Hard to Leave One's Homeland, Arriving at the Camp / Heading to the Camp, the Secret Is Exposed

Feeling the force supporting her suddenly disappear, Hermione was so startled that she clung to Harry, her legs clamping tightly around Harry waist.

"Hermione, be careful," Harry said with a mischievous grin, leaning close to Hermione's ear.

"You... you're so mean, you did that on purpose!" Hermione blushed upon hearing this and playfully punched Harry on the back.

But caught in this dilemma, she had no idea where to retreat, especially after sensing something unusual about Harry...

"Hermione, are you not angry anymore?" Harry asked tentatively in a soft voice.

"Hmm." The girl hummed softly. She wasn't actually angry from the beginning. The reason she kept scolding Harry was just to teach Harry a lesson and make him pay more attention to her.

And, if there is a next time...

"Next time, I'll definitely take you with me." As if reading the girl's thoughts, Harry whispered a promise in her ear, "Wherever we go, we'll be together!"

The Mr. and Mrs. Granger will be leaving soon, Dobby will be going with them. From now on, it will just be the two of them in the house.

So Harry will never leave Hermione alone again; he will take her with him wherever he goes in the future!

If you are too weak to protect Hermione, then do your best to become stronger!

"Harry, take me back..."

With the night breeze blowing, Hermione quickly kissed Harry's lips, and her bright eyes began to sparkle with anticipation.

"Good."

Harry nodded gently, hugged Hermione tightly, and flew back to the room with her.

Their night is just beginning...

Chapter 552 Reluctance to Leave Homeland, Arrival at the Camp

"They've hidden information about Bertha Jorkins... but that's understandable, if I were Fudge, I'd choose to bury my head in the sand too."

On the day of the Quidditch World Cup final, Sirius, who was delivering tickets, arrived at the Granger family before five in the morning. He also informed Harry of the Ministry of Magic's news about Moody and the proposed course of action against Bertha Jorkins.

Just as Harry had predicted, the Ministry of Magic completely suppressed news of Voldemort's escape.

Harry understood Fudge's predicament.

During this Quidditch World Cup final, approximately 100,000 wizards from around the world will flood into Britain at the same time. If news of Voldemort's return were to break at such a moment, the entire Britain would be in an uproar.

Just imagine, once the news of Voldemort's return is confirmed, wizards across the Britain Isles, including Ireland, will be thrown into panic immediately; and other wizards who haven't experienced Voldemort's reign of terror will certainly gloat and laugh at Britain.

"The problem now is that Bertha Jorkins' memories have been completely erased, and even St Mungo's would have a hard time restoring them, so we don't know what Voldemort learned from her," Sirius said, frowning. "After Moody returned, he questioned Jorkins' superior Ludo Bagman, and learned about the Triwizard Tournament from him."

"The Triwizard Tournament is being held again this year?" Harry was taken aback when he heard this.

The Triwizard Tournament, established over 700 years ago by the three largest magic schools in Europe, is an inter-school competition that can be seen as a microcosm of the competition among the major magic schools in terms of overall strength.

This competition was originally scheduled to be held every five years, with Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang taking turns as the organizers. However, due to the high number of deaths in previous competitions, this ancient event has been discontinued for centuries.

The fact that Hogwarts will be the organizer to revive the program this year is truly a big deal.

And if Voldemort knew about this major event, what would he do...? Uh, wait a minute?

The Triwizard Tournament, the Chunin Exams...

Voldemort, Orochimaru?

You know what, they do look quite similar~

"In short, it would be best if Voldemort had no designs on that competition, but even if he has some schemes, we can prepare in advance." Feeling his thoughts had wandered a bit, Harry shook his head slightly, clearing these things that he would have to worry about later from his mind.

He glanced at the darkness outside the window, his expression turning somewhat disgusted.

"How exactly did the Ministry of Magic organize the match? Why did they insist on having the wizards enter the stadium in the early hours of the morning when the game was supposed to be at night?"

"Perhaps it's to avoid ordinary people, or maybe it's to give wizards from all over the world a chance to interact." Sirius shrugged indifferently. "We're actually lucky; at least we don't have to fight for Portkey like everyone else."

"That's true." Harry couldn't agree more with Sirius's words.

It is said that to meet the wizards' access needs, the Britain Ministry of Magic has specially placed over two hundred Portkey throughout the Britain Isles. However, to avoid arousing the desire of ordinary people to touch them, the designs of those Portkey are...

