After Conna arrived, she naturally joined the group.
The group pushed their cart through the crowded tents, each wearing some items to attract attention.
Business was pretty good.
During this time, Kael also took the opportunity to ask Kreacher about Regulus, but he could not explain clearly, only choking up that Master Regulus was becoming more and more like his old self.
"I guess this means he's almost better," Kael thought to himself.
...
The crowd on the field was growing.
"All that work over the summer finally paid off," Fred said, looking contentedly at the half-empty fireworks box and wiping the sweat from his forehead.
By noon, the hungry group had pushed their cart to the end of the field.
George peeked around, muttering quietly, "Where is it... didn't Lee Jordan say it was nearby?"
He was looking for the Weasley family's campsite.
They had rushed earlier and forgot to ask the location of the tent, but fortunately, they met a classmate from Hogwarts, who was also the Quidditch commentator, Lee Jordan.
He told Fred that he had seen Harry and their sister by the woods at the edge of the field.
Then they found their way there.
It was almost noon, and they planned to eat lunch before continuing.
"Oh, there it is..." Cedric pointed to a tent on the empty ground not far away, where Harry and Ron were walking out carrying a kettle.
On the other side of the tent was Mr. Weasley, fiddling with a pile of firewood.
"Oh... why did it go out again? I remember Hermione did it this way before."
He lay on the ground, continuously blowing on the extinguished firewood, covered in soot.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Fred walked over, puzzled, "Did you forget your wand at home?"
"Don't forget the Muggle Safety Regulations," Mr. Weasley stood up, rubbing his neck, which was sore from being crooked for so long.
"I think we'll have to wait a while for lunch," George muttered behind him, "Dad just loves those regulations."
"Where have you been?" Mr. Weasley didn't hear him, he stood up and asked, "What took you so long? I thought you got lost."
"Just getting a feel for the World Cup atmosphere ahead of time," Fred said, "the wizards here are so enthusiastic."
"It's the World Cup, everyone has been looking forward to it..." Mr. Weasley said.
He then suddenly noticed the unfamiliar face behind Fred.
"I suppose you must be Conna." He asked.
"Conna Prince!" Conna quickly replied, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Weasley."
"Likewise, child," Mr. Weasley said, "Come on in, I borrowed a tent big enough for everyone, you can choose your own room.
But lunch might take a while, I need to figure out how to get this... oh, who are you!"
Mr. Weasley turned around to find an unfamiliar house-elf standing behind him.
The firewood he was struggling with was now blazing.
"Sorry, Mr. Weasley," Conna said, "This is Kreacher, whom I brought with me, he doesn't know the Muggle safety regulations!"
"It's fine," Mr. Weasley looked a bit disappointed, but he said, "Our tent is in the very back, even if we use some magic occasionally, Mr. Roberts won't notice..."
It's such a pity, he felt he was about to learn how to use matches.
But now that the fire was taken care of, he couldn't very well extinguish it and start over.
Mr. Weasley placed a pot on the fire, carefully adjusting its position.
He initially wanted to make a stew to settle for, but Kreacher already took the initiative to pick up a spoon, looking up at him.
Feeling uncomfortable being watched, Mr. Weasley had an inexplicable feeling that he was taking someone else's job, and he instinctively gave up his current position.
Kreacher naturally walked over and began tinkering with the stew pot.
"Alright then..."
Mr. Weasley stepped aside. He noticed Conna hesitating to speak and said, "Having a house-elf help occasionally is nice... at least no one has to watch the game on an empty stomach."
Evidently, he had a clear understanding of his cooking skills.
At this moment, the others who went to fetch water returned.
Percy saw Fred and George and started scolding them for running around.
"You're troubling dad," he said pompously, "And you're affecting the others in the department. Keep quiet, and if I find you up to something again, I'll..."
"Deduct our points?" Fred said, feigning fear, "But we're not at Hogwarts now."
"And you're not the Head Boy anymore," George added.
"Not even a Prefect..."
The two burst into laughter.
Bill noticed the cart parked nearby.
He picked up a firework and tossed it out.
"Bang!"
The firework exploded, creating a giant clover in the sky.
"So it was you..." he laughed, "My friend Baku told me he got some interesting little things at a good price, but by the time I went looking, you were gone."
Hearing this, Fred immediately became interested, "Do you need any? Two Sickles each, ten for a Galleon."
"Consider the last one a freebie," George said.
"Quite a bargain," Bill said, smiling, and pulled out a Galleon, "Thanks, I'll take the Ireland Team ones."
Charlie next to him also bought Bulgarian fireworks.
Hearing the commotion outside, everyone in the tent came out, curious, and gathered around the cart.
"How much is this?" Ron picked up a hat and asked.
"One Galleon," Fred said.
"So expensive." Ron patted his pocket, "How much for me..."
"One Galleon."
Ron frowned, "But I'm your brother!"
"Oh." Fred and George exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Two Galleons!"
Ron, irritated, threw the hat back on the cart, and everyone else couldn't help but laugh.
Harry clasped his mouth tightly, trying not to laugh, since Ron was his friend, he couldn't seem too gleeful at his misfortune.
Still, everyone else bought a few things.
Hermione and Ginny liked the hairpins, Mr. Weasley changed into a Bulgarian hat, and Harry bought the most—taking some of everything except for the hairpins, then gave half to Ron.