Arrival

"Mr. Weasley, so many wizards go to the Quidditch World Cup, how do they disguise themselves?" Harry kept asking about the Quidditch World Cup in the car.

"Good question. Actually, our Ministry of Magic has been exhausted lately," Mr. Weasley sighed. "The main problem is that this World Cup has nearly 100,000 attendees. Over 100,000 people! Is there any venue available that can hold over 100,000 people? Of course not, not in all of the United Kingdom. We've searched everywhere, and in the end, we had to choose a venue for Muggle. Only they have such a large open space. Otherwise, we would have to cram all 100,000 wizards into Diagon Alley or Platform 9¾, but those two places aren't suitable for watching the games. We can't just dump them at Hogwarts, can we? That place can't hold over 100,000 wizards either..."

"So we found a deserted swamp in Muggle territory. Of course, we also took all possible measures to guard against Muggle. The entire United Kingdom Ministry of Magic has been busy with this for several months. First, we considered that we had to stagger everyone's arrival times because we have limited manpower and certainly can't transport more than 100,000 wizards on the same day. So, those wizards who bought cheap tickets could only arrive two weeks in advance. Some wizards used Muggle transportation, but this number was still limited. Wizards from all over the world would be coming. We couldn't possibly let so many wizards ride on Muggle buses, trains, cruise ships, and airplanes, could we? That would cause widespread chaos, after all, many wizards are not exactly safe."

"Of course, there are definitely other wizards who will use Apparition to get to the vicinity of the stadium, but the Ministry of Magic must require them to Apparate only in designated safe locations, so that they can stay away from all the Muggle. As for the remaining wizards who are unwilling or unable to Apparition, this is the simplest way. Do you know Portkey? Its function is to teleport wizards from one place to another within a specified time. Even a large group of wizards can be teleported all at once with Portkey. Moreover, we have deployed two hundred Portkey throughout the United Kingdom."

"Portkey? What's that? Sirius?" Harry asked curiously, but Sirius beside him had already fallen asleep.

"Well, they're all sorts of weird and wonderful things," Mr. Weasley said. "Of course, they all look like ordinary things, so that Muggle won't pick them up and throw them away or display them at home as decorations, and they certainly won't sell them as junk for money. They'd just think they're trash and wouldn't even give them a second glance..."

Butler Carson was still waving to Su Yu and the others outside, hoping that Miss Hermione and Daphne would have a good time. Also, he was reminded to remind young master Su Yu to eat on time. The next moment, Thestral took long strides, its wide wings flapping sharply to the sides, bringing a cool breeze that stirred up the fine fallen leaves on the ground. Its hooves left the ground and it silently dragged the heavy carriage slowly into the air.

The carriage hovered steadily in mid-air, slowly rising in sync with the Thestral ' pace, skimming over the manor, its silhouette blending into the twilight sky, gliding smoothly and lonely towards the distant horizon.

Inside the carriage, Su Yu lay back down on Daphne's soft lap, eating the grapes Ginny had peeled for him. He praised Ginny, saying that at least she knew to peel the grapes before feeding them to him, which annoyed Fa-jie so much that she grabbed a handful of unpeeled grapes and stuffed them into his mouth. Before Su Yu could gloat for long, Fa-jie was now lying on his lap, and the sycophantic Su Yu was peeling and feeding her grapes while also massaging her shoulders, making the girls laugh.

Hermione now has an endless supply of books to read. She has put all the books she needs into the storage ring that Su Yu gave her, and she is currently holding one of them, constantly flipping through it.

A desolate, misty swamp.

Su Yu and his companions' carriage slowly descended. Below them, two exhausted wizards were directing their descent, but both of them had gloomy faces, resembling deeply resentful laborers.

Both men disguised themselves as Muggle, but their disguises were full of inconsistencies. The first man wore a tweed suit jacket on top, but on the bottom he wore a pair of thigh-high rubber boots. Most ridiculously, he was carrying a large gold watch. Who would be so poor as to have a gold watch in their pocket when dressed like that?

The other one was even more unusual. He was wearing a kilt like the ones worn by Scottish Highlands men, and then draped an Indian cloak over his shoulders—a complete mix-and-match. Su Yu was stunned. What's wrong with that? Short sleeves and jeans? Are they going to chafe his legs or block his vision? Can't he dress like a normal person? But maybe he could promote West Coast fashion? Just imagine, a wizard wearing a dozen pairs of pants, several hoodies, a hat, and carrying a wand, trash-talking each other before the fight even starts, and then...

"Aint nobody can do this like me!"

What Snape- like behavior! Oh my god! Their wands instantly turned into guns, shouting, "Ron! This is much better! You know that!"

Just as Su Yu was lost in thought...

"Good afternoon, Basil." Mr. Weasley had already gotten out of the car and started greeting people. The wizard in the short skirt had a large trunk next to him. Ron and Harry looked inside at the Portkey. It was full of junk like old newspapers, empty cans, and broken footballs. If you didn't know better, you would think it was a garbage dump.

"Hello, Arthur," Basil was practically collapsing from exhaustion. "Don't you have a shift? Sigh, I must say, some people are really lucky. Poor us, we've had to stand guard here all day. But you'd better get out of the way quickly, an important guest is coming at five o'clock. Minister Fudge gave the order himself. But wait a minute, let me find your camp first, Weasley ... Weasley ..."

He searched the parchment list. "Follow this path for about a quarter of a mile, and you'll see a field ahead. The first one is where your camp is. The campmaster is Mr. Roberts. Remember, he's a Muggle. Don't give yourself away."

"But why are you traveling in Thestral carriage today? Have you struck it rich?"

"Um, is it possible that we are the distinguished guests you two have been waiting for?" Mr. Weasley said somewhat awkwardly.

"What? Arthur, this is impossible! The Minister for Magic told us to wait here beforehand, saying he'd be here in person shortly. He's coming to greet you? This might be the biggest joke I've heard all year; I could laugh about it for a whole year! Please don't joke like this... Really? Please, say you're joking... Tell me..."

As they spoke, they saw a group of people rushing towards them from not far away. Leading them was Fudge, the Minister for Magic, followed by Barty Crouch, the Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and Ludo Bagman, the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

A group of people rushed over, panting, especially Minister Fudge, who now showed no signs of the serious injuries he had sustained just two months ago. He was bowing and scraping as he greeted the people in the carriage behind Mr. Weasley.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Minister Fudge personally led Su Yu and his entourage to the luxurious palace-style tent belonging exclusively to the Fuli family before reluctantly departing.

The Malfoy family's tent was right next door, but it Yousu Yu's. However, the smug Lucius Malfoy had a Griffin tied to the door to prove how powerful and arrogant he was.

"My God! A Level 4 Fantastic Beasts! Griffin?" Ron's mouth dropped open in disbelief. Did the Malfoy family even have such a thing?

The tent has three floors. Su Yu and the girls stayed on the third floor, while Harry and the Weasley family stayed on the second floor for the next few days.

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were expected to arrive soon, so after the Weasley family room, they took Harry and Sirius to the most conspicuous little stone hut, the Muggle tent rental place, to wait for them.

Upon seeing this, Su Yu immediately expressed that he wanted to go too, feeling that Mr. Roberts, that Muggle, was the real source of amusement.

There was nothing they could do but follow Su Yu. After walking for about ten minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of them, followed by a small stone house. Harry looked at the densely packed, strangely shaped tents behind the stone house, which covered a large area on the gentle slope, stretching all the way to a dark forest on the horizon.

A man stood at the entrance, gazing at the tents. Harry immediately recognized him as the only true Muggle in the area. The man turned to look at them as soon as he heard their footsteps.