Chapter 470 Camp and War Dance
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 470 Camp and War Dance
"Five past seven, from Ferret Hill!"
A voice rang in Harry's ear.
Harry stood up unsteadily, brushing his hair.
"Wang!" Sirius' voice sounded.
"Why do you still bring the dog! How did you bring it here?" The voice sounded again, and he asked very curiously.
When Harry wasn't so dizzy, he finally looked up and saw his surroundings.
Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Diggory, whom they met halfway, stood with Cedric, cleaning dirt from themselves.
The rest of them were not much better off than Harry. They were all supporting each other, swaying, and the old shoe that served as a portkey was being held by a wizard, who held a large gold watch in the other hand.
Another wizard, holding a thick piece of parchment and a quill, is questioning each person and recording their names.
Besides, they were also very curious about how Harry and his party brought a big black dog here.
However, the two wizards were only a little surprised, and ignored it.
Both of them were very tired, with two thick dark circles around their eyes, and their voices were listless.
And besides that, they were trying to look like Muggles, but the look...was beyond words.
One was wearing a kilt and Hawaiian kilt, oh, and a South American cape, and his colleague was not much better... He wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes underneath.
It's like escaping from a mental hospital.
"Good morning, Basil."
"Hello, Arthur!"
"...You guys need to go forward..."
"—Ah—ha!"
Basil yawned wearily, and threw the old leather shoe (the door key) into the big wooden box next to him.
"...The first camp is ahead, let me see what is the name of your management Muggle?...Oh, it's Roberts. Digory, you are in the second camp..."
After parting from Digory and Cedric, Harry followed Mr. Weasley through the foggy swamp to a campsite.
There are thousands of tents standing on a gentle slope.
There is a wooden house and a stone gate at the front of the gentle slope.
That poor Muggle named Roberts was in charge of registration there, all kinds of weirdly dressed wizards, and their strange behaviors made this guy's SM value crazy.
If it weren't for the wizards working in the Ministry who used the Oblivion Charm every half hour to keep the Muggle in a good mood, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to stay here at all.
After Harry and the others registered, they entered the camp, where tents were lined up neatly.
Most of the tents are nothing special, except for the superfluous chimneys, bell ropes, weathervanes and the like, most of which are similar to Muggle ones.
But there are also some extremely exaggerated ones.
Those with their own gardens, swimming pools and fountains are relatively restrained.
A magic tent full of Middle Eastern characteristics stands in the center of the camp. A lot of brightly colored silk is used extravagantly on it. It is like building a palace. There are several live peacocks, elephants, and even lions tied to the entrance. The precious patterned carpet is spread from the inside to the outside.
But this is not the most exaggerated, the tent opposite is even more suspicious...
A tent-like building with only a roof... The stone hut below is shining slightly,
The stone door of the hut is full of people coming and going, like a monster swallowing people, people lined up and kept entering.
It seemed like a banquet was going on inside, and there were bursts of cheers... From time to time, wizards whom Mr. Weasley knew would come from inside to greet them... Most of the wizards who came out had wreaths around their necks and a large glass of beer in their hands... They ran around the camp as if they were drunk, cheering loudly.
But the more shocking thing came later,
After a while... Dozens of wizards with shirtless arms and thighs squeezed out of that stone gate, and most of them were foreigners (occasionally mixed with two European-looking wizards).
"This is too much!"
"Did those gringos completely take the local Muggles for fools..."
When dozens of wizards filed out of the stone gate, wearing grass skirts and animal skin skirts, dancing the [Maori War Dance].
It was completely stunned by Weasley and his party...or shocked everyone present.
—Chicaca! !
- ha ha! ! !
——Brother Yaya! !
Weird roar, distorted expression, bloodshot eyes, mouth open, tongue sticking out and wriggling... making menacing movements, some kind of tattoo on the chin with blue-black paint...
The dancing and roaring... is filled with a wild and primal magic.
--what!
- bang bang!
(They squatted in a horse stance) Dozens of thick thighs and arms were clapped like that, making a loud noise.
With the sound, sparks splashed continuously under their feet, and every time there was a rhythmic sound, the sparks would fall down with them, swirling with the wind, floating... slowly disappearing...
