The First Campsite

"5:30, from the Greenery Manor," a voice said.

Dartmoor is a vast, desolate, misty swamp.

Before them stood two weary, gloomy wizards, one holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill pen.

Both men were dressed as Muggle, but they were completely inept at it: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit jacket but thigh-high rubber boots; his colleague wore a pleated kilt like those worn by Scottish Highlands men and a South America cape.

"Good morning, Basil," Gareth said, handing the Portkey to the wizard in the pleated skirt. The man tossed it into a large box beside him filled with used Portkey, such as old newspapers, empty cans, and a battered football.

"Hello, Mr. Greengrass," Basil said wearily. "I'm sorry, we're a bit tired. We've been here since last night, and just fifteen minutes ago we received a large group of people from the Black Forest in Germany... Let me find your camp..." He searched through the parchment list. "Oh, you're in Camp One, just walk from here. The campmaster is Mr. Roberts."

"Thank you, Basil," Gareth said, gesturing for everyone to follow him.

Although Greengrass was low-key, he still needed to project an image in public, so Gareth's reserved camp was in the first camp area—the best location, closest to the competition venue, surrounded by Pure-blood wizard families and high-ranking wizards. If I'm not mistaken, Lucius should also have reserved the House of Malfoy's camp in that area.

According to Skylar's recollection of the original story, the Weasley were also in the First Camp. This wasn't because they were wealthy, but because Arthur had helped Odo Bagman, the brother of Ludovic Bagman, the Department of Magical Games and Sports, out of some legal trouble, so Ludovic gave Arthur the best tickets as a thank you.

Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and joking as they walked through the desolate swamp, where almost nothing could be seen in the thick fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared before them, followed by a small stone house, and behind the stone house were hundreds of strangely shaped tents.

They climbed up a large, gentle slope that stretched towards a dark forest on the horizon. A man stood at the entrance, gazing at the tents.

Judging from his expression, he was probably the only real Muggle in this whole area; he was Mr. Roberts, the groundskeeper. He turned around to look at them as soon as he heard their footsteps.

The butler Morganton, went over and talked to him about renting the tent.

Morganton couldn't distinguish Muggle money, and he struggled to search through a large roll of banknotes, arousing Roberts' suspicion. Skylar hurriedly stepped forward to help Mr. Terry solve the problem, which aroused suspicion among everyone. It was undoubtedly a rare thing that the young master of a Pure-blood families could distinguish Muggle banknotes.

The group passed through the entrance to the site, where a wizard appointed by the Ministry of Magic to guide them accompanied them to their camp. He appeared extremely tired, with an unshaven, bluish chin and purplish shadows under his eyes.

The wizard clearly knew Gareth and Morganton, and kept complaining about the tedious workload that had been piling up on him lately.

"This is terrible, Gareth!" he kept muttering. "That Muggle is giving me so much trouble. I have to cast the Memory Charm dozens of times a day to keep him in a good mood. Besides that, a whole bunch of troublesome wizards and problems are waiting for me."

"Are you the only one working?!" Gareth exclaimed in surprise. "Where is everyone else?!"

"Don't even mention it, Ludo Bagman only makes things worse. This is supposed to be their department's job, but all he does is walk around, yelling about Bludger and Quaffle, completely ignoring the need to be wary of Muggle and ensure safety." He sighed heavily. "God, I wish this all would end soon, it's torture. See you later, Gareth!" With that, he vanished from the Apparition.

"I thought Mr. Bagman was the director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports," Astoria said in surprise. "He should know that you can't talk about Bludger among Muggle, shouldn't he?"

"Yes, dear!" Gareth said with a smile. "Ludo has always been a bit careless about security, but you won't find a more passionate person to head the Department of Department of Magical Games and Sports. You know, he used to play Quidditch for Britain, and he was the best hitter Wimbourne Wasps Beater ever."

In the Wizarding World, Ludovic Bagman is a very famous and popular person.

However, upon hearing Gareth's words, the usually taciturn Morganton sneered, "Bagman's past isn't as glamorous as the rumors suggest. He was accused of providing classified information to the Death Eaters. However, there's no denying he was a complete idiot; I highly doubt he even knew what he was doing back then."

Skylar nodded. Based on the description in the original work, Ludovic Bagman was indeed a real fool.

They walked between two long rows of tents, and most of them looked unremarkable. Clearly, their owners had tried to make them look as similar as possible to Muggle tents. However, some had gone too far, adding unnecessary chimneys, bell ropes, or weather vanes, making them look rather incongruous.

Occasionally, there would be a few tents that were clearly enchanted.

For example, in the middle of the camp, there was a particularly conspicuous tent. It was lavishly decorated with striped silk, almost like a small palace. Several pure white peacocks were tied at the entrance, and there was a garden in front of the door, complete with bird baths, sundials, fountains, and so on. Skylar sighed and rubbed his forehead. This style was definitely not wrong—it was the House of Malfoy, still as extravagant, high-profile, flamboyant, and domineering as ever.

Gareth gave Skylar a few glances with a half-smile, but offered no comment, and continued on his way to their camp.

Not far from the Malfoy family's campsite, there was a large, dark green tent that had been set up.

The tent was very old-fashioned and grand, with a conical dome that soared into the clouds and was embroidered with the dark gold Greengrass Family crest. Although it looked magnificent, it did not seem out of place. The entire tent had nothing fancy about it and was no different from Muggle dome tent, except that it was particularly large.

