Chapter 105 Camp 1
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Shui Shen Zhi Feng
Chapter 105 The First Camp
"Five thirty, from Green Manor." Only one voice said.
The Dartmoor Moors are a vast expanse of desolate, misty swampland.
In front of them stood two weary and sullen wizards, one of them holding a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.
Both were dressed like Muggles, but not very well: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-high galoshes;
"Good morning, Basil," said Gareth, handing the Portkey to the wizard in the pleated skirt.The man threw it into a large box beside him, filled with used portkeys, old newspapers, empty soda cans, and battered footballs.
"Hello, Mr. Greengrass," Basil said wearily, "I'm sorry, we're a little tired. We've been staying here since last night, and just picked up a large group of people from the Black Forest in Germany a quarter of an hour ago...Let me find out where your camp is..." He searched on the parchment list, "Oh, you are in the first camp, just walk across from here, and the camp manager is Mr. Roberts."
"Thanks, Basil," said Gareth, beckoning everyone to follow him.
Although Greengrass kept a low profile, he still needed to show his identity outside, so the camp Gareth reserved was in the first camp—the location was the best, it was the closest to the competition venue, and the neighborhood was full of pure-blood wizard families and noble wizards.If he guessed correctly, Lucius should also book the Malfoy family's camp in that area.
And according to Schelling’s memory of the original book, the Weasleys were also in the first camp, not because of their arrogance, but because Arthur helped Odo Bagman, the younger brother of Ludovic Bagman, director of the Sports Department, get rid of some legal troubles, so Ludovic gave Arthur the best tickets as a thank you.
Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and laughing as they walked through the desolate swamp, barely visible through the thick fog.After walking forward for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house, there were hundreds of tents with strange shapes.
They followed the gentle slope of a large field that reached out to a dark wood on the horizon.A man stood by the door, looking over the tents.
Judging from his expression, he was probably the only real Muggle in this large area, and he was Mr. Roberts, the caretaker of the grounds.As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned to look at them.
Steward Morgan went over to talk to him about renting a tent.
Morgarden couldn't tell Muggle money apart, and Roberts was suspicious as he struggled to find it among the large rolls of banknotes.Schelling hurried forward to help Mr. Terry solve this problem, causing everyone to be suspicious. It is undoubtedly a strange thing that the young master of a pure-blood family knows how to distinguish Muggle banknotes.
Several people passed through the entrance of the venue, and a wizard assigned by the Ministry of Magic to be responsible for escorting accompanied them to their camp location.He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were livid shadows under his eyes.
The wizard, who apparently knew both Gareth and Morgarden, kept complaining about the irritating workload that had been on him these days.
"It's terrible, Gareth!" he kept muttering. "That Muggle has caused me a lot of trouble. To keep him happy, he has to cast the Oblivion Charm dozens of times a day. Besides, there are a lot of uneasy wizards and troubles waiting for me."
"Are you the only one busy?!" Gareth said in surprise, "Where are the others?!"
"Forget it, Ludo Bagman's not going to be helpful. It's supposed to be their department, but he's just walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, with no regard for Muggles and safety." He sighed heavily. "God, I wish this was over, it's been a torment. See you later, Gareth!" He then Apparated from where he was.
"I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of the Sports Department," said Astoria, startled. "He should know you can't talk about Bludgers around Muggles, should you?"
"Yes, dear!" Gareth laughed. "Ludo has always been a bit sloppy about safety, but you couldn't ask for a more passionate man to head the Sports Division. You know, he played Quidditch for Great Britain, and he's the best batsman ever for the Wimbourne Hornets."
In the wizarding world, Ludovic Bagman was a very well-known and popular man.
However, upon hearing Gareth's words, Morgan, who had always been taciturn, sneered, "Bagman's past is not as glorious as the rumors say. He was once accused of providing confidential information to the Death Eaters. However, it is undeniable that he is a complete idiot. I doubt whether he knew what he was doing at the time."
Schelling nodded. According to the description in the original book, Ludovic Bagman is indeed a real idiot.
They passed between two long rows of tents, most of which looked like nothing special.Evidently their owners had taken great pains to make them as Muggle tents as possible.However, some have accidentally overdone it, adding chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes to the superfluity, making it nondescript.
Occasionally, there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted.