- Crack, crack!
— drink! !
--what!
This movement...attracted the Muggle who was in a daze because of the [Forgetting Curse] just now.
"Is this a Maori war dance? New Zealanders? What kind of tricks are they playing here?" The Muggle named Roberts walked over from behind and was stunned when he saw this scene.
Not to mention him, the wizard who was wearing bloomers...and maintaining the order of the camp was also holding a wand, and just stood there blankly, almost forgetting what he was going to do
"it is good!"
——Crack!
When these 'Maori wizards' stomped their feet to end the dance for the last time, a tall man with a burly body and a fat stomach suddenly started clapping his hands.
——Crack!
He led everyone (even Muggle Roberts and Harry) to applaud everything.
The wizards of the Maori war dance gradually dispersed among the crowd (and the flames that rose with it disappeared), but the wizards who gathered from other camps did not leave so easily.
The sorcerer who cheered loudly seemed to have springs on his feet, and started bouncing around to say hello to the crowd.
Seems like everyone knows this guy.
"Ahoy! Ludo! You guys... well done! I saw the England game..."
"Good job, Ludo!"
"Brother Bagman!"
Ludo Bagman shook hands with everyone, patted shoulders, hugged... making this place his own party, and finally he walked over to the Weasleys like a giant wasp.
"Haha!" Mr. Weasley greeted him with a smile, "The most popular person at the moment! Ludo!"
"Arthur, old man!"
The two hugged and seemed very close.
Ludo Bagman wears a Quidditch robe with yellow and black stripes and a bumblebee on the chest,
He had a flat nose, round blue eyes, short short blond hair, flushed face, and looked very excited.
"Come on, Ludo, let me introduce you... This is my youngest son Ron, George, and Fred, and this is my daughter Ginny... Of course you know them all... That's Ron's friend Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter!"
Bagman was looking around casually, but when he heard Harry's name, he showed a slightly surprised look, and his eyes immediately flicked to the scar on Harry's forehead, which Harry was used to.
Bagman smiled all over his face, immediately making the atmosphere a little more relaxed.
Then he asked a little eagerly, "Arthur? You... where is your son Ron's other friend? The one called McGuffin Albert?"
"He? He didn't come... I don't know what happened to Albus Dumbledore, and he stayed at Hogwarts..."
"No, don't you know? Weasley...that old witch Mafalda Hopkirk, under the instigation of other pure-blood wizards, insisted on embarrassing this little wizard and Dumbledore who have recently become famous...She said she would strictly follow the regulations of the Ministry of Magic!"
"They have signed an administrative order from the Ministry of Magic...the little wizard must go to the Ministry of Magic's Prohibition of Misuse of Magic to report today, but almost everyone in their department came here today to watch the Quidditch World Cup..."
"So to a large extent, McGuffin Albert should be there... came to find someone... I only found out about it this morning." Ludo said.
"That old fool Mafalda, how dare they!" Mr. Weasley was furious when he heard the news, and immediately wanted to find the little wizard in a hurry.
"Don't worry, Arthur! I heard a piece of news this morning... If I'm not mistaken, almost all the people working in the ministry will gather in this camp later." Bagman said pretending to be mysterious.
"Why?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Because... ah, it's started. You'll find out after a while, let's enjoy the next performance first, shall we?"
"What show?"
"Dad, you can't believe—"
Bill, Charlie, and Percy suddenly appeared in mid-air. After they landed, they strode towards Harry and the others.
Among them, Percy held a copy of "Daily Prophet" with a shocked face, and ran over yelling.
Panting, he thrust the newspaper into Mr. Weasley's hand and pointed to the headline on it.
"Look!"
——[From the east the "big wave" flocks to the west]
——[The ancient magic kingdom further opens the door to communication]
- The Chinese Ministry of Magic, mediated by the 'Zhang Family of Wizards' in Hong Kong, and at the invitation of Minister Cornelius Fudge of the Ministry of Magic, will send a delegation to attend... the upcoming Quidditch World Cup and perform at its opening ceremony...
——Delegations from other countries have also expressed their participation...
——Japan and South Korea will also send delegations and say they will perform at the opening ceremony...
