Making Money Together

After watching Quidditch Matches for several days straight, Albert found the Quidditch World Cup less interesting than he had imagined. Especially after the initial excitement of the first few days wore off, the novelty began to fade. Even Nia's curiosity about the wizarding campsite had greatly diminished; she no longer went out wandering at night, and had instead become very interested in the Beauty Potion Isobel, Valeria, and Catherine were working on.

Women always cared greatly about their looks, just as men always liked beautiful women.

"It's about time!" Albert glanced at his open pocket watch, put down the newspaper, and prepared to find Black. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell the House-elf to keep an eye on Nia.

Sirius's tent was in the neighboring campsite, about a ten-minute walk away. That was not really far, considering the Quidditch World Cup stadium could hold a hundred thousand people. That meant there were at least ten thousand tents, so it was perfectly normal for them to be divided into several camping areas.

If not for wizards' magical tents, Albert doubted this patch of land could have held so many wizards without being spotted by Muggle satellites.

Compared with nighttime, the campsite was very quiet during the day. Many wizards were catching up on sleep, though some were packing their tents and preparing to leave. Plenty had come only to watch one match, after all; Quidditch tickets were not cheap.

"Albert, over here, over here!"

As Albert passed through the campsite, he spotted his roommate Lee Jordan waving frantically at him. Beside him stood a Black wizard who looked very much like him. Hearing his son call out, the man stopped talking to the person beside him and turned to follow Lee Jordan's gaze.

"When did you get here? Oh,