Wizard Tents, Your Friends Are Interesting

As they passed through the camp gate, Leon looked at Roberts with a slightly amused gaze. "Guess how many times this Muggle's memories have been altered?"

"It's hard to say right now," Adrian calmly analyzed. "After the Quidditch World Cup ends, he will probably have his memories erased at least a hundred times."

"It's a bit of a waste of time for Muggle to interfere with Warlock," Aaron chuckled. "But he's not losing out either; the ticket revenue alone is enough to cover his expenses for several months."

The four of them made their way through the misty grounds toward the center, where the bizarre tents broadened their horizons.

Some tents were set up like palaces, some like corner towers, and the most extravagant one even had its own garden; if you didn't know better, you'd think the person had moved their entire house there.

"It's always like this," Leon sneered. "No Muggle would build such an extravagant tent. Roberts's memory has probably been erased at least twice as many times."

"We've arrived." Jeans pointed to an unremarkable blue tent in the center of the field and immediately led the three of them inside.

Like other tents, this one was also enchanted with Undetectable Extension Charm, making its interior space comparable to a villa.

Jeans ' room was on the first floor, while Aaron, Leon, and Adrian were assigned to the second floor.

In addition, it has a kitchen, bathroom, study, and living room.

"Not bad." Aaron raised an eyebrow. "If I had a tent like this when I ran away from home, I wouldn't have had such a hard time."

"Young master is too kind." Jeans smiled awkwardly. "If you are interested in this kind of tent, I can arrange for someone to design one."

"That would be great. Send me a copy of the design, and I'll see if there's anything that needs to be changed."

Adrian placed his Backpack on the table. "Uncle Jeans, can we go outside and take a look? I want to know as much as possible about the game."

"Miss Adrian is free to move around, but it is Young Master Aaron and Young Master Leon..."

"You think we need to follow you?!" Leon interrupted impatiently. "We're already here. If we wanted to run away, you alone couldn't stop us."

"Leon." Adrian glared at his younger brother.

"I was just saying it offhand, I had no intention of running away at all," Leon immediately changed his tune, "I promise I won't leave Uncle Jeans ' sight."

"Also, try not to use magic," Jeans said somewhat helplessly. "Don't make things difficult for me, okay?"

"Okay, okay."

We won't even draw our Wand unless absolutely necessary, is that alright?

"Then there's no problem."

Just then, the Sun rose, and the warm sunlight dispelled the thin mist. Countless Warlock arrived from all over the world, and some Warlock who had set up camp in advance also came out of their tents.

While Warlock could barely adhere to the Muggle safety regulations, some mischievous kids were much more unruly. They would grab their parents' Wand and play with them recklessly, and some would even ride children's Flying Broomstick at low altitudes.

Many fans planted flags on their tents or added illustrations to support their favorite teams.

"Truly a grand event in the Magic World, once in four decades," said Leon in admiration. The heirs of the Hidden Clan all had their own missions to complete, and this was the first time they had ever seen so many Warlock.

"This is also the busiest time for the Ministry of Magic," Jeans explained. "You can find Warlock from all regions, races, professions, and age groups in this venue, and even old friends you haven't seen for many years."

"Can you find your school?" Adrian asked Aaron with great interest.

"Ah, this..." Aaron was taken aback. "I'm sure there are my Hogwarts notes here, but it's not easy for so many people to find them."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a giggling laugh.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Harry, Ron, Hermione were seen lining up at the tap with buckets in their hands, and it was Hermione who was laughing.

As for the idiots, it was quite simple. In front of them was an old Warlock wearing women's pajamas, who clearly lacked understanding of Muggle and had no idea how ridiculous he looked.

"Who is that girl?" Adrian asked with amusement. "Is she your friend?"

"She is..." Jeans was about to explain when he saw Aaron's warning look and shut his mouth in an annoyance.

"They seem to be friends. Shouldn't you go say hello?"

"No, sister, you don't understand." Aaron said wearily, "Past experience tells me that when the three of them get together at certain times and in certain situations, it usually means trouble, and not just a small trouble."

Adrian chuckled and walked towards Hermione on his own.

"Let's go!" Leon shrugged. "I'm also curious what kind of person could catch your eye."

Aaron sighed helplessly and silently followed behind the two.

"Hello." Adrian extended his hand to Hermione and said generously, "My name is Adrian, would you mind getting to know me?"