——The New Zealand shaman [Sri Lanka Yami Society] said that he will perform a Maori magic war dance with nearly a hundred people...
——The Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria and Ireland expressed their dissatisfaction. They believed that this Quidditch match was a wonderful final of the two national teams, rather than a stage for political exchanges...
"No wonder, no wonder..." Weasley shook the newspaper and looked at Ludo.
--what!
But at this time, the Muggle screamed strangely in fright, fell to the ground in a panic, and backed away with both hands and feet.
Harry and the others looked up——
call!call!
The wind blows stronger and stronger from the stone gate.
A thick white fog billowed out, almost obscuring the sight of everyone around.
Some kind of flute-like sound, a very ethereal melody began to echo here.
"Kids, hold your hands tight and stand where you are...Percy, watch George and Fred closely...Charlie, Bill get out your wand...Damn it, this is a Japanese shrine...These gringos are crazy to perform this ritual magic here!"
Mr. Weasley's angry voice... came from far or near, faintly and heavily from all directions.
"Woo, woo--"
A series of sounds that seemed to be crying but not crying sounded, sad and empty, full of nostalgia and sadness...
In the hazy fog, Harry saw a witch wearing a white fox mask. She was dressed in an exotic costume and slowly rose from the ground like a puff of smoke.
Beside her... many silver-white ghosts circle back and forth,
The faint blue flames continuously rotated back and forth as the leaping dancers turned into weird and terrifying masks.
There are also various hand-held musical instruments, or wizards with half-masks dancing folding fans to cover some blue-white faces, looming in the mist, appearing back and forth... waving limbs and heads, performing dances that local wizards cannot understand.
Weird and mysterious... desolate and penetrating,
The performance in the mist seems to be slowly telling people the story of wizards in ancient times.
The voice is sometimes sad, sometimes angry...high and screaming, deep and stern laughter is full of it,
As if telling everyone something, some inexplicable taste and feeling tightly clutched their hearts.
This mysterious and convincing performance was like a chisel prying open Harry's brain, which immediately woke up his drowsy brain.
The performance is constantly tense, and all kinds of strange and monsters with masks appear one by one...
Until the end, as the music grows harsher...the performance reaches its climax...
then,
stopped abruptly—
boom!
With a muffled sound in the mist, the witch disappeared and the fog dissipated.
There is no trace of anything.
As if nothing happened, it happened.
"What's going on?" Weasley asked Ludo next to him angrily after confirming that no one had disappeared.
"This is a performance by the Japanese Ministry of Magic... After learning that the Chinese Ministry of Magic will participate in the opening performance of this opening ceremony, the relevant personnel of the foreign Ministry of Magic sent letters to participate, but they did not make relevant preparations and exercises at all... So they had to temporarily perform in the camp... It doesn't matter, they have a sense of proportion." Bagman comforted Mr. Weasley.
At this time, the Muggle was screaming and running like crazy, causing Bagman to frown. He said loudly, "Someone will take the Muggle away... Remember to cast the [Forgetting Curse], this camp doesn't need a Muggle registrar..."
After he arranged everything, he suddenly shouted in a certain direction in the sky.
"Look, here they come. Those Japanese wizards..."
Harry followed Bagman's finger to the sky.
Huge petrels, riding wizards in golden robes roaring down from the sky,
In addition, a strange laugh like thunder sounded, and a smell of burnt wood wafted from afar.
A huge carriage with only two huge wheels and nothing to pull it made a terrifying loud noise... Rolling from afar, it landed on the open ground.
Only then did Harry see that the two huge wheels were actually the head of some kind of monster with a cyan face, blood-colored eyes, and a mouth full of fangs.
Their huge, spiky tongues licked their black lips, and then roared at the wizards around them, making terrifying and threatening sounds.
What made Harry and the others gasp even more was that the witch wearing a fox mask who was performing here was actually wearing a large group of wizards with various weird masks and traditional Japanese priest costumes slowly floating down from the carriage.
Like paper, or ghosts.
--ah!Wow!
At this time, the Muggle who hadn't been taken away shouted and broke the silence, obviously the performance just now had scared him crazy.
"Here comes the fox...disappears and reappears..."
