Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 143: The Fear of Lucius Malfoy

The Quidditch World Cup is a very grand national event. Whenever the game is held, a large number of Quidditch enthusiasts from all over the world will gather.

Therefore, the location of the event is extra particular.

First of all, Quidditch is an outdoor sport, so the Traceless Stretching Curse won't come in handy. Therefore, this place should be big enough, because it needs to accommodate a large number of guests.

Secondly, not only is it necessary to set up a stadium here, it also needs a camping area where the spectators can set up tents for the night.

After all, no one can say how long a game will last—in theory, the game will go on until the Seekers on both sides catch the Golden Snitch.

There are records showing that the longest match lasted three months!

In the end, this place also has a Muggle expulsion spell to ensure that it will not be seen by Muggles passing by accidentally. Such a large site requires a lot of manpower to maintain.

Needless to say, if wizards who have always lacked discipline get together, they can easily get messed up.

Mr. Weasley walked forward with the children, looking for the location of the tent he had booked.

They walked **** the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents.

Most tents look nothing special. Obviously, their owners have taken pains to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible, but some accidentally overworked them and added chimneys superfluously. , Pull bell rope or weather vane, making it nondescript.

However, occasionally there are a few tents, and you can see that they were magical.

Harry thought to himself, no wonder the Muggle who sold the tickets just now was suspicious!

Yes, because the Prime Minister and the Ministry of Magic have a long-term relationship. Whenever such a large-scale event occurs, the Muggle boss will always find some reason to send someone over to stare at it. Even if they definitely don't remember anything when they go back.

"He gave me a lot of trouble. To keep him in a good mood, he has to recite the Forgetting Charm more than a dozen times a day." This was what an exhausted wizard in bloomers said before.

In the center of the camp, there are a few tents that stand out.

It is very extravagantly using a lot of striped silk, it looks like a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied to the entrance. A little further ahead, they saw a tent set up in the shape of a four-story tall building, with several turrets next to it.

Along there, there is a garden in front of the tent, where there is a birdbath, sundial, fountain and so on.

And the biggest thing people can't look away from is a super big tent that occupies an area several times larger than that of the largest tent-look at Harry, it can't be called a tent anymore.

"Whose is that...well..." Harry couldn't help but said, "Should I call it a tent?"

"Oh... yes, I remember that position... it seems to be from some family in France." Mr. Weasley thought for a while, "looks very grand, doesn't it?"

"It's always like this," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "When everyone gets together, you can't help but want to show off... Ah, here, look! This is our place!"

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp. There was a clearing. There was a small sign on the ground with three words: Wezley.

The people at the Ministry of Magic misspelled their names. It seems that it is really busy here.

"This place couldn't be better!" Mr. Weasley said happily. "The field is on the other side of the forest. It's too close." He dropped his backpack from his shoulder.

"Okay," he said excitedly, "strictly speaking, no magic is allowed, since so many of us have come to the Muggle site. We have to set up the tent with our own hands! It shouldn't be too Difficult... Muggles are like this... By the way, Harry, where do you think we should start..."

Compared to those big families, Mr. Weasley can only rely on himself. But it has to be said that the poor also have the fun of the poor, which is beyond the experience of those noble families.

For example, at this moment in a luxurious tent, the Malfoys are sitting leisurely in their chairs and enjoying tea after breakfast.

"Dad, I think... can I go out for shopping?" Draco didn't want to annoy his father, because he has always been weird lately, and his temper is worse than before.

"No!" Lucius glanced at his son and said in a more serious tone, "Just stay in the tent for me. Before the game, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

After finishing speaking, Lucius looked out of the tent subconsciously, although there was nothing worthy of his attention except for the people who kept coming and going.

The Dark Lord is back, he really is back! But since the last time old Avery suddenly came to his home as a guest, his heart has been hanging in the air.

Yes, he lost the diary that Voldemort had given him-although he originally intended to get rid of that stuff, but who knows, someone knew about it and let old Avery be Send the microphone to warn him!

