Fireworks Pointing the Way

Kyle was already quite adept at using Portkey for travel, and he stood steadily on the ground afterward.

Harry and Ron collided when they landed, nearly burying their heads in the bushes beside them.

"5:07, from Stoatshead Hill," a voice said.

Standing before them were two exhausted wizards with gloomy faces; they must have been the ones in charge of registration.

"Good morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the worn-out boot and handing it to the man, who tossed it into a large box beside him filled with used Portkey. Besides the boot, there were old newspapers, empty cans, and broken light bulbs...

"Hello, Arthur," Basil said wearily, with dark circles under his eyes. "I'm off duty, lucky me... but you'd better make way, a big group of people are coming from the Black Forest at 5:15."

Weasley's camp... Oh, found it, just a quarter mile ahead, the first field is it, the ranger is Mr. Roberts..."

"Excuse me," Kyle suddenly said, "Excuse me, has Kanna Prince arrived yet?"

Basil glanced at the thick parchment in his hand. "She was ten minutes earlier than you, and she was also on the first field."

"Thanks."

Mr. Weasley could tell that he didn't seem to want to say much, so he gestured for everyone to leave.

"I think the two of them have been keeping watch here all night, and there are at least ten more hours to go. This is no easy task."

"Are there only the two of them?" Harry asked.

"I think so," said Mr. Weasley. "The Ministry of Magic is short-staffed..."

They walked through the desolate swamp for about twenty minutes, and gradually a door appeared before them, followed by a small stone house, and behind it, hundreds of strangely shaped tents could be faintly seen.

The group arrived at the stone house, where a man stood at the door, talking to another wizard, his face still showing lingering doubt.

Because the other person was wearing tall rubber boots and a South American cloak, they asked him whether he wanted Galleon or Sickle.

Mr. Roberts repeatedly explained that he wanted pounds.

Clearly, this is a true Muggle, and probably the only one in this area.

Finally, the man impatiently shoved a handful of Galleon into his hand and told him to go to Gringotts and exchange them himself.

Mr. Roberts was stunned, clutching a handful of gold coins.

Just then, a wizard wearing lantern pants suddenly descended from the sky and landed beside him.

"Obliviate!"

Immediately, Mr. Roberts' eyes glazed over, and a dazed look appeared on his face.

The gold coins in his hand were also taken away and exchanged for several pounds.

"Here's a map of the camp." Mr. Roberts calmly handed a map to the wizard in front of him.

"The Memory Charm ..." Harry frowned. "Why couldn't they let a wizard be the campmaster?"

"I don't know either, but..." Mr. Weasley suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Probably someone wants to use this to show that they get along well with Muggle ... You know, many of the people who came this time are foreign wizards."

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley pursed his lips, seemingly disliking this behavior... but what could he do? It was the minister's request, and he couldn't change it.

After the wizard left, it was Mr. Weasley's turn.

At the back of the group, Fred winked at Kyle and quickly left the group.

"Dad, let's go for a walk in the camp, see you in a bit!" Fred said, and ran towards the camp with George.

Kyle, Cedric, and Cho immediately followed.

"Remember not to run around or cause trouble!" Mr. Weasley shouted from behind, "Or I'll tell your mother when we get back!"

The group waved to indicate that they had heard.

They walked all the way to the camp before stopping.

Fred and George turned around and said eagerly, "How about here? There are already quite a few people here."

Kyle looked around.

Indeed, there were two rows of densely packed tents next to them, and many wizards were outside, greeting acquaintances.

"No problem." Kyle nodded.

Cedric tapped a nearby stone with his wand, and it turned into a small cart with a sidecar.

Kyle took out several boxes that had been enchanted with the Undetectable Extension Charm, opened the lids, and neatly arranged them on the cart.

He then picked up a firework and threw it into the sky.

"Bang!"

Fireworks exploded, forming a giant clover pattern in mid-air.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of many people.

"Wow... this is amazing!" A young man, clearly an Ireland fan, ran over, pointed at the fireworks in the sky, and asked, "How much is this?"

"Two Sickle tube. If you buy ten, you only need to pay one Galleon."

"Give me ten." The man pulled out a gold coin. "Oh, this hat is nice too, it can even dance, give me one of those too, I want the Ireland team's... and the flag... I also want posters with the players' signature moves, preferably Ivanova..."

Finally, the man left with five Galleon, carrying a large pile of things, and departed contentedly.

Fred and George were beaming with joy at having such a generous customer right after opening for business.

"These things look pretty good..." Another middle-aged male wizard walked over.

"However, I support Bulgaria. Do you have any here?"

"Of course." Fred threw another firework, this time it exploded into a red lion.

"I'll take ten of them too, one Galleon each, right..." the man said. "I also want a hat and a badge, also Bulgaria."

"No problem..."

A lot of people gathered around out of curiosity, and since these items weren't too expensive, most people were willing to spend a little money to buy some interesting trinkets.

Anyway, you'll have to buy these things eventually. Watching the game empty-handed will definitely reduce the enjoyment by half.

Moreover, most wizards who can afford tickets don't care about such a small amount of money. Even young children will take out their pocket money saved up all summer and pick out a couple of things they like.

"Hello, I'd like a badge." Another person arrived.

The voice was familiar, Kyle instinctively looked up.

"Kanna!"

Qiu, standing nearby, exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know we were here?"

"Because I saw this." Kanna pointed to two patterns in mid-air. "I knew it was you guys."

"No wonder you kept those fireworks going!" Fred looked at Kyle suspiciously. "You weren't planning to use this method to tell Kanna that we were here from the beginning, were you?"

"I see..." George said. "I never understood why you insisted on setting off fireworks when there were so many customers."

"It works great, doesn't it?" Kyle shrugged.

"That's true," Fred said. "The camp is so big, it's not easy to find someone."

"Young Master Kyle ..." a shrill voice rang out.

Then everyone noticed that Kanna was accompanied by an old and ugly House-elf.

"Kreacher?" Kyle asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr. Snape sent Kreacher to protect Miss Kanna... he thought it wasn't safe here."

Kyle wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had a feeling that Kreacher had something else to say.