For example, in the middle of the camp, there is a tent that is particularly conspicuous.It uses a lot of striped silk very extravagantly, and it looks like a small palace. There are several pure white peacocks tied at the entrance, and there is a garden in front of the door, which has a birdbath, sundial, fountain and so on.Xie Lin raised his forehead and lamented that this style is absolutely unmistakable—it is the Malfoy family, and it is still so extravagant, high-profile, public, and domineering.
Gareth sized up Schelling with a half-smile, but continued to head to their camp without commenting.
Not far from the camp of Malfoy's family, there was a dark green tent that had been set up, covering a large area.
The tent was very simple and elegant, with a conical spire soaring into the sky, embroidered with the dark gold Greengrass family crest.Although it looks magnificent, it doesn't look obtrusive. The whole tent doesn't have any fancy things. It's no different from a Muggle yurt, except that it's very big.
Following the crowd into the tent, Xie Lin couldn't help being amazed at the space and furnishings inside. In the corridor facing the foyer, copper pots and other copper kitchen utensils shone with a rose-colored luster.The wooden tabletop is also polished to a shiny finish.Already there were silver cups and saucers, gleaming in the glow of the warm fire.To the side is the dining room and bathroom, with a landscape painting on the wall.Everything is very warm.
A thickly carpeted brown-black staircase stretches upwards, about three stories high.The upper part is full of bedrooms, just like the outside, the space gets narrower as you go up, but the decoration is very stylish.
It's hard to imagine that this is actually a tent, not a vacation villa of a noble family.
Two house-elves, Tiva and Dino, heard the sound, rushed out to greet them, and magically sent everyone's luggage to their respective rooms.After a few people enjoyed the breakfast prepared by the house elves, Gareth and Morgarden planned to visit the family tents they had been friends with on weekdays one by one to carry out social activities that could promote their relationship.
At the request of the curious Astoria, Schelling and the girls had nothing to do, and decided to take a walk in the camp to see it.
Near this camp are pure-blood wizard families and noble wizard families.
There is a tall and majestic tent set up in the shape of a castle, and there are several turrets erected beside it.The most noticeable thing is that there is a very charming fragrance exuding from this tent, which makes people stop and stop, unwilling to leave.
Schelling recognized the boy at the door—Brace Zabini.Beside him stood a beautiful woman.
It was his mother, Madame Chabini.Madame Chapiny was not an easy character. She was married seven times, each of whom died strangely and left her a large inheritance.
Mrs. Sabine is indeed beautiful, with big wavy blond hair, impeccable and exquisite facial features, and a plump and slim figure. The most memorable thing is that she has a special temperament that combines grace, nobility and enchantment. Her every move is full of charming charm.
Xie Lin had seen quite a few beautiful women, not counting the ones he saw on TV and magazines in his previous life. In this life, his mother Narcissa, sister Gulana whom he met not long ago, and vampire prince Elizabeth Bathory were all great beauties, but none of them could give Xie Lin the same visual impact.
A word came to Schelling's mind involuntarily - "Femme Fatale".This French means fatal girl, that is, a beautiful woman with fatal attraction, which can make men often indulge in this dangerous and charming attraction, unable to extricate themselves.Other beauties may make people feel happy or feel pity, but the fatal girl often only makes people addicted and reminds people of something indescribable.
"Hi, Schelling!" Blaise walked over with his mother and greeted Schelling.
When he was in close contact with Mrs. Sabine, a gust of fragrant wind rushed towards his face. Sherrington felt his lips were dry and his heart beat faster.
"Brace, are these your friends? Why don't you introduce them to your mother?" Mrs. Sabini's eyes that seemed to seduce people's souls flickered, and after staying on Xie Lin's body for a few seconds, seeing Xie Lin's eyes calm and calm, she couldn't help raising her red lips slightly. This is a very interesting boy!
Schelling looked straight into Mrs. Sabine's eyes, and introduced himself very naturally: "Auntie, hello, I'm Schelling from the Malfoy family, these two are Daphne and Astoria from the Greengrass family, and this is Meredith from the Shafik family."
"I know your name, Schelling, the youngest Sir Merlin...It really is outstanding. Blaise is so happy to have you as a friend, and I can come to my aunt's house to play more if I have the opportunity..." Mrs. Chabini's attitude was a bit too enthusiastic. Sheering, who had captured everything in his eyes through the magic peeping into the sky, thought to himself, but his face remained calm, and he accepted Mrs. Sabini's invitation calmly.