This is terrible!

Some time ago, the dark mark on his arm suddenly jumped--it was obvious that his old master had quietly returned!

And not long after, a man in a cloak suddenly came to his bed. That uneasy feeling immediately awakened him from his sleepy dream...

"Who are you?"

Lucius, who forced himself to calm down, stared at the opponent's hood, but almost frightened him—he couldn't see anything in there, except for darkness, which was darkness, and even more black. Wandering out of it.

That feeling is even scarier than confronting the Dementor.

"Lucius Malfoy... are you still a Death Eater crawling under your master's feet?" the man asked stiffly.

Lucius immediately understood that this is the servant of the Dark Lord!

"Of course! I, Lucius Malfoy, will always be loyal to Lord Dark Lord!"

"Then prove it with action." The man threw an envelope from his long sleeve, and Lucius caught it.

Then, the weird suddenly turned into a cloud of black air, rushed out of the window and flew up, and quickly disappeared into the night sky.

At this moment, Lucius was suddenly upset at the thought of what to do next. He stood up and kept pacing back and forth in the tent, with a tangled look on his face.

But he doesn't know at the moment, it's not that he won't be able to do it if he doesn't want to.

……

While Lucius was still worrying about interest and fear, Harry and the others had already set up the tent. The boys quickly visited the girls’ tent and found that it was only slightly better than the boys’ tent. Smaller, but it doesn't want to smell like a cat in their tent.

Then, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Luna carried a kettle and a saucepan through the increasingly crowded camp, and fetched water at the place marked "faucet" on the map.

At this moment, the sun had just risen, and the mist was gradually dissipating. They saw tents in all directions, and they couldn't see at a glance.

A few people walked slowly between the tents, looking around with interest. Harry then realized that there are so many wizards and wizards in the world, and he has never seriously thought about what wizards in other countries are like before!

On the field, the campers who arrived last night gradually woke up.

The first ones who got up were families with young children. Harry had never seen such a small wizard yet-he saw a two-year-old boy squatting outside a large pyramid tent, holding it in his hand. With a magic wand, he happily stabbed a slug on the grass.

Every time the little boy stabbed, the slug swelled in a circle, and soon it swelled into a big sausage. When they came to him, the boy's mother hurriedly came out of the tent.

"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You can't-touch-your dad's-wand-oops!"

She stepped on the huge slug, and the slug exploded with just one click.

"Oh-my God!" Ron groaned with a furrowed face.

Everyone felt that the scene was a bit nauseating.

But Luna just shook her head and said: "Well...fortunately it's not a Flobber caterpillar...otherwise you will suffer."

They walked a long way, and they heard her screaming in the silent air~IndoMTL.com~There was also a boy crying in it—"You trampled on the bug! You broke the bug Stepped on!"

Walking a little longer, they saw two little wizards, about the same age as Kevin, riding on two toy flying broomsticks, flying low, their feet lightly passing over the dewy grass.

A wizard who works in the ministry has already seen them. As he hurried past Harry and them, he muttered annoyedly: "It's in broad daylight! My parents are probably still sleeping—"

From time to time they can see adult wizards coming out of their tents and starting to make breakfast. Some looked sneakily and lit the fire with a magic wand; some were wiping matches with a suspicious expression on their faces, seeming to think it certainly wouldn't work.

On the other side, three African wizards were sitting there talking seriously. They were all wearing long white robes, and they were roasting something like a hare on a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American wizards sat there chatting and laughing, with a shiny banner hanging high between their tents: Salem Wizarding College.

After that, when passing by some tents, there were a few words of conversation, which were all strange-sounding language—he couldn't understand a word.

But today, here, everyone speaks with such excitement!

At this moment, in the overcast North Sea, more than a dozen shameless wizards on broomsticks were advancing fast against the waves; and not far in front of them, a young man sat on an eagle. On the back of the winged beast, there is an owl flying by its side.

On the sea behind them, the long tail marks caused by the air currents gradually spread...

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