Harry and Ron stared in astonishment at the unfamiliar girl wearing a half-mask. Although they couldn't see her face, her beautiful voice, as clear as a spring, and the confident and elegant aura she exuded made them both blush.

Hermione was stunned for a moment. She didn't remember knowing a woman like that. It was only when she saw Abei squatting obediently beside her that she realized that she might be related to Aaron.

She felt a strange sense of loss, but still forced a smile and shook hands with Adrian. "Hermione Granger, if I may ask, have we met before?"

"No, but..." Adrian waved to Aaron, who was walking over, "You are his friend."

"Aaron, what are you doing here?" Hermione asked, somewhat delighted.

"My parents gave me a two-week break, which coincided with the Quidditch World Cup."

"I didn't want to come, but my sister insisted, so I couldn't stop her."

"Sister?" Hermione belatedly realized, turning around somewhat embarrassed. "You're his sister?"

"I am his second brother, so I am Leon," Leon interjected.

Aaron gave him a wink, wanting to laugh but unable to.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Leon was indeed two months older than him.

"You're something else," Hermione said with a sweet smile, then looked at Aaron, "You didn't even tell us you were coming."

"Hmm... is that really necessary?"

"Ahem!" Ron coughed lightly, his face flushed as he walked up to Adrian. "I am Ron Weasley, about to enter my fourth year at Hogwarts. My pet is an owl. I have several older brothers and a younger sister. I like..."

"Ron, don't you think you've said too much?" Harry interrupted him abruptly, then looked at Adrian somewhat nervously.

"You idiot, I'm Harry Potter."

"I've heard of him." Adrian looked at the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead. "The Chosen One of the Magic World. It's unbelievable that Voldemort would fall to you."

Ron and Hermione couldn't help but shudder, seemingly surprised that their sister Aaron would dare to mention Voldemort's name.

"Well... it was mainly a magical spell that came into play," Harry said, trying to sound calm. "That's what Dumbledore said, that he was the greatest wizard of the 2nd century..."

Seeing Harry and Ron's eagerness to show off, Hermione's eyes twitched involuntarily; she felt incredibly awkward standing next to them.

"Mr. Weasley is waiting for us to bring him water!" Hermione reminded him, then smiled awkwardly but politely, "I'll have to excuse myself for a moment; we have some things to do."

Could you tell me where your camp is? If you have time, I'd like to come find you.

"In the center of the field, there's an ordinary blue tent," Jeans said with a smile. "The sign says my name is Genes, so it's easy to find."

Hermione nodded and told them the location of the tent, then led Harry and Ron quickly forward.

"Hahaha." Leon couldn't help but laugh. "Your friends are so interesting."

Aaron shrugged. "It's because my older sister is so charming."

"Harry Potter," Adrian murmured, "The famous the Chosen One, who doesn't seem like anything special."

"No, sister, you're wrong about that." Aaron said seriously, "I've never seen anyone who can cause more trouble than him, and every time it's something life-threatening."

Frankly, it's an absolute miracle that he's still alive.

"That's not important, and I don't care about that." Leon said, putting his arm around Aaron's neck. "What's the situation with that girl?"

"Ordinary friends".

"Really?" Leon exerted a little force on his arm. "I've also studied micro-expressions a bit."

Just now, her emotions were like a rollercoaster, going up and down.

"Just friends? Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Go away!" Aaron removed the arm from his neck. "Go away, my friend!"

Well, Hermione is Muggle-born Warlock, but she's one of the most outstanding wizards at Hogwarts, and I really admire her.

"Just for appreciation?"

"Otherwise what? What do you want me to say to satisfy you?"

"I..."

Leon Ang's voice abruptly stopped. The reason he wanted a definite answer was because he was worried that his sister would have another inexplicable competitor.

But then again, his attitude was to let things take their course, and whatever Aaron did didn't conflict with him.

Moreover, he couldn't tell whether Aaron was telling the truth or not.

"That's enough." Adrian forcefully interrupted his two younger brothers' conversation. "Actually, I also think that girl is quite good. At least she's much more composed than Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. Her future achievements will definitely be high."

"However, she is still a little inferior to Clea," said Leon confidently.

"Of course, my sister is the best."

On their way back, they encountered many Aaron from Hogwarts, Seamus from Gryffindor, Dean, Xilin from Slytherin, Cho Chang from Ravenclaw, and Cedric from Hufflepuff.

What surprised Aaron the most was Oliver Wood, who signed with Puddlemere United right after graduation and became a substitute player. That was the oldest Quidditch team in the league.