I Am Your Brother

After Kanna arrived, she naturally joined the team.

The group pushed their carts through the crowded tents, each carrying something to attract attention.

Business is pretty good.

During this time, Kyle also took the opportunity to ask Kreacher about Regulus, but he couldn't explain it clearly, only choking back tears as he said that young master Regulus was becoming more and more like the old man.

"It should be almost healed by now," Kyle thought to himself.

More and more people gathered at the venue.

"After a summer of hard work, it wasn't all for nothing." Fred looked at the half-empty fireworks box and wiped the sweat from his forehead with satisfaction.

By noon, the hungry group had pushed their cart to the end of the field.

George peered around, muttering to himself, "Where is he...? Didn't Lee Jordan say he was nearby?"

He was looking for the location of the Weasley family's camp.

I was in such a rush that I forgot to ask them where their tents were. Luckily, I ran into Lee Jordan, a classmate from Hogwarts who is also the school's Quidditch Match commentator.

He told Fred that he had seen Harry and their sister in the woods near the field earlier.

Then the group found this place.

It's almost noon now, and they plan to continue after lunch.

"Oh, there..." After looking around, Cedric suddenly pointed to a tent in the open space not far away, where Harry and Ron had just come out carrying a jug.

On the other side of the tent was Mr. Weasley, who was fiddling with a pile of firewood.

"Oh... it's dead again? I remember Hermione did the same thing before."

He lay on the ground, blowing incessantly on the long-extinguished firewood, his whole body covered in soot.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Fred walked over, puzzled. "Did you leave your wand at home?"

"Don't forget to be mindful of Muggle safety regulations." Mr. Weasley stood up, rubbing his neck, which was a little sore from tilting his head to the side.

"I think we'll probably have to wait a while before lunch," George muttered from behind. "Dad loves this rule."

"Where have you been?" Mr. Weasley, not having heard him, stood up and asked, "Why did it take you so long to come back? I thought you were lost."

"It's like getting a taste of the Quidditch World Cup atmosphere beforehand," Fred said. "The wizards here are so enthusiastic."

"The Quidditch World Cup, everyone's been looking forward to it for ages..." Mr. Weasley said.

Then, he suddenly noticed the unfamiliar face behind Fred.

"I think you must be Kanna," he asked.

"Kanna Prince!" Kanna exclaimed quickly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weasley."

"Me too, son," said Mr. Weasley. "Come in, I've managed to borrow a tent big enough for you to choose your own rooms."

But lunch might be a while away, I need to figure out how to get these... Oh, who are you!

Mr. Weasley turned around and found a House-elf standing behind him.

The firewood he had been fiddling with for ages without any progress was now burning fiercely.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley," Kanna said. "He's Kreacher, I brought him along, and he's unaware of the security regulations against Muggle!"

"Alright, it's fine..." Mr. Weasley looked a little disappointed, but still said, "Our tent is at the very back, so even if we use magic occasionally, Mr. Roberts won't notice..."

It's a pity, he felt he would be able to learn how to use matches soon.

But now that the problem of starting the fire has been solved, we can't just put it out and start over.

Mr. Weasley placed a pot on the firewood and carefully adjusted its position.

He had originally intended to cook some stew to make do with a simple meal, but Kreacher had already picked up a spoon and was looking up at him from the side.

Mr. Weasley felt uncomfortable being stared at, and for some reason, he had a feeling that he had taken someone else's job, so he subconsciously gave up his current position.

Kreacher walked over naturally and then started fiddling with the stew pot.

"All right..."

Mr. Weasley stepped aside, glanced at Kanna who seemed hesitant to speak, and said, "It's always good to House-elf helping out... at least everyone won't have to go to the games on an empty stomach."

Clearly, he has a clear understanding of his own cooking skills.

At this moment, the others who had gone to fetch water also returned.

As soon as Percy saw Fred and George, he began to scold them for running around.

"You're just causing trouble for Dad," he said, feigning concern. "And you're affecting the work of other people in the department. You'd better keep quiet. If I find out you're up to some trick again, I'll..."

"Deduct points from our records?" Fred said, feigning fear. "But we're not at Hogwarts now."

"And you're not the student council president anymore," George said.

"Not even Prefect..."

The two of them burst into laughter.

Bill, however, noticed the small cart parked to the side.

He picked up a firework and threw it.

"Bang!"

The fireworks exploded, and suddenly a giant four-leaf clover appeared in mid-air.

"So it was you guys..." he said with a smile. "My friend Baku told me he bought some really interesting little gadgets, and they weren't expensive, but when I got there, you were already gone."

Upon hearing this, Fred immediately became interested. "Do you need them? Two Sickle each, ten Galleon each."

"Consider that a gift for you," George said.

"That's a really good deal." Bill smiled and pulled out a Galleon. "Thanks, I'll take the Ireland team one."

Charlie, who was standing nearby, also bought Bulgaria fireworks.

Hearing the commotion outside, everyone who had been inside the tent came out and curiously gathered around the cart.

"How much is this?" Ron asked, picking up a hat.

"One Galleon," Fred said.

"So expensive." Ron patted his pocket. "How much did I pay...?"

"One Galleon."

Ron frowned and said, "I'm your brother!"

"Oh." Fred and George exchanged a glance and said at the same time, "Two Galleon!"

Ron was so angry that he threw his hat back into the car, and everyone else couldn't help but laugh.

Harry kept his mouth shut, trying hard not to laugh out loud. Ron was his friend, and he couldn't show too much schadenfreude.

However, everyone did buy some things.

Hermione and Ginny really liked the hair clips, Mr. Weasley changed into a Bulgaria hat, and Harry bought the most, taking a little of everything except the hair clips, and then giving half of them to Ron.