A few days later, as the day of the competition drew near, the unprecedented scale of this International Wizarding Duelling Tournament became clear. The attention it drew had even surpassed that of the Quidditch World Cup.
Aside from tourists and dueling enthusiasts, famous witches and wizards from every country had been drawn here, and quite a few nations had sent official delegations as well.
To accommodate them, the Greek Ministry of Magic, which had experience hosting the Quidditch World Cup, set up a campsite not far from the dueling venue. Hundreds upon thousands of strange, oddly shaped tents had been pitched there, spreading down the gentle slope of a vast field that stretched all the way to a calm beach.
Because a Muggle-Repelling Charm had been cast over the area, making Muggles—including the Muggle government itself—believe this scenic district was under maintenance, the wizards who came here could decorate their tents however they liked, and even set up more novel temporary residences. After learning this, their owners had gone to great lengths, using magic to show off their abilities and make their dwellings as distinctive and unique as possible.
Countless foreigners moved freely through the camp, with all kinds of skin colors and clothing styles, speaking all kinds of languages, as if wizards from all over the world had gathered in this one place. African wizards in long white robes sat together with wizards dressed in Indian styles, roasting something like a wild rabbit over a roaring purple fire.
These wizards, strangers to one another, quickly became familiar after turning into temporary neighbors. With the dueling tournament at hand, they had no shortage of common topics...
Naturally, the crowd did not consist only of tourists drawn by its fame. There were also plenty of merchants hoping to seize the chance