary." Mr. Weasley wiped his bald head with a handkerchief and looked at the four bunk beds in the bedroom. "I borrowed these from Perkins in the office. Poor Guy, he's got back pain and can't camp anymore."

He picked up the dusty kettle and looked inside. "We need some water..."

He asked Ron, Harry, and Hermione to fetch water, while the others were responsible for collecting firewood.

Scott and the twins came to the woods together. Fred wanted to use the cutting spell to break the branches directly, but Mr. Weasley stopped him.

"Remember, this is Muggle territory, we can't use magic!" he warned Fred.

Fred curled his lips and could only bend down to pick up the broken branches on the ground.

Before we knew it, the sun finally rose, and the morning fog wandering around the camp began to dissipate.

The campers had all woken up, and they came out of the tents one after another. The cries and play of children, and the scoldings of adults mingled together, making the whole camp very lively.

After Scott and the others carried back some firewood, they stood high in the woods, talking about who would win the final between the Bulgarian team and the Irish team, while observing the people in the camp.

They saw many acquaintances, their classmates at Hogwarts, many tourists from abroad, and even students from other magic schools.

Scott tried to find Roger, but couldn't see him for the time being, so he simply asked Rimbaud to look for him.

Mr. Weasley squatted at the door of the tent and tried to light a fire with matches, but he was not used to the Muggle way of making fire. He always struck the match and threw it away with a scream.

Just then, Scott suddenly looked back and saw Bill, Charlie and Percy suddenly appearing behind them via Apparition.

Fred and George jumped right up, unanimously ignoring Percy and enthusiastically introducing Bill, Charlie and Scott to each other.

Bill has a tall stature and the Weasley family's unique red hair, with a long ponytail.

He wears an earring with a small fan-like ornament hanging from it. Unlike other members of the Weasley family, he looks like a cool guy.

Charlie seems to look more like Mrs. Weasley, and is shorter, fatter, and stockier than his brother.

Although he has the same red hair and his face is also covered with freckles, his face is rounder and full of affinity, but it looks weathered, almost brown-black.

He had muscular arms, and one arm bore a large, shiny scar from a fire.

Both of them have cheerful personalities. Since Scott and Bill have contacted each other remotely many times, there is no sense of strangeness at all, and they quickly chatted together.

Bill was very interested in Scott's progress in transfiguration. He offered to let Scott demonstrate it and asked the other brothers to gather around to block other people's sight.

As the eldest son of the family, Bill undoubtedly has a strong authority. Faced with his request, even Percy with a straight face chose to obey.

Scott readily agreed.

He and Bill crouched down, while the four Weasley brothers stood in a row.

Scott took out his wand, picked up a stone and placed it in front of him.

"Watch it."

He waved his wand gently, and the light of the Transfiguration Spell enveloped the stone.

In the next second, the stone quickly turned into a living crow.

With a bang, the crow burst into flames and walked around on the ground.

"oh……"

The Weasley brothers all opened their mouths and exclaimed.

Immediately afterwards, the crow spread its wings and flew up, and the flames around it gradually faded away.

"Quack!"

The crow opened its mouth and spit out a line of fire, burning a dark hole in the ground.

"oh……"

The exclamation sounded again.

"What are you doing?"

Sirius walked over and happened to see this scene.

"This is?"

He looked at Scott holding the wand in shock.

"Scott, you did this?"

Scott nodded and waved the wand gently again. The crow immediately turned into a stone and fell to the ground, then shattered.

"how did you do it?"

Sirius seemed very interested and walked quickly over and squatted next to Bill.

"Um……"

Scott thought for a while and picked up another stone.

This time, for demonstration purposes, he did not choose to take shape at once.

He first waved his wand gently, causing the stone to change into the shape of a raven.

The surface of the stone crow's body is covered with traces of magic writing.

Scott waved the wand again, and the stone crow came to life, the magic text also lit up with a fiery red light, and bang, the flames ignited.

"That's great!" Bill said excitedly, "My vision can indeed come true. Of course, I have heard you say it before, but I am still very happy to see this with my own eyes!"

He couldn't wait to pull out his wand and wanted to try it.

In the first step, he succeeded easily, conjuring a stone crow with magic symbols on its surface.

But when he waved his wand again, his crow exploded.

Scott used the Iron Armor Curse in time to block the exploding rocks.

"No." Bill shook his head, "I can't do it. Activating the magic text circuit and transformation at the same time will increase the difficulty many times. The existence of the magic text will greatly interfere with my transformation!"

Sirius came back to his senses at this time, and he said in shock: "I have never realized so clearly that Scott is really a genuine genius. Maybe the so-called genius means being able to do something that no one else can do. "

Scott showed no modesty and began to display a mixture of transfiguration and charms again.

This time he first turned a branch into a snake, and then used a shrinking spell to shrink the snake.

"It can only be done to this extent." He said, "If you want to combine the three..."

As he spoke, he cast a shrinking spell on the second fire crow he conjured.

boom!

The fire crow exploded directly.

"You are already amazing!"

Bill tried again, and when he used the shrinking spell on the mouse he had conjured, the mouse also exploded.

"Is this the difference in talent?" He smiled freely, "I never thought that I would be envious of other people's talents."

