The weather was getting hotter and hotter, much like the approaching Quidditch World Cup. All the wizards were eagerly discussing the grand event.
"Who would have thought that the England team would actually make it to the final?" Tonks laughed heartily.
"This season, Lewis and Shirella emerged like two dark horses out of nowhere. Even Ireland, the team with the highest hopes of winning the championship, was knocked down by Little Brother Lewis and the others."
Gianna Proudmoore's face was filled with pride.
"That really is remarkable. All seven members of the Irish team are excellent players. As for Bulgaria, their victory over Peru and their entry into the final were entirely thanks to Viktor Krum alone."
Tonks stuffed a large piece of Bakewell tart into her mouth and muttered disdainfully.
"You should leave now, Tonks."
Gianna glanced at the clock and urged her.
Tonks looked at the pitch-black world outside.
"Alright, my dear Deputy Director, future Minister. Wish us luck."
With that, she put on her red-and-white uniform, picked up her beak mask, and walked out.
If someone from Lewis's previous life had been standing here, they would definitely have mistaken her for a member of the Assassin Brotherhood.
Gianna shook her head with a smile and drained the cup of tea in front of her.
Onyxia was sitting at the table, bored out of her mind as she checked a stack of large parchment sheets that were actually tickets to the match.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Luna entered the dining room. All three girls looked rather pale.
"Now we're only missing Lewis and Shirella."
Onyxia directed three buttered pudding rolls to fly over in front of them.
"Good morning!"
Lewis appeared neatly dressed at the dining table, smiling as he greeted everyone.
"Why didn't you sleep a little longer? We only need to get there before noon."
Gianna asked with concern.
"I also need to meet up with the team a little earlier."
As he spoke, Lewis nodded toward the three girls.
Immediately afterward, Shirella also appeared at the dining table.
Before this, as usual, she had gone into the forest for her morning training.
That habit had never changed.
After everyone had eaten their fill, they gathered in the living room with their bulging backpacks.
Gianna distributed parchment slips bearing the address to everyone, then teleported there ahead of them with Aiwu.
After her, everyone else departed one after another.
In the blink of an eye, they appeared in a dense forest.
A stone-paved path emerged before them.
"I'll check where our campsite is."
Gianna took out a piece of parchment containing a map of the campground.
"Go forward for a quarter of a mile and you'll see the campsite. We're in Camp Three."
Everyone followed the stone path.
After walking for about ten minutes, they reached the top of a gentle slope.
Looking down from the slope, hundreds upon hundreds of strange-looking tents came into view.
At this moment, a rough-looking man with a messy beard suddenly appeared in their line of sight. He looked like a vagrant.
He held a hunting rifle in his hands, a bewildered expression in his eyes as he carefully surveyed the surrounding area.
The sound of Lewis and the others approaching caught his attention.
He turned his head and politely asked, "Hello, sir and ladies. Do you need to rent a tent?"
Lewis shook his head.
"We already have tents."
The man froze for a moment.
He picked up a notebook and flipped through it for quite some time before awkwardly scratching his head and saying in distress, "I've been forgetting things a lot lately. I must have forgotten about this. I'm terribly sorry."
He put away the notebook and politely introduced himself.
"My name is Roberts. I'm the administrator of this campground. I live by the lake. If you need anything, feel free to come find me. Even if I'm not there, my wife and daughter will be happy to help you."
Lewis nodded without saying anything.
He had already realized that this man was completely…
Just as he expected, as soon as Roberts finished speaking, two Ministry of Magic employees rushed out of the campground and immediately cast [Memory Charm] on him without saying a word.
Roberts instantly became dazed, and one of the employees hurriedly dragged him away.
The other employee came before Gianna and explained with an exhausted expression, "I'm sorry, Deputy Director Proudmoore. This was a mistake on our part. We cast [Memory Charm] on him more than a dozen times every day, but he always ends up coming back here and interacting with other wizards! He's caused us quite a bit of trouble!"
Gianna did not make things difficult for him.
She simply nodded before entering the campground with Lewis and the others.
Before leaving, Lewis asked about Mr. Roberts.
Being subjected to more than a dozen [Memory Charms] every day was a terrifying frequency.
It would severely damage his brain's memory function and turn him into a muddle-headed person.
At the edge of the forest, an open clearing came into view.
An inconspicuous little sign stood on the ground.
Written on it was:
"Weasley."
"Oh, it's Deputy Director Proudmoore!"
Percy Weasley's voice sounded both nervous and respectful.
"Welcome! Would you like a cup of tea?"
"That would be wonderful."
Gianna smiled as she answered, while discreetly sizing Percy up.
Percy tilted his body and adopted a humble posture, like a hunchback bowing deeply.
"Please, go ahead."
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley."
Gianna replied.
Just then, Mr. Arthur Weasley brushed the dust from his hands, a smile spreading across his face.
"Gianna."
"Arthur, are you putting up the tents?"
Gianna asked, pretending to be very interested.