(End of this chapter)
"Five past seven, from Ferret Hill!"
A voice rang in Harry's ear.
Harry stood up unsteadily, brushing his hair.
"Wang!" Sirius' voice sounded.
"Why do you still bring the dog! How did you bring it here?" The voice sounded again, and he asked very curiously.
When Harry wasn't so dizzy, he finally looked up and saw his surroundings.
Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Diggory, whom they met halfway, stood with Cedric, cleaning dirt from themselves.
The rest of them were not much better off than Harry. They were all supporting each other, swaying, and the old shoe that served as a portkey was being held by a wizard, who held a large gold watch in the other hand.
Another wizard, holding a thick piece of parchment and a quill, is questioning each person and recording their names.
Besides, they were also very curious about how Harry and his party brought a big black dog here.
However, the two wizards were only a little surprised, and ignored it.
Both of them were very tired, with two thick dark circles around their eyes, and their voices were listless.
And besides that, they were trying to look like Muggles, but the look...was beyond words.
One was wearing a kilt and Hawaiian kilt, oh, and a South American cape, and his colleague was not much better... He wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes underneath.
It's like escaping from a mental hospital.
"Good morning, Basil."
"Hello, Arthur!"
"...You guys need to go forward..."
"—Ah—ha!"
Basil yawned wearily, and threw the old leather shoe (the door key) into the big wooden box next to him.
"...The first camp is ahead, let me see what is the name of your management Muggle?...Oh, it's Roberts. Digory, you are in the second camp..."
After parting from Digory and Cedric, Harry followed Mr. Weasley through the foggy swamp to a campsite.
There are thousands of tents standing on a gentle slope.
There is a wooden house and a stone gate at the front of the gentle slope.
That poor Muggle named Roberts was in charge of registration there, all kinds of weirdly dressed wizards, and their strange behaviors made this guy's SM value crazy.
If it weren't for the wizards working in the Ministry who used the Oblivion Charm every half hour to keep the Muggle in a good mood, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to stay here at all.
After Harry and the others registered, they entered the camp, where tents were lined up neatly.
Most of the tents are nothing special, except for the superfluous chimneys, bell ropes, weathervanes and the like, most of which are similar to Muggle ones.
But there are also some extremely exaggerated ones.
Those with their own gardens, swimming pools and fountains are relatively restrained.
A magic tent full of Middle Eastern characteristics stands in the center of the camp. A lot of brightly colored silk is used extravagantly on it. It is like building a palace. There are several live peacocks, elephants, and even lions tied to the entrance. The precious patterned carpet is spread from the inside to the outside.
But this is not the most exaggerated, the tent opposite is even more suspicious...
A tent-like building with only a roof... The stone hut below is shining slightly,
The stone door of the hut is full of people coming and going, like a monster swallowing people, people lined up and kept entering.
It seemed like a banquet was going on inside, and there were bursts of cheers... From time to time, wizards whom Mr. Weasley knew would come from inside to greet them... Most of the wizards who came out had wreaths around their necks and a large glass of beer in their hands... They ran around the camp as if they were drunk, cheering loudly.
But the more shocking thing came later,
After a while... Dozens of wizards with shirtless arms and thighs squeezed out of that stone gate, and most of them were foreigners (occasionally mixed with two European-looking wizards).
"This is too much!"
"Did those gringos completely take the local Muggles for fools..."
When dozens of wizards filed out of the stone gate, wearing grass skirts and animal skin skirts, dancing the [Maori War Dance].
It was completely stunned by Weasley and his party...or shocked everyone present.
—Chicaca! !
- ha ha! ! !
——Brother Yaya! !
Weird roar, distorted expression, bloodshot eyes, mouth open, tongue sticking out and wriggling... making menacing movements, some kind of tattoo on the chin with blue-black paint...
The dancing and roaring... is filled with a wild and primal magic.
--what!
- bang bang!
(They squatted in a horse stance) Dozens of thick thighs and arms were clapped like that, making a loud noise.
With the sound, sparks splashed continuously under their feet, and every time there was a rhythmic sound, the sparks would fall down with them, swirling with the wind, floating... slowly disappearing...
- Crack, crack!
— drink! !
--what!
