In the gusting sea wind, rolling waves battered the towering cliffs that stretched along the coast, while bursts of noisy chatter drifted down from above.
The broad, flat ground beside the cliffs was now packed with people, serving as a temporary campsite for wizards who had come to watch the Quidditch World Cup.
Many wizards from home and abroad had arrived early, so the campsite had already been bustling for several days.
On a platform set aside for arrivals by Portkey.
Harry and the Weasley family landed one by one in all manner of poses. With stars still dancing before their eyes, they found themselves looking at hundreds upon thousands of oddly shaped tents.
Almost every tent roof either flew a three-leaf clover emblem representing the Bulgarian Team or bore the Three Lions emblem representing the England Team.
They stretched up the gentle slope of the vast grounds, which ran all the way to a dark patch of woods on the horizon.
A Quidditch Pitch stood beautifully amid the woods, like a violet in bloom.
On a striking, solitary peak nearby stood an even grander domed structure: the arena for the Legendary Wizards' upcoming no-flight, no-escape matches.
Ginny was already impatiently tugging her boyfriend along to explore, but Harry politely wanted to help the adults put up their tent.
As Ministry of Magic employees, Arthur, Percy, and Charlie had naturally gone to report for duty early, so they were not with the group.
Molly, the only parent present, fondly stroked the two children's heads.
"Go and have fun. George, Bill, and the others are enough to put up the tent. Just remember that our tent is in the West Section, number 9527."
The twins had been planning to slip away, but their eldest brother, Bill, who had returned from Egypt