Camp

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang.

Sansa opened the front door and smiled as she welcomed the red-haired girl inside.

"You're Isabelle, right?"

Sansa had seen what Isabelle looked like in the photographs Albert had given her long ago. Sometimes, she could not help marveling that all three generations had such good taste. The red-haired girl before her possessed a distinctive air and suited Albert very well.

"I think Albert must have mentioned it to you," Isabelle said with a smile. "I'm here to take them to the Quidditch World Cup."

"Albert and Nia are still eating. Would you like to sit down and have something with us?"

"No, thank you. I've already had breakfast."

When Isabelle followed Sansa into the dining room, she saw Albert having breakfast in plain clothes. Nia was dressed just as simply.

Yet, given the Anderson siblings' looks and bearing, they would still easily draw attention in any crowd, no matter how ordinarily they dressed.

Nia set down her fork, took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of her mouth, and asked impatiently, "Are we leaving now?"

"Yes. But we need to move everything we'll need over the next few days into the case." After finishing the last bit of food on his plate, Albert looked up at Nia. "You'll need to stay inside the case too. That way, we can secretly Apparate you into the campsite."

"Inside the case?" Nia shifted her gaze to the suitcase Isabelle was carrying and asked doubtfully, "Won't someone suffocate in there?"

"It's very spacious inside. You'll see once you go in." Albert gestured for Isabelle to open the suitcase, revealing a winding stairway leading down.

"Magic really is incredible. I never imagined something like this was possible." As Nia entered while pulling her little leather case, she discovered in