Arthur immediately proudly showed Gianna his handiwork.
At this moment, Harry and Ron emerged from behind him.
The instant Ron saw Hermione, his eyes lit up.
He pulled Harry toward Hermione.
Harry, meanwhile, cast a passionate gaze toward Zhang Qiu, unwilling to lose out.
"Lewis, Hermione, Luna, Shirella, and… Qiu."
Harry was delighted to see his Hogwarts classmates, especially his goddess.
Lewis also smiled and nodded.
"Looks like you and your godfather had a pleasant holiday."
"Hello, children. Lewis, Hermione, Shirella, Luna, and… Qiu, right? Why didn't you come this year?"
Arthur greeted them warmly.
However, Ron looked somewhat uncomfortable and turned his head away.
Hermione's eyes flickered.
"Thank you, Mr. Weasley. The Knowledge Society had activities during the summer, so we couldn't accept the invitation."
Lewis was somewhat surprised.
He had not received an invitation from Ron.
But when he saw Ron's evasive gaze, Lewis immediately understood.
He shrugged without exposing or responding to it.
He merely understood the helpless frustration of a defeated loser.
"We could let Ron and the others go around and have some fun. How about it?"
Seeing that the situation was somewhat delicate, Gianna suggested it.
This lively gathering was undoubtedly filled with business opportunities.
Every few steps, a vendor seemed to appear out of nowhere, carrying loaded trays and carts filled with all kinds of strange and fascinating items.
There were red-and-white hats decorated with roses dancing in the breeze.
There were Bulgarian sashes bearing lions that let out realistic roars.
There were flags of the two countries that played their respective national anthems when waved.
There were also miniature Firebolts that could actually fly.
And there were miniature statues of famous players that could walk back and forth across the palm of your hand, looking extremely proud.
Every time Lewis passed a stall, he bought some small gifts for the girls.
Of course, he did not forget Aiwu either.
A single cookie shaped like the England team emblem was enough to make the little dragon beam with happiness.
Although Harry was also quite wealthy, he knew that his money needed to be saved for his life after graduation, so he could not shop as extravagantly as Lewis.
Otherwise, Professor Dumbledore would be very unhappy.
The only purchase outside his original plans was a miniature Firebolt that he wanted to give to Zhang Qiu.
But the goddess rejected it on the spot.
Then he watched as his goddess happily accepted a red-and-white licorice candy from Lewis, treating it as though it were some priceless treasure.
His goddess was practically another man's devoted admirer…
At that moment, he completely understood how Ron felt.
As for Ron, he did not have a single Knut to spare and could only stare longingly at everyone else.
Everyone except him bought several souvenirs.
During the previous match, the Irish Leprechauns had scattered a huge amount of gold.
He had thought those coins were real and had spent them lavishly, only to end up owing a huge debt.
To pay off his debt, Mr. Weasley had lived frugally for an entire month.
Mrs. Molly Weasley had been furious, and the consequences had been severe.
This summer, Ron had no money to spend at all.
In the end, Harry gave him a Pocket Sneakoscope to ease the embarrassment of having empty hands.
"Look, Hermione, it's Krum! I really like him."
Ron excitedly displayed a small figurine in his hand.
It was a miniature version of Viktor Krum, Bulgaria's Seeker.
The tiny Krum walked back and forth across Ron's palm, his brows tightly furrowed as he stared at the world with a resolute gaze.
"Thank you."
A deep voice suddenly sounded.
"Oh, it's Krum!"
Ron became so excited that he could barely breathe.
He discovered that Krum's deep gaze was fixed on Hermione, who was still looking at the small merchandise.
Ron immediately introduced him to Hermione.
"Hermione, this is Krum, the world's number-one Seeker. He's the best."
Hearing this, Hermione raised her head.
She looked somewhat angry.
Then she nodded and said, "Ron, being the world's number-one Seeker doesn't necessarily mean he can beat the world's number-one Chaser."
Hearing this, Krum also turned his attention toward her.
He had received countless praises in his life.
But he had never encountered someone who directly praised another player right in front of him.
Hermione looked back at him coldly.
Lewis stepped forward and smiled as he extended his hand.
"Hello. I'm Lewis Green, a Chaser for the England team. This is my partner, Shirella Raylen, also a Chaser."
"Hello. I'm Viktor Krum, Seeker for the Bulgarian team."
Krum also extended his hand.
The two players shook hands outside the stadium.
Krum once again turned his gaze toward Hermione.
"This girl is…"
He turned toward Lewis and asked.
"Hermione. Hermione Granger. The most outstanding witch at Hogwarts."
Lewis's answer made Hermione's ears turn red.
"Hermi… A pleasure to meet you."
Because of his accent, Krum clearly could not yet pronounce Hermione's name correctly.
He looked at Hermione once more, nodded at Lewis, and then turned around and left.
By now, Lewis and the others had considerably lighter wallets, but their hands were filled with many more things.
They bid farewell to Harry and Ron and prepared to find their own campsite.
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