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Sirius did not explain, so Elwyn did not say anything.
He had the same opinion as Sirius. The camping environment was secondary. The most important thing was to be together.
He was still thinking about the reasoning he had just come up with. He could not wait to finish deciphering the Book of Abraham as soon as possible.
Everyone was in high spirits. Everyone laughed as they walked through the deserted swamp. They could barely see anything in the thick fog.
After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of them, and then a small stone house.
Behind the stone house, there were thousands of strange-shaped tents.
They followed the gentle slope of the large field. The field extended to a dark forest on the horizon.
A man stood at the door, looking at the tents.
From his expression, he might be the only real Muggle in this large area.
He was the caretaker of this field, Mr. Roberts.
When he heard their footsteps, he turned around and looked at them.
Mr. Weasley walked over to talk to him about renting tents. Harry also hurried over.
Because Mr. Weasley could not tell the Muggle's money apart, he struggled to find it in a large roll of bills.
He even called the pound sterling a colorful piece of paper, which made the Muggle on the other side suspicious.
"That's strange. You are not the only one who can't tell the amount of money," he said in a low voice. He carefully looked at Mr. Weasley and Harry, who was standing behind him. "Just ten minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me a lot of big gold coins."
Mr. Weasley did not say anything. He looked at him anxiously.
"There have never been so many people!" He said in confusion. His eyes once again looked at the misty camp. "There have never been so many people here. Hundreds of people have booked tents, and people keep coming."
From his tone, it was like the beginning of a horror movie.
Perhaps to him, this was indeed very scary.
For no reason, strange people kept coming to the place he was familiar with, and his memories were constantly being reset.
"It's strange, isn't it?" he went on. "Look, since a few days ago there have been people coming from all over the place. Not only were there foreigners, but there were also many strange people. I just saw a guy walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape. That's obviously not normal. "
Mr. Weasley looked more and more uneasy. He was already touching his wand.
"I have a feeling that they all know each other. It's like a party!" he said in a low voice. "Here!"
At this moment, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly descended from the sky and landed beside the door of the stone house. 【Love ↑ Go △ Small ↓ Say △ Net
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"All Forgetfulness!" he snapped, pointing his wand at the Muggle.
Instantly, his gaze relaxed, and his brows relaxed.
There was a dazed, indifferent look on his face, which was what happened when his memory was being altered.
"Here's a plan of the camp," he said to Mr. Weasley calmly. "And your change."
"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.
They entered the camp, accompanied by the wizard in the bloomers.
He looked very tired, his unshaven chin was livid, and there were purple shadows under his eyes.
"Terrible, Arthur!" he muttered. "That Muggle has given me a lot of trouble. To keep him happy, I have to say the Forgetfulness Charm dozens of times a day. Besides that, there's a lot of wizards and trouble waiting for me. "
"Are you the only one busy?!" Mr. Weasley said in surprise. "Where are the others?!"
"Don't mention it. Ludo Bargmann is only a hindrance. This is supposed to be the job of his department, but all he does is walk around and talk about the Wandering Ball and the Ghost Fly in a loud voice. He doesn't care about the Muggle at all for safety. " He sighed heavily. "God, I can't wait for all of this to end. It's torture. See you later, Arthur! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared from where he was standing like a phantom!
"I thought Mr. Bargmann was the director of the Department of Magic and Sports." Ginny said in surprise. "He should know better than to talk about the Wandering Ball around the Muggle, right?"
"Yes, dear!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "Ludo has always been a bit careless about safety, but you can't find a more passionate person to lead the Department of Sports. You know, he played Quidditch for England, and he was the best batter the Wimbledon Hornets ever had. "
In the magic world, Ludo Bargmann was a very famous and popular man.
However, upon hearing Mr. Weasley's words, Sirius sneered.
"Be careful of this man, Elwyn!" He leaned over and whispered, "Bargmann's past isn't as glorious as the rumors say. He was accused of providing confidential information to the Death Eaters. However, it's undeniable that he's a complete idiot. I doubt if he knew what he was doing at the time, but it's never wrong to be careful. "
Elwyn nodded. Sirius's guess was right. Ludo Bargmann was a real idiot.
Listening to Mr. Weasley and Bargmann's introductions, everyone walked laboriously on the misty campsite.
They passed between two long rows of tents. At first glance, most of the tents did not look special.
It was obvious that their owners had put in a lot of effort to make them look like the Muggle's tents.
However, some of them had gone overboard by adding chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes, making them nondescript.
Occasionally, there would be a few tents that were obviously enchanted.
For example, in the middle of the campsite, there was a tent that stood out.
It was extravagantly decorated with a lot of striped silk, almost like a small palace. There were even a few live peacocks tied to the entrance.
Moving forward, they saw another tent that was built in the shape of a four-story building, with a few turrets next to it.
Further on, there was another tent that had a garden in front of it, complete with birdbaths, sundials, fountains, and so on.
"It's always like this. Some people can't help but want to show off." Sirius said, "When you enter the innermost area, near the campsite belonging to the pure-blooded sorcerer families, you'll find out what true luxury is."
From his expression, it was obvious that he was disgusted by it, as if he had recalled some unpleasant experience.
Looking at Harry and Ron, it seemed like they wanted to go and take a look.
They were very curious about the tents that Sirius was talking about.
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