This movement...attracted the Muggle who was in a daze because of the [Forgetting Curse] just now.
"Is this a Maori war dance? New Zealanders? What kind of tricks are they playing here?" The Muggle named Roberts walked over from behind and was stunned when he saw this scene.
Not to mention him, the wizard who was wearing bloomers...and maintaining the order of the camp was also holding a wand, and just stood there blankly, almost forgetting what he was going to do
"it is good!"
——Crack!
When these 'Maori wizards' stomped their feet to end the dance for the last time, a tall man with a burly body and a fat stomach suddenly started clapping his hands.
——Crack!
He led everyone (even Muggle Roberts and Harry) to applaud everything.
The wizards of the Maori war dance gradually dispersed among the crowd (and the flames that rose with it disappeared), but the wizards who gathered from other camps did not leave so easily.
The sorcerer who cheered loudly seemed to have springs on his feet, and started bouncing around to say hello to the crowd.
Seems like everyone knows this guy.
"Ahoy! Ludo! You guys... well done! I saw the England game..."
"Good job, Ludo!"
"Brother Bagman!"
Ludo Bagman shook hands with everyone, patted shoulders, hugged... making this place his own party, and finally he walked over to the Weasleys like a giant wasp.
"Haha!" Mr. Weasley greeted him with a smile, "The most popular person at the moment! Ludo!"
"Arthur, old man!"
The two hugged and seemed very close.
Ludo Bagman wears a Quidditch robe with yellow and black stripes and a bumblebee on the chest,
He had a flat nose, round blue eyes, short short blond hair, flushed face, and looked very excited.
"Come on, Ludo, let me introduce you... This is my youngest son Ron, George, and Fred, and this is my daughter Ginny... Of course you know them all... That's Ron's friend Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter!"
"Harry Potter!"
Bagman was looking around casually, but when he heard Harry's name, he showed a slightly surprised look, and his eyes immediately flicked to the scar on Harry's forehead, which Harry was used to.
Bagman smiled all over his face, immediately making the atmosphere a little more relaxed.
Then he asked a little eagerly, "Arthur? You... where is your son Ron's other friend? The one called McGuffin Albert?"
"He? He didn't come... I don't know what happened to Albus Dumbledore, and he stayed at Hogwarts..."
"No, don't you know? Weasley...that old witch Mafalda Hopkirk, under the instigation of other pure-blood wizards, insisted on embarrassing this little wizard and Dumbledore who have recently become famous...She said she would strictly follow the regulations of the Ministry of Magic!"
"They have signed an administrative order from the Ministry of Magic...the little wizard must go to the Ministry of Magic's Prohibition of Misuse of Magic to report today, but almost everyone in their department came here today to watch the Quidditch World Cup..."
"So to a large extent, McGuffin Albert should be there... came to find someone... I only found out about it this morning." Ludo said.
"That old fool Mafalda, how dare they!" Mr. Weasley was furious when he heard the news, and immediately wanted to find the little wizard in a hurry.
"Don't worry, Arthur! I heard a piece of news this morning... If I'm not mistaken, almost all the people working in the ministry will gather in this camp later." Bagman said pretending to be mysterious.
"Why?" Harry asked anxiously.
"Because... ah, it's started. You'll find out after a while, let's enjoy the next performance first, shall we?"
"What show?"
"Dad, you can't believe—"
Bill, Charlie, and Percy suddenly appeared in mid-air. After they landed, they strode towards Harry and the others.
Among them, Percy held a copy of "Daily Prophet" with a shocked face, and ran over yelling.
Panting, he thrust the newspaper into Mr. Weasley's hand and pointed to the headline on it.
"Look!"
——[From the east the "big wave" flocks to the west]
——[The ancient magic kingdom further opens the door to communication]
- The Chinese Ministry of Magic, mediated by the 'Zhang Family of Wizards' in Hong Kong, and at the invitation of Minister Cornelius Fudge of the Ministry of Magic, will send a delegation to attend... the upcoming Quidditch World Cup and perform at its opening ceremony...
——Delegations from other countries have also expressed their participation...
——Japan and South Korea will also send delegations and say they will perform at the opening ceremony...
