Chapter 353 An interesting story about fetching water, you crushed Chong Chong! !
·
He Dian Bai Kai Shui
After touring the tent inside and out, Soul, Hermione and the Weasley brothers were sent to the other end of the camp to get some water, while Mr. Weasley stayed in the camp to prepare for a fire.
Ron had a perfectly valid excuse for his complaint.
"Don't forget to take precautions against Muggle safety regulations!" Mr. Weasley said plausibly, "Real Muggles will make their own fires when camping. I have seen it-"
In fact, he himself had already become interested in the Muggle lifestyle and was eager to try it.
"Quick, where are the things?" Fred and George finally found a chance to get back the Fat Tongue Toffee that was successfully smuggled from home from Sule.
"We're going to see if there's a place where we can exchange these candies for shiny galleons! I'll leave the fetching of water to you!"
"Shall I get it?" Suer watched Fred and George disappear around the corner of a tent, shook his head, and reached out to take the kettle in Hermione's hand that was going to be used to collect water.
By this time, the sun had already risen, and the mist had cleared away. The wizards who had slept had begun to get up one after another, and the camp was very lively.
Soul's other hand took Hermione's little hand. Hermione glanced at him but did not refuse. She held it with her backhand, interlocking her fingers, and the two walked slowly between the tents.
There was a little boy about two years old squatting outside a tent that was set up in the shape of a pyramid. He was holding a wand in his hand and was happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled into a sausage. So big.
When Soul and Hermione walked up to the boy, the boy's mother hurriedly walked out of the tent, and with a popping sound, she snatched the wand from the little boy's hand.
"I've told you many times...Kevin, you - don't - touch - your dad's - wand again!"
But what responded to the young mother was the howling of the little boy.
Soul and Hermione walked past the boy's tent and could still hear the little boy's penetrating cry from a distance ---
"You crushed Chong Chong! You crushed Chong Chong!!"
After walking a while, two little girls, about the same age as the boy just now, flew by on toy broomsticks at low altitude, shouting excitedly, "I saw the Golden Snitch!"
But they hadn't been flying for long when Sur saw a wizard hurried over and stopped them. He should be from the Ministry of Magic, as you could tell from his blue eyes.
The next scene also opened the eyes of Soul and Hermione. They had never seen so many adult wizards gathered in one place.
There were some secretly holding magic wands to light fires, and some wizards holding matches and doubting whether they could start a fire. There were also a group of wizards from the Salem Witch Association sitting around talking and laughing, and there were three African wizards in white robes sitting together. They were chatting incomprehensible words beside a purple fire. Maybe it was the indigenous language of their tribe?
Of course, they met many Hogwarts classmates in the camp. Hannah was led by an old man that Soul saw every year. She sat outside a tent decorated with clovers. Hermione was very happy to I met a good friend here, and the two of them gathered together and chatted excitedly.
Soul rested for a moment beside them, looking around with confusion on his face.
"What are you looking for? Soul." Hannah asked with a blush on her face.
"I'm looking for Neville. I thought he would choose to stay near your tent if he came."
"I wrote to him and asked him," Hannah said calmly. "His grandma wouldn't let him come because they were going to visit a relative."
"You two still write letters to each other during the summer vacation?" Suer teased, "Could it be..."
"Oh, yes." Hannah nodded, "We are going to spend some time together and see."
"Mr. Longbottom is indeed a nice boy." Tom, the bar owner who was making breakfast, turned around and said with a smile, "The family tradition is strict and he is very polite."
Hermione finally didn't forget that she still had the task of fetching water. After hurriedly saying goodbye to Hannah, she took Soul and left.
After walking through this camp uniformly decorated with clovers, we arrived at a white, green and red camping area for fans of the Bulgarian team. The tents here were not covered with any plants like the previous tents, but were replaced by the same posters. There is a face painted on it, with thick black eyebrows, but the expression is not very good, except for blinking, it is frowning.
"Krum is really handsome." A little witch clasped her hands together in front of the poster, staring at the person in the portrait without blinking, and her companions beside her were concerned about whether the man had a spouse.
Hermione kept walking, her eyes lingering on the poster in front of the tent for a while, and then when they left this area, she suddenly turned around and said to Soul.
"Actually, I don't think he is very handsome. He looks too gloomy."
After walking for a while, Hermione suddenly stopped and whispered something with a red face that made Sur doubt her hearing - "You are better looking."
"What did you say?" Su Er laughed, "Say it again, I like to hear it."
But Hermione was already walking quickly forward.
There was already a small queue in front of the water faucet, and many people were waiting to receive the water. In front of Soul and Hermione was an old wizard wearing a printed skirt. A wizard in striped trousers with an anxious look on his face.
"Okay, Archie, you can't walk around in this dress anymore, the Muggle at the gate is already suspicious."
"I don't!" The old wizard named Archie waved his hand impatiently, "Can you stop squawking like a fly in my ears? I just like this dress. I bought it from a Muggle store. It’s here, there can’t be any problems!”
"But only Muggle women wear them!" The wizard waved the trousers in his hand a few times angrily, "Just do it! Put on the one I have in my hand."
"I don't!" Archie fumed. "I'd like to have a wholesome breeze blowing up my ass, thank you!"
Su Er couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard this. He wanted to laugh, but this was obviously impolite.
Hermione couldn't help it anymore. She covered her mouth, bent down and ran away from the team with a trembling body. She didn't come back until Archie filled up the water and left.
He was probably looking for a place to laugh. I wonder what those wizards would think when they saw Hermione giggling.
