Chapter 181 Walking on the Road

It was almost noon when Draco emerged from the suitcase with a flushed face.

His hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

The clothes were also in a mess, with some grass debris on them.

He said excitedly upon seeing Hefeth.

"Novia's flying skills are really amazing now. She has learned two new positions. You can try them later. It's awesome!"

Hephis listened to his ambiguous words and coughed twice.

Lucius stared at Draco with a look of astonishment.

He attached great importance to etiquette, and Draco's appearance at this moment made him very angry.

But since Hephes was present, he couldn't get angry.

He could only give Narcissa a look.

Narcissa understood immediately.

She walked forward, sorted out Draco's clothes, and spoke gently.

"You look so sweaty after playing. Go take a shower first. We will have dinner soon."

Draco noticed his father's dark face and realized that something was wrong with him, and his face turned slightly red.

After he apologized in a low voice, he hurried to take a shower.

Then Hermione and Hagrid came out of the suitcases one after another.

As soon as Hagrid saw Hephes, he hugged Hephes with excitement.

"After all these years, you are the first one..."

His face flushed a little, and his throat was a little blocked with excitement.

Hephis patted his arm and said with a soothing smile: "Hagrid, aren't we friends?"

Hagrid hummed twice heavily.

Lunch was relatively simple. After all, since we were at the camp, we had to go out for a walk.

Don't waste all your time eating.

After lunch, they set off in four teams.

Hephaestus and Hermione, Snape and Flora, Draco and Hagrid, Lucius and Narcissa.

Each pair is a couple.

Uh……

There was one couple who weren't, but Draco did bring one back on his way back, so they barely formed a "couple" combination.

There are many foreigners attending this World Cup final.

Hephis and Hermione didn't walk a few steps before they saw a group of middle-aged American wizards.

They sat in a circle and talked a lot.

Between the tents of these wizards, there was a glittering banner with the words "Salem Wizarding Academy" clearly written on it.

Hermione whispered, "Salem, there is actually a wizarding academy? Isn't that a place..."

She didn't continue because they were already approaching the wizards and she didn't want to offend them.

Salem is also known as the "City of Witches" because it was the site of the "witch trials" in which Muggles sued witches, shocking the wizarding world.

Therefore, many witches avoid Salem.

"Hermione, there is a saying that goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place." Hephis explained softly.

"It is precisely because of the witch trials that the locals are more accepting of some strange phenomena. This in turn provides a better cover for witches."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully.

They continued strolling, and soon came to a field of green hills with strange shapes.

These hills are actually tents, except that they are all covered with thick clover.

It was clear that this was a group of enthusiastic Irish supporters.

After all, the Irish team uses the shamrock as its symbol.

Here Hephis and Hermione met many classmates.

After all, most of the students at Hogwarts are from the UK, so it is very normal for them to support the Irish team.

However, there is a fan camp for the Irish team, and naturally there is also a fan camp for the Bulgarian team.

What surprised Hephis was that the two camps were next to each other.

The Ministry of Magic is really careless. Aren’t they afraid that the fans of the two teams will fight?

The white, green and red Bulgarian flag is flying on the tents in the Bulgarian fans' camp.

And every tent had the same poster on it.

It shows a man with a gloomy face and thick, dark eyebrows.

"Who is this?" Hermione asked curiously.

The men on the poster seemed to have heard her question and blinked and frowned at him.

"Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!" Hefeth explained.

He actually didn't know who the person in the picture was.

But at this point in time, he is the one who can be stuck to his tent by all Bulgarian fans.

That could only be Viktor Krum.

In fact, he had watched "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" in his previous life, but he didn't remember much about the plot.

All Hephis knew was that there was some kind of competition, and it was held at Hogwarts.

The game started with a one-shot kill, and Harry slipped away.

The graphics are very good, and every frame is a waste of money.

There is also Hermione's transformation and appearance.

It was then that he put Hermione on his mind.

After all, what man doesn’t like beautiful women?

Mainly because of the contrast.

And that opening was indeed stunning enough.

"He looks so gloomy." Hermione said as she looked at the countless Krums around her.

"It's indeed too gloomy." Hephis nodded in agreement.

They also met a group of beautiful girls from Beauxbatons.

One of the girls also had silver-white hair, and to Hephis she looked a bit like Fulla.

Heffernan and Hermione were wandering around the camp aimlessly. In fact, neither of them was very interested in Quidditch.

But the various bizarre sights were enough to feast their eyes.

The various wizards dressed in strange styles and the unique decorations of their own regions brought by wizards from different countries all made them feel very novel.

Of course, there are also quite a few eye-catching ones, especially a super fat wizard in a bikini.

Hephis almost vomited out the lunch he had digested for three hours.

An afternoon passed by quietly.

A long-suppressed excitement gradually spread throughout the camp.

The wizards couldn't wait to take off their disguises and release their inner passion and excitement.

The entire camp was filled with thick magical fluctuations, welcoming the arrival of the final moment.

The Ministry of Magic also seemed to be in a state of desperation.

No one came out to stop the wizards who were obviously overly excited.

Every few steps, vendors would suddenly appear by Apparition.

They held trays and pushed carts filled with a wide variety of goods.

Flashing green or red rose-shaped badges that scream out the team members' names with a gentle poke.

Those green clover hats, with the clovers on them dancing in the wind.