Afterwards, Sherin visited the Malfoy family's camp with the three girls.
There was only Narcissa in the tent, and she was leisurely directing Lele to make various decorations and decorations for the interior of the tent.
Although Schelling knew that the tent was only used for one day, others didn't know how long the game would last. The last semi-final match lasted five days and five nights!So in Narcissa's view, it is right to make the inside of the tent as comfortable as possible.
Narcissa saw her son coming to see her sensiblely, and she had been separated from her son for a week, and she was missing her a little bit, so she happily gave Xie Lin a big hug.
For the three girls who came together, Narcissa also received them very warmly, expressing that she liked them very much both openly and secretly, which made the three girls blush with embarrassment.
"Mother, why don't you see your father and brother?" Xie Lin asked.
"Your father donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital not long ago, and now he is dining with several senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge is also here. As for Draco, he went out early. He said he was looking for Goyle and Crabbe. I don't know if it's true...He, the child, has been secretive all summer, he must have a girlfriend..."
Sherin was sweating.
Then, they saw the tents of several acquaintances' families in the first camp area: the camp of the Parkinson family, the camp of the Burster family, the camp of the Runcorn family, the camp of the Nott family...
Xie Lin, several classmates, and the parents of the classmates all sent greetings politely one by one.
Finally got to see Old Knott.
Old Nott is a serious old man, over 60 years old, but his eyes are still sharp.
Schelling expressed his gratitude for the two gifts he received at the end of last semester, and exchanged alchemy with old Knott on an equal footing.Even with old Nott's state of mind, he couldn't help raising his brows slightly for Schelling's alchemy attainments.
How old is this young man, and his alchemy is almost the same as his own. Although Xie Lin benefited a lot from this exchange, Old Nott also gained a lot from it.Old Nott believed that even if Old Bok from another big alchemy family communicated with him, it might not have such an effect.
He sighed in his heart. In his opinion, if his son Theodore wanted to inherit the family business and continue to monopolize the British alchemy industry, it would be quite difficult!
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"Five thirty, from Green Manor." Only one voice said.
The Dartmoor Moors are a vast expanse of desolate, misty swampland.
In front of them stood two weary and sullen wizards, one of them holding a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.
Both were dressed like Muggles, but not very well: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-high galoshes;
"Good morning, Basil," said Gareth, handing the Portkey to the wizard in the pleated skirt.The man threw it into a large box beside him, filled with used portkeys, old newspapers, empty soda cans, and battered footballs.
"Hello, Mr. Greengrass," Basil said wearily, "I'm sorry, we're a little tired. We've been staying here since last night, and just picked up a large group of people from the Black Forest in Germany a quarter of an hour ago...Let me find out where your camp is..." He searched on the parchment list, "Oh, you are in the first camp, just walk across from here, and the camp manager is Mr. Roberts."
"Thanks, Basil," said Gareth, beckoning everyone to follow him.
Although Greengrass kept a low profile, he still needed to show his identity outside, so the camp Gareth reserved was in the first camp—the location was the best, it was the closest to the competition venue, and the neighborhood was full of pure-blood wizard families and noble wizards.If he guessed correctly, Lucius should also book the Malfoy family's camp in that area.
And according to Schelling’s memory of the original book, the Weasleys were also in the first camp, not because of their arrogance, but because Arthur helped Odo Bagman, the younger brother of Ludovic Bagman, director of the Sports Department, get rid of some legal troubles, so Ludovic gave Arthur the best tickets as a thank you.
Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and laughing as they walked through the desolate swamp, barely visible through the thick fog.After walking forward for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house. Behind the stone house, there were hundreds of tents with strange shapes.
They followed the gentle slope of a large field that reached out to a dark wood on the horizon.A man stood by the door, looking over the tents.
Judging from his expression, he was probably the only real Muggle in this large area, and he was Mr. Roberts, the caretaker of the grounds.As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned to look at them.
Steward Morgan went over to talk to him about renting a tent.
Morgarden couldn't tell Muggle money apart, and Roberts was suspicious as he struggled to find it among the large rolls of banknotes.Schelling hurried forward to help Mr. Terry solve this problem, causing everyone to be suspicious. It is undoubtedly a strange thing that the young master of a pure-blood family knows how to distinguish Muggle banknotes.
Several people passed through the entrance of the venue, and a wizard assigned by the Ministry of Magic to be responsible for escorting accompanied them to their camp location.He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were livid shadows under his eyes.