However, there are too many weird people in the wizarding world, and they may think that Hermione just accidentally touched the tickle grass.
Ron had a perfectly valid excuse for his complaint.
"Don't forget to take precautions against Muggle safety regulations!" Mr. Weasley said plausibly, "Real Muggles will make their own fires when camping. I have seen it-"
In fact, he himself had already become interested in the Muggle lifestyle and was eager to try it.
"Quick, where are the things?" Fred and George finally found a chance to get back the Fat Tongue Toffee that was successfully smuggled from home from Sule.
"We're going to see if there's a place where we can exchange these candies for shiny galleons! I'll leave the fetching of water to you!"
"Shall I get it?" Suer watched Fred and George disappear around the corner of a tent, shook his head, and reached out to take the kettle in Hermione's hand that was going to be used to collect water.
By this time, the sun had already risen, and the mist had cleared away. The wizards who had slept had begun to get up one after another, and the camp was very lively.
Soul's other hand took Hermione's little hand. Hermione glanced at him but did not refuse. She held it with her backhand, interlocking her fingers, and the two walked slowly between the tents.
There was a little boy about two years old squatting outside a tent that was set up in the shape of a pyramid. He was holding a wand in his hand and was happily poking a slug on the grass. The slug slowly swelled into a sausage. So big.
When Soul and Hermione walked up to the boy, the boy's mother hurriedly walked out of the tent, and with a popping sound, she snatched the wand from the little boy's hand.
"I've told you many times...Kevin, you - don't - touch - your dad's - wand again!"
But what responded to the young mother was the howling of the little boy.
Soul and Hermione walked past the boy's tent and could still hear the little boy's penetrating cry from a distance ---
"You crushed Chong Chong! You crushed Chong Chong!!"
After walking a while, two little girls, about the same age as the boy just now, flew by on toy broomsticks at low altitude, shouting excitedly, "I saw the Golden Snitch!"
But they hadn't been flying for long when Sur saw a wizard hurried over and stopped them. He should be from the Ministry of Magic, as you could tell from his blue eyes.
The next scene also opened the eyes of Soul and Hermione. They had never seen so many adult wizards gathered in one place.
There were some secretly holding magic wands to light fires, and some wizards holding matches and doubting whether they could start a fire. There were also a group of wizards from the Salem Witch Association sitting around talking and laughing, and there were three African wizards in white robes sitting together. They were chatting incomprehensible words beside a purple fire. Maybe it was the indigenous language of their tribe?
Of course, they met many Hogwarts classmates in the camp. Hannah was led by an old man that Soul saw every year. She sat outside a tent decorated with clovers. Hermione was very happy to I met a good friend here, and the two of them gathered together and chatted excitedly.
Soul rested for a moment beside them, looking around with confusion on his face.
"What are you looking for? Soul." Hannah asked with a blush on her face.
"I'm looking for Neville. I thought he would choose to stay near your tent if he came."
"I wrote to him and asked him," Hannah said calmly. "His grandma wouldn't let him come because they were going to visit a relative."
"You two still write letters to each other during the summer vacation?" Suer teased, "Could it be..."
"Oh, yes." Hannah nodded, "We are going to spend some time together and see."
"Mr. Longbottom is indeed a nice boy." Tom, the bar owner who was making breakfast, turned around and said with a smile, "The family tradition is strict and he is very polite."
Hermione finally didn't forget that she still had the task of fetching water. After hurriedly saying goodbye to Hannah, she took Soul and left.
After walking through this camp uniformly decorated with clovers, we arrived at a white, green and red camping area for fans of the Bulgarian team. The tents here were not covered with any plants like the previous tents, but were replaced by the same posters. There is a face painted on it, with thick black eyebrows, but the expression is not very good, except for blinking, it is frowning.
"Krum is really handsome." A little witch clasped her hands together in front of the poster, staring at the person in the portrait without blinking, and her companions beside her were concerned about whether the man had a spouse.
Hermione kept walking, her eyes lingering on the poster in front of the tent for a while, and then when they left this area, she suddenly turned around and said to Soul.
"Actually, I don't think he is very handsome. He looks too gloomy."
After walking for a while, Hermione suddenly stopped and whispered something with a red face that made Sur doubt her hearing - "You are better looking."
"What did you say?" Su Er laughed, "Say it again, I like to hear it."
But Hermione was already walking quickly forward.
There was already a small queue in front of the water faucet, and many people were waiting to receive the water. In front of Soul and Hermione was an old wizard wearing a printed skirt. A wizard in striped trousers with an anxious look on his face.
"Okay, Archie, you can't walk around in this dress anymore, the Muggle at the gate is already suspicious."
"I don't!" The old wizard named Archie waved his hand impatiently, "Can you stop squawking like a fly in my ears? I just like this dress. I bought it from a Muggle store. It’s here, there can’t be any problems!”
"But only Muggle women wear them!" The wizard waved the trousers in his hand a few times angrily, "Just do it! Put on the one I have in my hand."
"I don't!" Archie fumed. "I'd like to have a wholesome breeze blowing up my ass, thank you!"
Su Er couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard this. He wanted to laugh, but this was obviously impolite.
Hermione couldn't help it anymore. She covered her mouth, bent down and ran away from the team with a trembling body. She didn't come back until Archie filled up the water and left.
He was probably looking for a place to laugh. I wonder what those wizards would think when they saw Hermione giggling.
However, there are too many weird people in the wizarding world, and they may think that Hermione just accidentally touched the tickle grass.
