Interrupting the Spell

As more and more people gathered at the site, the tents gradually became less varied.

After the first Bulgaria Team flag was printed on the tent, everyone else couldn't sit still and added their own team logos to their tents, gradually making the area more clearly defined.

Occasionally, a Bulgaria might suddenly appear in an Ireland supporters' camp, but the next second, that person would pack up their tent and move to another camp.

At this point, the Ministry of Magic members in charge of managing the area would turn a blind eye and pretend they didn't see anything.

However, the Weasley family did not get involved.

After all, there are many of them, and they all support different teams, so it's impossible to reach a consensus. Even if they wanted to take sides, they couldn't; they could only remain neutral and watch the show from the sidelines.

"I've never seen so many foreign wizards before." While waiting for his meal, Harry carried a bucket of water back to the tent.

This was his second time going to fetch water.

Harry enjoyed the job because he would encounter many wizards he had never seen before on his way to fetch water.

For example, not far from their tent, there were three Africa wizards with some kind of paint on their faces. Harry had never seen them use wands... because they could make the roast meat on the stove flip automatically with just a flick of their fingers.

"Those people are really amazing," Harry whispered to Ron. "I remember Professor Flitwick saying that this is Wandless Magic, a very advanced technique that even seventh-year graduates might not be able to learn."

But they looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, not much older than us."

"No, Harry," Bill, who happened to be passing by, overheard him and whispered, "Those people are from Uagadou School of Magic. They're not used to using wands; they prefer ancient hand gestures."

"Uagadou School of Magic...?" Harry repeated.

"Yes," Bill said. "Its address is in the Mountains of the Moon of Africa, as old as Hogwarts, where wands are the most insignificant commodity."

Harry nodded, trying to appear as if he wasn't surprised.

Seeing wizards from so many countries on the field, he suddenly realized how foolish he had been, never realizing that Hogwarts wasn't the only magic school.

Kreacher quickly prepared lunch.

There were too many of them, and it was too crowded to eat inside the tent, so Mr. Weasley set up a large table outside.

Everyone sat in a circle, eating and discussing the upcoming match.

Ron tried his best to tell others how powerful Viktor Krum was, hoping to persuade them to join the support for Bulgaria, but with little success.

Even Cedric pretended not to hear... He was the only one present who, despite being the Seeker, supported the Ireland team.

The remaining two Seeker, Harry and Charlie, are both die-hard Bulgaria fans.

Just as Ron was emphasizing Krum's age for the third time, Mr. Weasley suddenly stood up, smiling and waving to the man striding towards him.

"Ha ha!" he said, "The most important person right now, Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was wearing a former Wimbourne Wasps jersey, which drew a lot of attention. But the jersey was a bit too small for him now; the robe was stretched tightly over his large belly, and it looked like it was something he had just found at the last minute, without even having time to alter the size.

"Ah, Arthur, what are you eating? I can smell the delicious aroma from far away!" Bagman called out happily, hopping and skipping as if his feet were on springs, clearly in a state of extreme excitement.

"It's just a very ordinary lunch," Mr. Weasley said. "If you don't mind, you can have some with us."

"I would love to, but unfortunately I have already promised Volkov I would have lunch with him."

Bagman chuckled and said, "This young Bulgaria Beater is probably trying to learn a trick or two from me. He's a cunning kid, but I admire him."

Mr. Weasley chuckled a few times.

At this moment, Percy hurriedly stepped forward and extended his hand, hoping to make a good impression on the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce you," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "This is my son Percy, who just started working at the Ministry of Magic. And then there's Bill and Charlie; they were working abroad and just got back recently... Over there is Kyle and Cedric ..."

Mr. Weasley introduced everyone one by one, but Bagman didn't seem to care much, only glancing up slightly when he heard Kyle's name.

When Mr. Weasley introduced Harry, he immediately turned his attention to the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Let me introduce you." Seeing Hermione's puzzled look, he continued, "This is Ludo Bagman, the greatest Beater in the history of the Wimbourne Wasps, who also represented England in the Quidditch World Cup."

And we were able to get such good tickets thanks to him."

Bagman waved his hand with a broad smile, as if to say it was nothing.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?"

After exchanging pleasantries, he revealed the purpose of his visit. "I've convinced Roddy Ponte to bet me that Bulgaria will score the first goal... Little Agatha Timms has staked half of her farm on the bet that the match will last a week."

"Oh, alright then," said Mr. Weasley. "How about I bet a Galleon on Ireland to win?"

He hadn't originally intended to get involved, but considering that Bagman had secured such good tickets for them, he decided to cooperate.

"One Galleon?" Bagman seemed a little disappointed, but quickly regained his interest. "Very good... Is anyone else interested in participating?"

"We... Ouch!"

Fred was about to speak when he immediately screamed and bent over.

Kyle removed the shoes from his feet and said nonchalantly, "Excuse me, Mr. Bagman, he was just saying we've bought quite a few souvenirs and are almost out of pocket... Would five Knut be alright?"

"Oh, I can't bear to take all your pocket money," Bagman smiled politely, which was his way of declining.

He then looked at Mr. Weasley, "Could you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch, and the officials from the Bulgaria Ministry of Magic are deliberately making things difficult for us, but I can't understand a word they're saying. Barty can solve this problem; he speaks about 150 languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy suddenly became excited and restless upon hearing the name.

His current behavior is exactly the same as when Ron mentioned Krum earlier.

"Mr. Crouch can speak two hundred languages, Merpeople languages, turkey languages, and Troll..."

"Oh!" Kyle exclaimed sincerely.

He could handle Merpeople and Troll, but turkeys... well, he was willing but unable to.

But then again, what normal person would want to talk to a turkey?

"Yes, you're right," Bagman said lazily. "Barty is truly admirable in this respect... Ah, just as I was talking about him, here he comes, Barty!"

A wizard suddenly appeared in Apparition beside them.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, Percy was so excited that he could hardly breathe, and his whole body trembled like a Mandrake that had been pulled from a flowerpot.

"Ludo, I've been looking for you." Crouch's gaze quickly settled on Bagman. "The Bulgaria insist we add twelve more seats to the top tier. You'd better talk to them about it before the match starts."