Imagine this: a large group of people huddled together, clutching a worn-out boot that might still smell of something... If an ordinary person saw this, they would definitely think they were all crazy.

"Is everything packed? Let's get going."

It was just past five o'clock, and it was still dark, but the Granger family had already gathered at the door.

Sirius thought it over and decided that he, as an outsider, should be the one to suggest leaving.

"Yes, it's time to go..."

Mr. Granger glanced back at his house, where they had lived since Hermione was born, but now they had to leave.

"Let's go see the Quidditch Match you've been so interested in lately, and then we can take a trip to China, which Harry's always been interested in." The understanding Mrs. Granger gently comforted her husband. "Wouldn't it be nice to treat this trip as a gift from our two children? Besides, Dobby is with us."

"That's right! Dobby will definitely take good care of Master and Madam from Dobby on!" the House-elf confidently patted his chest and promised.

"I know, I'm just a little sentimental..." Mr. Granger shook his head, forcing a smile back onto his face.

He knew Harry meant well, of course; he was just a little homesick.

"Anyway, let's get going. Kreacher, take us to the Quidditch World Cup campsite."

This was the Mr. and Mrs. Granger' first time Apparition, and considering that Apparition might be very uncomfortable for wizards, Sirius thoughtfully brought his old elf along, and even scouted out the campsite beforehand.

"Yes, young master!"

With a snap of his fingers, the Granger family vanished simultaneously from in front of the house...

"5:03, from London... Oh, you've Apparated."

After a dizzying, disorienting shift, the group found themselves near a vast, desolate swamp.

Having experienced Apparition for the first time, the Mr. and Mrs. Granger curiously looked around at their surroundings. Harry and Hermione stayed by their parents' side, while Sirius went up to talk to the Ministry of Magic staff member who had just spoken to him about camping information.

They were two somber-faced wizards. One of them carried a gold watch, while the other carried a thick parchment and a quill pen. Both of them looked exhausted.

It's clear they're trying hard to blend in, but an outfit like a plaid suit with knee-high boots like this will definitely turn heads on the street...

"Sirius Black, you've booked the central camp. It's about a quarter of a mile from here, right next to the first campsite. The groundskeeper there is Mr. Roberts." One of the wizards quickly found the campsite that Sirius had booked in advance.

"Moony and my great-niece should have arrived by now, as should the Lovegood. I took the liberty of booking their tickets together." Sirius smiled and winked at Harry. "Central Camp is probably the best campsite besides the VIP seating for Ministry of Magic officials. Apparently, the athletes and many famous wizards from around the world will be staying there. Of course, there will definitely be plenty of those annoying Pure-blood flies, but let's just ignore them."

"Godfather, you've really gone to great lengths this time," Harry said gratefully to Sirius.

He knew that Sirius had spent a lot of money to book the entire central camp purely for his own benefit.

In this way, none of Harry's people will be left alone, and the wizards from China that he's going to meet will definitely be living there too.

Just as everyone was preparing to head to the campsite, another group of people arrived at the scene.

"5:07, from Stoatshead Hill."

Harry turned around curiously and found that everyone who came was someone he knew.

The Weasley family includes Cedric Diggory and a middle-aged man who is presumably Cedric Diggory's father.

"Harry?!" *N

Clearly, they had spotted him too.

Chapter 553 Heading to the Camp, Secrets Exposed

Without a doubt, Harry quickly became the center of attention.

Basically, everyone Harry knew, except for the eccentric Percy, came over to chat with him, especially the Weasley Brothers, who enthusiastically told Harry about the shop's sales figures for the past month.

Judging from their jubilant expressions, Harry knew that the Weasley Twins must have amassed quite a sum of money through gambling.

Cedric Diggory was equally happy to see Harry, though a hint of helplessness lingered on his handsome face.

Clearly, he still remembered the incident that happened that afternoon at the year-end banquet, when Harry locked him and Cho Chang in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop...

I don't know how he finally got out.

"This is my father, Amos Diggory. He works in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." Cedric Diggory introduced Harry, and the middle-aged wizard was indeed his father.

"Ha, the famous Harry Potter, though he should be called Harry Granger now," Cedric Diggory's father greeted him with a smile. "Cedric often mentions you to me, saying that you two solved the Basilisk incident at the school together. You hear about him all the time at the Ministry of Magic."