The wizard, who apparently knew both Gareth and Morgarden, kept complaining about the irritating workload that had been on him these days.
"It's terrible, Gareth!" he kept muttering. "That Muggle has caused me a lot of trouble. To keep him happy, he has to cast the Oblivion Charm dozens of times a day. Besides, there are a lot of uneasy wizards and troubles waiting for me."
"Are you the only one busy?!" Gareth said in surprise, "Where are the others?!"
"Forget it, Ludo Bagman's not going to be helpful. It's supposed to be their department, but he's just walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, with no regard for Muggles and safety." He sighed heavily. "God, I wish this was over, it's been a torment. See you later, Gareth!" He then Apparated from where he was.
"I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of the Sports Department," said Astoria, startled. "He should know you can't talk about Bludgers around Muggles, should you?"
"Yes, dear!" Gareth laughed. "Ludo has always been a bit sloppy about safety, but you couldn't ask for a more passionate man to head the Sports Division. You know, he played Quidditch for Great Britain, and he's the best batsman ever for the Wimbourne Hornets."
In the wizarding world, Ludovic Bagman was a very well-known and popular man.
However, upon hearing Gareth's words, Morgan, who had always been taciturn, sneered, "Bagman's past is not as glorious as the rumors say. He was once accused of providing confidential information to the Death Eaters. However, it is undeniable that he is a complete idiot. I doubt whether he knew what he was doing at the time."
Schelling nodded. According to the description in the original book, Ludovic Bagman is indeed a real idiot.
They passed between two long rows of tents, most of which looked like nothing special.Evidently their owners had taken great pains to make them as Muggle tents as possible.However, some have accidentally overdone it, adding chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes to the superfluity, making it nondescript.
Occasionally, there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted.
For example, in the middle of the camp, there is a tent that is particularly conspicuous.It uses a lot of striped silk very extravagantly, and it looks like a small palace. There are several pure white peacocks tied at the entrance, and there is a garden in front of the door, which has a birdbath, sundial, fountain and so on.Xie Lin raised his forehead and lamented that this style is absolutely unmistakable—it is the Malfoy family, and it is still so extravagant, high-profile, public, and domineering.
Gareth sized up Schelling with a half-smile, but continued to head to their camp without commenting.
Not far from the camp of Malfoy's family, there was a dark green tent that had been set up, covering a large area.
The tent was very simple and elegant, with a conical spire soaring into the sky, embroidered with the dark gold Greengrass family crest.Although it looks magnificent, it doesn't look obtrusive. The whole tent doesn't have any fancy things. It's no different from a Muggle yurt, except that it's very big.
Following the crowd into the tent, Xie Lin couldn't help being amazed at the space and furnishings inside. In the corridor facing the foyer, copper pots and other copper kitchen utensils shone with a rose-colored luster.The wooden tabletop is also polished to a shiny finish.Already there were silver cups and saucers, gleaming in the glow of the warm fire.To the side is the dining room and bathroom, with a landscape painting on the wall.Everything is very warm.
A thickly carpeted brown-black staircase stretches upwards, about three stories high.The upper part is full of bedrooms, just like the outside, the space gets narrower as you go up, but the decoration is very stylish.
It's hard to imagine that this is actually a tent, not a vacation villa of a noble family.
Two house-elves, Tiva and Dino, heard the sound, rushed out to greet them, and magically sent everyone's luggage to their respective rooms.After a few people enjoyed the breakfast prepared by the house elves, Gareth and Morgarden planned to visit the family tents they had been friends with on weekdays one by one to carry out social activities that could promote their relationship.
At the request of the curious Astoria, Schelling and the girls had nothing to do, and decided to take a walk in the camp to see it.
Near this camp are pure-blood wizard families and noble wizard families.
There is a tall and majestic tent set up in the shape of a castle, and there are several turrets erected beside it.The most noticeable thing is that there is a very charming fragrance exuding from this tent, which makes people stop and stop, unwilling to leave.
Schelling recognized the boy at the door—Brace Zabini.Beside him stood a beautiful woman.
It was his mother, Madame Chabini.Madame Chapiny was not an easy character. She was married seven times, each of whom died strangely and left her a large inheritance.