Skylar followed the group into the tent, immediately marveling at the space and furnishings. In the corridor facing the Entrance Hall, copper pots and other copper cookware gleamed with a rose-colored sheen. The wooden tabletops were also polished to a shine. Silver cups and saucers were already set on them, Winky in the warm glow of the fireplace. To the side were the dining room and restrooms, with a landscape painting hanging on the wall. Everything exuded an exceptionally warm and inviting atmosphere.

A dark brown staircase covered with a thick carpet extends upwards, about three stories high. The upper floors are all bedrooms, and like the outside, the space gets narrower as you go up, but they are decorated in a very stylish way.

It's hard to believe that this is a tent, rather than a vacation villa belonging to some aristocratic family.

Two House Elf, Diva and Dino, heard the noise and rushed out to greet them, using magic to carry everyone's luggage to their respective rooms. After enjoying breakfast prepared by the House Elf, Gareth and Morganton planned to visit the tents of their close-knit families one by one for social activities that could strengthen their relationships.

At Astoria's insistence, Skylar and the girls, having nothing else to do, decided to take a walk around the camp and see what it was like.

This camp is surrounded by Pure-blood wizard families and high-ranking wizard families.

There was a tall and imposing tent set up in the shape of a castle, with several corner towers standing beside it. Most striking was the incredibly alluring fragrance emanating from the tent, making people linger and reluctant to leave.

Skylar recognized the boy at the door—it was Blaise Zabini. Standing next to him was a beautiful woman.

That was his mother, Madam Zabini. Madam Zabini was no ordinary woman; she had been married seven times, and each of her husbands died under mysterious circumstances, leaving her a large inheritance.

Madam Zabini was indeed very beautiful, with long, wavy blonde hair, impeccably delicate features, and a voluptuous yet slender figure. What was most unforgettable was her unique temperament, which combined elegance and allure. Every smile and gesture was naturally captivating, and every movement was full of enchanting charm.

Skylar had seen quite a few beautiful women. Not counting those he had seen on television and in magazines in his previous life, his mother Narcissa, his sister Gulana whom he had met not long ago, and the vampire princess Elizabeth Bathory were all great beauties in this life, but none of them could give Skylar the same visual impact.

The word "Femme Fatale" involuntarily popped into Skylar's mind. This French word means "fatal woman," referring to a beautiful woman with a deadly allure who can often make men drown in this dangerous yet captivating attraction, unable to extricate themselves. Other beauties might evoke feelings of pleasure or pity, but a fatal woman often only inspires infatuation, conjuring up images of something indescribable.

"Hi, Skylar!" Blaise came over with his mother and greeted Skylar.

As he approached Madam Zabini, a fragrant breeze wafted over him, and Skylar felt his lips dry and his heart race. He used his Occlumency to suppress the erotic thoughts in his mind, and his eyes regained their clarity.

"Blaise, are these your friends? Won't you introduce them to your mother?" Madam Zabini's eyes, which seemed to be able to bewitch souls, lingered on Skylar for a few seconds. After seeing that Skylar's eyes remained calm and his demeanor was composed, she couldn't help but raise her red lips slightly. This is a very interesting young man!

Skylar looked directly into Madam Zabini's eyes and introduced himself with perfect ease, "Auntie, hello, I am Skylar of the House of Malfoy, these two are Daphne and Astoria of the Greengrass Family, and this is Meredith of the Shafiq Family."

"I know your name, Skylar, the youngest Sir Merlin... indeed, you are quite outstanding. I am so happy that Blaise has a friend like you. Please come to my house more often when you have the chance..." Madam Zabini's attitude was a bit too enthusiastic. Skylar thought to himself, who was taking in everything through his Divine Insight of Amaterasu, but he remained calm and accepted Madam Zabini's invitation in a lukewarm manner.

Afterwards, Skylar took the three girls to visit the House of Malfoy's camp.

Narcissa was alone in the tent, leisurely directing Lele to decorate and furnish the interior.

Although Skylar knew the tent was only for one day, the others had no idea how long the match would last; the previous semi-final had lasted five days and five nights! So, Narcissa thought the tent should be made as comfortable as possible.

When Narcissa saw her son come to visit her so thoughtfully, and knowing that she had missed him after being separated from him for a week, she happily gave Skylar a big hug.

Narcissa warmly welcomed the three girls who came with her, and openly and subtly expressed her fondness for them, making the three girls blush with embarrassment.

"Mother, where are Father and Brother?" Skylar asked.

"Your father recently donated a large sum of money to St Mungo's Hospital and is currently dining with several high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic, including Fudge. As for Draco, he left early this morning; he said he was going to see Goyle and Crabbe, but I don't know if that's true... That kid's been acting all mysterious this summer; he must have a girlfriend..."

Skylar broke out in a cold sweat.

Then, they encountered the tents of several familiar families in the first camp: the Parkinson Family's camp, the Bulstrode family's camp, the Runcorn Family's camp, the Nott Family's camp...

Skylar and several classmates, along with their parents, politely extended their greetings to each of them.

I finally met Nott Sr..

Nott Sr. was a stern-faced old man, over sixty years old, but his gaze remained sharp.

Skylar expressed his gratitude for the two gifts he received at the end of the previous semester and began to discuss alchemy with Nott Sr. on an equal footing. Even with Nott Sr.'s composure, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow slightly at Skylar's alchemical skills.

This boy is so young, yet his alchemy skills are already nearly on par with his own. While Skylar benefited greatly from this exchange, Nott Sr. also gained much. Nott Sr. believed that even if he were to exchange ideas with the elder Burke from another great alchemical family, they might not achieve such results.

He sighed inwardly. In his view, it would be quite difficult for his son Theodore to inherit the family business and continue to monopolize the Britain alchemy industry!