"How come I think this thing looks even cooler than the Marauder's Map? When did you draw this map?" Sirius asked.
"It draws itself. I don't need to do anything." Kayson's casual reply successfully silenced both Lupin and Sirius.
But the two of them soon forgot that strange sense of defeat. After all, being outdone by Kayson in alchemy was nothing unusual, and easy enough to accept.
They gathered around the map, each wielding a thick pencil and scribbling furiously across it, turning the previously clean map into a complete mess.
At last, they put down their pencils, and Kayson took out a small flask to wet his throat.
For wizards who had mastered Apparition, knowing the exact location was not particularly useful, after all, there were no large-scale anti-Apparition wards...
Kayson's thoughts suddenly stopped there. Who said there were no large-scale anti-Apparition wards?
Didn't he have one sitting in his office? It could not cover the entire campsite, but if he stood before those troublemaking Death Eaters with a charged Ender Pearl, he could guarantee that seventy percent of them would be dead within three seconds.
Just as they were studying things inside the little tent, Mr. Weasley's voice came from outside. "Hey, you three, get out here! We're heading to the stadium!"
They hurried outside. Harry and the other young wizards seemed to have been rounded up as well, though they were carrying quite a lot of bags and packages.
"Everyone's here, so let's go." Mr. Weasley waved a thick stack of first-class tickets and took the lead into the small forest.
After walking for a while, they emerged from the woods and found themselves standing before a gigantic stadium.
Mr. Weasley and Sirius handed their tickets to the attendant, while Kayson and the others waited foolishly for