Mrs. Sabine is indeed beautiful, with big wavy blond hair, impeccable and exquisite facial features, and a plump and slim figure. The most memorable thing is that she has a special temperament that combines grace, nobility and enchantment. Her every move is full of charming charm.
Xie Lin had seen quite a few beautiful women, not counting the ones he saw on TV and magazines in his previous life. In this life, his mother Narcissa, sister Gulana whom he met not long ago, and vampire prince Elizabeth Bathory were all great beauties, but none of them could give Xie Lin the same visual impact.
A word came to Schelling's mind involuntarily - "Femme Fatale".This French means fatal girl, that is, a beautiful woman with fatal attraction, which can make men often indulge in this dangerous and charming attraction, unable to extricate themselves.Other beauties may make people feel happy or feel pity, but the fatal girl often only makes people addicted and reminds people of something indescribable.
"Hi, Schelling!" Blaise walked over with his mother and greeted Schelling.
When he was in close contact with Mrs. Sabine, a gust of fragrant wind rushed towards his face. Sherrington felt his lips were dry and his heart beat faster.
"Brace, are these your friends? Why don't you introduce them to your mother?" Mrs. Sabini's eyes that seemed to seduce people's souls flickered, and after staying on Xie Lin's body for a few seconds, seeing Xie Lin's eyes calm and calm, she couldn't help raising her red lips slightly. This is a very interesting boy!
Schelling looked straight into Mrs. Sabine's eyes, and introduced himself very naturally: "Auntie, hello, I'm Schelling from the Malfoy family, these two are Daphne and Astoria from the Greengrass family, and this is Meredith from the Shafik family."
"I know your name, Schelling, the youngest Sir Merlin...It really is outstanding. Blaise is so happy to have you as a friend, and I can come to my aunt's house to play more if I have the opportunity..." Mrs. Chabini's attitude was a bit too enthusiastic. Sheering, who had captured everything in his eyes through the magic peeping into the sky, thought to himself, but his face remained calm, and he accepted Mrs. Sabini's invitation calmly.
Afterwards, Sherin visited the Malfoy family's camp with the three girls.
There was only Narcissa in the tent, and she was leisurely directing Lele to make various decorations and decorations for the interior of the tent.
Although Schelling knew that the tent was only used for one day, others didn't know how long the game would last. The last semi-final match lasted five days and five nights!So in Narcissa's view, it is right to make the inside of the tent as comfortable as possible.
Narcissa saw her son coming to see her sensiblely, and she had been separated from her son for a week, and she was missing her a little bit, so she happily gave Xie Lin a big hug.
For the three girls who came together, Narcissa also received them very warmly, expressing that she liked them very much both openly and secretly, which made the three girls blush with embarrassment.
"Mother, why don't you see your father and brother?" Xie Lin asked.
"Your father donated a large sum of money to St. Mungo's Hospital not long ago, and now he is dining with several senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge is also here. As for Draco, he went out early. He said he was looking for Goyle and Crabbe. I don't know if it's true...He, the child, has been secretive all summer, he must have a girlfriend..."
Sherin was sweating.
Then, they saw the tents of several acquaintances' families in the first camp area: the camp of the Parkinson family, the camp of the Burster family, the camp of the Runcorn family, the camp of the Nott family...
Xie Lin, several classmates, and the parents of the classmates all sent greetings politely one by one.
Finally got to see Old Knott.
Old Nott is a serious old man, over 60 years old, but his eyes are still sharp.
Schelling expressed his gratitude for the two gifts he received at the end of last semester, and exchanged alchemy with old Knott on an equal footing.Even with old Nott's state of mind, he couldn't help raising his brows slightly for Schelling's alchemy attainments.
How old is this young man, and his alchemy is almost the same as his own. Although Xie Lin benefited a lot from this exchange, Old Nott also gained a lot from it.Old Nott believed that even if Old Bok from another big alchemy family communicated with him, it might not have such an effect.
He sighed in his heart. In his opinion, if his son Theodore wanted to inherit the family business and continue to monopolize the British alchemy industry, it would be quite difficult!
A few days ago, the author added photos to the important female characters in the book review section, but there is no lsp to comment or like it?
Thank you for the 10 recommended votes from Sky King, 4 recommended votes from ptapobane, 2 recommended votes from Troubleface, and 2 recommended votes from Zixing Yifei. Thank you very much!Recently, several readers in the comment area abandoned the book because the plot was too slow. Thank you very much for your continued support!
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