"They're probably all bad reputations," Harry said with a smile, shaking hands with the other person. "But Cedric Diggory, he's the best Quidditch Seeker in the whole school."

"Haha! Of course, my son is an excellent aviator!"

Upon hearing Harry's obvious compliment, Mr. Diggory burst into laughter, while Cedric Diggory looked somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing this, Harry patted Cedric Diggory on the shoulder and winked at him with a smile.

Clearly, Mr. Diggory was very proud of his son, Harry, as Cedric Diggory's friend, naturally didn't mind indulging his vanity a little.

Moreover, Harry had always felt that it was perfectly reasonable to show off someone as outstanding as Cedric Diggory more often.

The Diggory family was in the Second Battalion area, so after exchanging a few pleasantries, Cedric Diggory left with his father; while the Weasley family, being in the First Battalion area, naturally chose to travel with Harry and the others.

A large group of people marched through the desolate swamp area. Thick fog obscured their vision, but it did not dampen their enthusiasm for conversation along the way.

Mr. Weasley was unusually excited after discovering that Harry's foster parents had also come to watch the game. He was always very interested in the affairs of ordinary people, and naturally he wouldn't miss the opportunity to chat with the Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

However, the questions he asked often made the Mr. and Mrs. Granger feel quite embarrassed.

For example, questions like, "Can Muggle planes really fly without magic? What if they crash?" and "When Muggle phone call is connected, is there a risk of electric shock?"

The Mr. and Mrs. Granger finally understood why Harry had previously tried to prevent them from having too much contact with the Wizarding World.

Because ordinary people and wizards genuinely lack common ground, the difficulty of their awkward conversations can only be described as mutually destructive.

However, although the adults were a little embarrassed, the children chatted quite happily.

The eldest and second sons of the Weasley family, Bill and Charles Weasley, were meeting Harry and Hermione for the first time, and they naturally had a very pleasant conversation with them.

Of the two, Bill is tall and handsome. He has a long ponytail and an earring. His overall look can be described as 'cool', just like those rock-and-roll music youths.

He currently works as Curse-Breaker at Gringotts in Egypt, where his daily work involves dealing with curses and symbols on various ancient objects. Hermione enjoys chatting with him, especially about Study of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy; the two have been exchanging ancient texts for quite some time now.

Harry, however, was more interested in Charles Weasley, Weasley with various burn scars on his arms who was currently a dragon trainer at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary. Harry was very curious about his daily work.

But what Harry didn't know was that Charles was just as interested in him... and was even harboring doubts in his heart.

"Hey Ron, has Harry ever had any contact with Dragon?" he whispered to his youngest brother. "Like, dealing with things like dragon blood or Dragon Heartstring?"

"You shouldn't ask me this. I guess Fred and George would know, or you could ask Percy."

Ron shrugged expressionlessly. The fact that three Weasley family children worked for Harry and knew him better than Harry did had always made Ron feel uneasy.

"Is that so..." Charles looked at Harry's retreating figure with curiosity, clearly deep in thought.

Just now, after confirming it repeatedly, he finally confirmed his guess.

There was a peculiar feeling, or rather, an aura, emanating from Harry. Charles didn't know how to describe this experiential thing, but there was no doubt... it was an anomaly that would only appear after living with Dragon for a long time.

Such an anomaly is generally undetectable to most wizards, but Charles, being an experienced dragon tamer, sensed it all too clearly!

'Harry...'

At the same time, after overhearing her two older brothers' conversation, Ginny was also in a state of utter confusion.

Ron didn't know Harry's connection to the Dragon, but she did!

Harry had been illegally raising dragons, and the Inferi Dragon he was raising had just joined him in burning down the entire playground of Inferi at the end of the school year!

'Brother Charles, have you discovered something...? Or perhaps he can help Harry?'

After walking through the thick fog for about twenty minutes, a door and a small stone house finally appeared before them.

Behind the stone house were hundreds of oddly shaped tents. To the Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were professionals in the field, these tents looked like they had been set up by wizards.

Tents shaped like castles, with peacocks chained to the entrance, and even some with chimneys... these are not tents that a respectable person would set up.

A man stood at the entrance of the stone house, gazing at the tents with the same expression as the Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

Without a doubt, he must be Mr. Roberts, the administrator of Central Camp and Camp One, an ordinary person.

Upon hearing Harry and his group's footsteps approaching, Mr. Roberts immediately turned around and rushed over.