"It's amazing. I never knew you could do such a thing!"

Sirius couldn't help but reached out and ruffled Scott's hair.

Scott shrugged.

Talent is indeed unreasonable, but wizards with special talents in the magic world are actually not too rare. Compared with the natural Metamorphomagus and the natural Lemenmen, he just has a better talent for transformation than ordinary people. , it’s not a big deal.

After he delivered this speech, he was attacked by everyone rubbing their heads.

In addition to Percy, even Charlie, who was not very familiar with it, also participated.

"This kid doesn't deserve a beating," he said.

"What is this, a bunch of Gryffindors bullying a Ravenclaw?"

Faced with the siege, Scott could only run away, and finally escaped back to the tent with his head on his head.

At this time, the trio who went to fetch water had returned, and with their help, Mr. Weasley finally successfully completed the task of lighting the fire.

He was frying eggs while talking to a man wearing a conspicuous Quidditch robe.

"Let me introduce you to you," Mr. Weasley said to everyone running back, "This is Ludo Bagman. You know who he is. It is thanks to him that we got such a good ticket—— "

Bagman waved his hand with a smile on his face, as if to say it was nothing.

Mr. Weasley then introduced them to Bagman.

Bagman only glanced at Harry Potter several times after hearing his name.

Scott arranged his hair with his fingers while secretly observing the Director of the Ministry of Magic's Physical Education Department.

The former Quidditch star had put on some extravagant figure in brightly colored robes that stretched tightly over her large belly.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur? Oh, and Sirius, come on too!"

Bagman asked eagerly, while making the pockets of his yellow and black robe jingle, which seemed to contain a lot of gold coins.

He rattled off his predictions for the game, encouraging Mr. Weasley and Sirius to make bets.

Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius bet gold galleons on Ireland to win the game.

"Great, does anyone else want to place a bet?"

Bagman started egging the others on again.

Mr. Weasley did not approve of children participating in gambling, but the twins were obviously very interested.

Scott remembered the twins in "The Originals" who were deceived by this guy with fake gold coins, and stopped them with his eyes.

Fortunately, although Fred and George didn't understand why Scott wanted to stop it, they trusted him enough to give up their intention to bet.

Since no one else was interested in gambling, Bagman kept tempting him for a long time, and finally had no choice but to leave.

After he walked away, Fred and George curiously asked Scott why he stopped them.

Scott explained: "The gentleman's financial situation does not look very good. He is even wearing an old Hornets robe, which obviously does not fit. If you win, are you sure he can pay enough for the bet?"

Fred frowned, "I thought he was wearing old robes just to show off his status as a Quidditch star."

"He was a star in the past and is now the director of the Sports Department. He is not an inconspicuous person." George also said, "With such an identity, it would be too embarrassing if he cheated and refused to pay back the money!"

Mr. Weasley laughed, "Oh, maybe you have some misunderstandings about Ludo, Scott, I know him, he is not a bad person. Of course, Fred and George are right not to gamble, thank you for stopping them." "

While Mr. Weasley was speaking, Percy on the side also looked at Scott with disapproval.

"Maybe I misunderstood." Scott said with a smile.

But as he spoke, he winked at the twins.

After breakfast, the three of them gathered in the woods again to talk.

"You know my perception ability." Scott said to them, "I can detect slight fluctuations in magic power. The wizard's mood will also affect the state of magic power in perception. In short, I judge that guy is not reliable. letter."

"So that's it."

"That guy is trying to defraud us of our money!"

Fred and George believed him immediately.

"I think we will find a way to make money." Scott comforted them, "You don't have to worry about the funds to open a store in the future."

Fred and George are also optimistic.

"Yes, opening a joke shop is just a small goal for us now."

"Our ultimate goal is to revolutionize the wizarding world with inventions!"

Scott laughed when he heard this. It seemed that his previous description gave the twins a new goal.

While joking, Rimbaud led Roger and Eddie over.

"Oh, Eddie."

Scott looked up and down at Eddie, who had gained a lot of weight after not seeing him for a long time.

"Did you eat too much in America?"

"Maybe."

Eddie didn't care.

He said to Scott very excitedly: "Oh, I have heard Roger talk about your experience in Vienna. It is a pity that I could not go to Milton's concert. Of course, I also made new friends in the United States. , is a student of Ilvermorny!”

He began to talk endlessly about the information he had heard about the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the United States.

Scott and the others listened with great interest, but Roger had obviously heard it, or more than once, and an expression of disinterest immediately appeared on his face.

By the time Eddie stopped talking, Roger was already staring at Rimbaud.

While Eddie was thirsty for water, Scott reminded him and Roger.

"Do you already know the current situation in the magic world? I want to remind you to be careful."

"I know." Eddie nodded, "Roger told me."

"I heard from my dad, but we only know the general situation," Roger said.

"I think nothing will happen here. There are too many wizards here, and the Ministry of Magic has also arranged many people. Who dares to cause trouble?" Eddie said optimistically.

Scott is less optimistic.

"It would be best if nothing happens." He said solemnly, "But we can't let down our guard."

Although there are many wizards here, most of them live with their families.

If turmoil really breaks out, he can be sure that most people will only add to the chaos.