——The New Zealand shaman [Sri Lanka Yami Society] said that he will perform a Maori magic war dance with nearly a hundred people...
——The Ministry of Magic of Bulgaria and Ireland expressed their dissatisfaction. They believed that this Quidditch match was a wonderful final of the two national teams, rather than a stage for political exchanges...
"No wonder, no wonder..." Weasley shook the newspaper and looked at Ludo.
--what!
But at this time, the Muggle screamed strangely in fright, fell to the ground in a panic, and backed away with both hands and feet.
Harry and the others looked up——
call!call!
The wind blows stronger and stronger from the stone gate.
A thick white fog billowed out, almost obscuring the sight of everyone around.
Some kind of flute-like sound, a very ethereal melody began to echo here.
"Kids, hold your hands tight and stand where you are...Percy, watch George and Fred closely...Charlie, Bill get out your wand...Damn it, this is a Japanese shrine...These gringos are crazy to perform this ritual magic here!"
Mr. Weasley's angry voice... came from far or near, faintly and heavily from all directions.
"Woo, woo--"
A series of sounds that seemed to be crying but not crying sounded, sad and empty, full of nostalgia and sadness...
In the hazy fog, Harry saw a witch wearing a white fox mask. She was dressed in an exotic costume and slowly rose from the ground like a puff of smoke.
Beside her... many silver-white ghosts circle back and forth,
The faint blue flames continuously rotated back and forth as the leaping dancers turned into weird and terrifying masks.
There are also various hand-held musical instruments, or wizards with half-masks dancing folding fans to cover some blue-white faces, looming in the mist, appearing back and forth... waving limbs and heads, performing dances that local wizards cannot understand.
Weird and mysterious... desolate and penetrating,
The performance in the mist seems to be slowly telling people the story of wizards in ancient times.
The voice is sometimes sad, sometimes angry...high and screaming, deep and stern laughter is full of it,
As if telling everyone something, some inexplicable taste and feeling tightly clutched their hearts.
This mysterious and convincing performance was like a chisel prying open Harry's brain, which immediately woke up his drowsy brain.
The performance is constantly tense, and all kinds of strange and monsters with masks appear one by one...
Until the end, as the music grows harsher...the performance reaches its climax...
then,
stopped abruptly—
boom!
With a muffled sound in the mist, the witch disappeared and the fog dissipated.
There is no trace of anything.
As if nothing happened, it happened.
"What's going on?" Weasley asked Ludo next to him angrily after confirming that no one had disappeared.
"This is a performance by the Japanese Ministry of Magic... After learning that the Chinese Ministry of Magic will participate in the opening performance of this opening ceremony, the relevant personnel of the foreign Ministry of Magic sent letters to participate, but they did not make relevant preparations and exercises at all... So they had to temporarily perform in the camp... It doesn't matter, they have a sense of proportion." Bagman comforted Mr. Weasley.
At this time, the Muggle was screaming and running like crazy, causing Bagman to frown. He said loudly, "Someone will take the Muggle away... Remember to cast the [Forgetting Curse], this camp doesn't need a Muggle registrar..."
After he arranged everything, he suddenly shouted in a certain direction in the sky.
"Look, here they come. Those Japanese wizards..."
Harry followed Bagman's finger to the sky.
Huge petrels, riding wizards in golden robes roaring down from the sky,
In addition, a strange laugh like thunder sounded, and a smell of burnt wood wafted from afar.
A huge carriage with only two huge wheels and nothing to pull it made a terrifying loud noise... Rolling from afar, it landed on the open ground.
Only then did Harry see that the two huge wheels were actually the head of some kind of monster with a cyan face, blood-colored eyes, and a mouth full of fangs.
Their huge, spiky tongues licked their black lips, and then roared at the wizards around them, making terrifying and threatening sounds.
What made Harry and the others gasp even more was that the witch wearing a fox mask who was performing here was actually wearing a large group of wizards with various weird masks and traditional Japanese priest costumes slowly floating down from the carriage.
Like paper, or ghosts.
--ah!Wow!
At this time, the Muggle who hadn't been taken away shouted and broke the silence, obviously the performance just now had scared him crazy.
"Here comes the fox...disappears and reappears..."
(End of this chapter)
