Chapter 620 Camp Manager

"I think the last time I used the portkey was..." Mrs. Weasley thought hard, "where was it?"

Mr. Weasley said carelessly, "On the day of the wedding, we moved to several places and almost missed the last door key."

Mrs. Weasley said expressionlessly, "Yeah, if you didn't insist on letting me ride that bicycle, which caused my wedding dress to get caught in the wheels of the bicycle and almost couldn't be pulled out, we would have arrived at the wedding venue long ago."

The little wizards raised their heads and looked at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, only to feel that there were four big golden words on their foreheads, "There is melon to eat".

However, before they could ask more questions, they felt an invisible hook hooked on their navels, and the ground disappeared instantly. They were flying in mid-air, still maintaining the previous gesture of worshiping the God of Boots, and their index fingers were caught by the boots. Holding it firmly, the whole person is like a candle swaying in the wind, floating and floating.

I don’t know how long it had been floating, and after everyone felt that their hairstyle was completely out of sight, Mr. Weasley shouted, "Okay kids, let go!"

"Let go?!" The little wizards subconsciously let go. The sky and the earth began to spin, and the ground appeared beneath them. Almost all of them felt like they were falling from the sky, and fell to the ground without any image. They cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch".

Compared with their embarrassing state, the adult wizards were much more experienced. They landed slowly and leisurely, as if they were immortals falling from the sky, which made the young wizards envious.

At this moment, a moldy boot clattered down next to their heads, splashing countless grass clippings.

"Pfft." Robert spit out the grass clippings in his mouth, quickly helped Hermione up next to him, and used a magic spell to clean the dust off her body. Hermione also took out her wand and used the descaling spell on Robert.

Following their movements was a male voice, "Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain."

They turned around and saw that there were two tired-looking wizards waiting nearby. One of them was holding a golden pocket watch, and the other was holding a quill and parchment, writing records of drawings. What are you wearing?

Both of them looked serious and meticulous, but their clothes made people laugh.

Although one was wearing a suit, he had a pair of very long rain boots on his legs, which seemed to be made of fire dragon skin... The other was slightly better, he was wearing a South American cape, which looked like a square piece of cloth with a hole in the middle. From the clothes that poked her head out, a bright red Scottish plaid skirt could be seen faintly under the cloak, as well as mid-calf socks and small leather boots.

Robert couldn't help but take a second look, and after making sure that the other party was not a cross-dressing man, he turned around in a state of confusion.

Okay, the wizard's taste is indeed amazing.

Hermione seemed to be hesitant to speak. She seemed to want to remind the two of them that Muggles would not dress like them, but she didn't know where to start. She was confused for a while.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory walked over and said hello to them, and asked each other where their camps were, and the Stoat Mountain team separated.

"Weasley, two tents." Mr. Weasley walked up to a man who looked a little smart. Judging from the previous introductions of the two wizards, this was the camp administrator, Mr. Roberts.

The so-called camp is actually a tent camp for wizards. Just like the game they watched a few years ago, wizards will definitely not live in a hotel. In fact, there are no Muggle hotels that can accommodate such people. There are many wizards, so they need an open, sparsely populated place to put down their tents.

This is the wizard's tent camp.

But this time, they happened to choose several pastures not far from the competition venue. With the help of magic, the owners of these pastures dismissed almost all the workers, leaving only a few gatekeepers. The wizards did not drive them away. These gatekeepers instead regarded them as camp managers.

Just make the best use of everything.

The gatekeepers all have one thing in common: they are smart and have accurate and timely premonitions of danger. Therefore, a very embarrassing thing happened.

"Are you having a party? A very big one." Mr. Janitor asked casually, his ears actually perked up. "I mean, a global one."

"What, what's wrong?" Mr. Weasley was a little nervous, "Is something wrong?"

Mr. Janitor had a strange expression on his face. He was rummaging around in an iron box as if he was looking for change for Mr. Weasley. "It's not a big deal. It's just that few people come here. I mean, come all at once." There are so many people here, after all, this is a ranch, not a tourist attraction.”

Mr. Weasley glanced around with guilty eyes, "This..."

"Something has been wrong since a few weeks ago." Mr. Janitor looked hesitant. "The boss suddenly laid off all the workers and gave us a sum of money and paid vacation. Although he has repeatedly stated that the closure will only last two months, But we still have some bad premonitions."

"Hehe...hehe..." Mr. Weasley felt sweat on his forehead.

"I asked some old guys from other ranches." Mr. Gatekeeper sighed, "They said that other ranches are like this. Now I'm a little doubtful, is it..."

"Really?" Mr. Weasley swallowed, subconsciously imitating his tone.

Mr. Janitor's expression was serious, "Is there any poultry disease recently, such as mad cow disease, which broke out on a large scale and swept the entire country, so the boss wants to avoid the limelight."

"Mad cow disease?" Mr. Weasley was confused.

Just when Mr. Janitor was about to continue saying something to Mr. Weasley.

"Boy, look at the road, oh ho, you are like a bludger!" an impassioned voice sounded, and the little wizards turned to look, it was a strong and belly wearing a yellow and black Quidditch robe. The fat man had a strangely shaped giant wasp painted on the chest of his robe. Robert felt that if the clothes were laid flat on the table, the shape of the wasp might not be so ferocious.

The man has a pair of round blue eyes, which looks a bit cunning and shrewd. He has short blond hair and a flat nose. His voice is loud and contagious, which instantly makes him the most dazzling one in the room. young.

"Bludger?" Mr. Janitor said to himself, "Yes, that's the word, along with Quaffle and Golden Snitch." He looked at Mr. Weasley, "Is this your jargon? Yes. The grade of beef or the quality of milk?”

Mr. Weasley was on the verge of tears.

Ludo Bagman!

Old boy, you have hurt me!