Chapter 421 Camp

The man who spoke was a tired and gloomy man, holding a large gold watch in his hand, wearing a tweed suit and a pair of thigh-high rubber shoes.

Standing next to him was an equally tired and gloomy man, holding a thick roll of parchment and a feather pen, wearing a pleated skirt and a South American cloak worn by Scottish Highland men.

"Minerva, these two people are dressed so strangely."

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Fish pointed at the two people and said bluntly that he had been in the Muggle world for so long and watched a lot of TV shows, so he had some understanding of Muggle dressing habits. The clothes of these two people were definitely not normal.

Hearing Fish's voice, the two gloomy men raised their heads.

"Professor McGonagall!"

The man holding the parchment changed his previous impatience and shouted with surprise. Although the other man holding the large gold watch was not as excited as his colleague, he also showed respect to Professor McGonagall.

Obviously, the man holding the parchment should be a Gryffindor.

"Basil, and Phyllis," Professor McGonagall nodded to the two and handed over the toy car in her hand, "It's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect you to be in charge of reception. Where are the people from the Sports Department?"

Both of them showed a toothache expression on their faces. Basil, who was wearing a pleated skirt, threw the toy car into the big box next to him and replied angrily: "Bagman is a person who doesn't care about his job. Other departments also have their own excuses. After pushing it back and forth, this unfortunate job was pushed to the Transportation Department, and our office is responsible for managing the door keys..."

He shrugged, "Phyllis and I are unlucky. We got the overtime ticket." Then he turned his head and looked at Fish next to Professor McGonagall, "Is this the child you adopted? What a great guy! Another Who are the other two?"

"Hermione Granger, a student of Gryffindor, Rolf Scamander, Newt's grandson, goes to school in Ilvermorny, America, and is here to play with us today."

"Mr. Scamander's grandson!" Phyllis, who had been silent, became excited, "He is a legend in our Hufflepuff!"

Rolf was confused. He didn't expect his grandfather to be so famous in Hogwarts... He was always bullied by his grandmother at home.

"Sorry, professor, the next group of people will be here soon," after a few greetings, Phyllis looked at the gold watch in his hand and said with some regret: "We will visit you after we finish our work."

Basil was flipping the parchment in his hand, "Your camp is in the first field... It's about a quarter of a mile away. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts, who is a Muggle."

"Well, you have worked hard."

Professor McGonagall nodded, and then took the three little guys to the direction pointed by Basil.

The four of them walked through the deserted swamp for about twenty minutes and came to a small stone house.

In the open space behind the stone house, there were hundreds of strange-shaped tents, which went up along the gentle slope of the large field, and the field stretched all the way to a dark forest on the horizon.

A man stood at the door of the stone house. He was dressed as normal as Phish and the others. He must be the administrator named Roberts.

Phish and the others walked in front of the man, but he seemed to have no reaction and looked a little sluggish.

"He was just cast a forgetfulness spell," Professor McGonagall glanced at Mr. Roberts's situation and immediately determined what was going on, "We just need to wait a while."

Sure enough, after more than ten seconds, Mr. Roberts blinked his eyes, and his originally sluggish expression gradually became lively.

"Oh, hello," he nodded to Professor McGonagall, and then his eyes were attracted by Fish beside him. "Your children are so cute," he praised, his eyes still stayed on Fish, but he was communicating with Professor McGonagall: "I think you should come here to camp too?"

"Yes, McGonagall - a tent, booked three days ago."

"Please wait..." Mr. Roberts withdrew his eyes from Fish, and then turned to look at the form posted on the door of the stone house, "Well, I found it, the location is good, right near the faucet, it will be very convenient to get water... Only stay for one night?"

"Yes."

"Then, pay now, okay?" Mr. Roberts quoted a price.

Professor McGonagall took out a few pounds from her handbag skillfully and handed them to the administrator...

Even if she didn't visit the Granger family, she lived with Muggles when she was a child, so even if the Muggle currency is no longer the same as it was before, Professor McGonagall would not be as flustered as other wizards.

Besides...

This was not her first time watching the Quidditch World Cup, and she was already familiar with similar procedures.

"Here, this is your change." Mr. Roberts took out the change from a tin can and handed it to Professor McGonagall, along with a map, "and the campsite map. Your campsite is in this area."

He enthusiastically drew a circle on the map with his finger. As he said before, there was a faucet sign not far away.

"Thank you."

Professor McGonagall smiled and nodded to him.

Mr. Roberts smiled and waved his hand, saying enthusiastically: "You guys are either old or young, it's your turn, it's your turn... Do you need me to help you set up the tent?"

At this point, he suddenly reacted, looking at the few people who were lightly packed, and asked in confusion: "Where are your luggage and tents?"

"Some companions have already brought them in for us," Hermione said in time: "After all, we don't have much strength."

"Meow?"

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Fish turned his head to look at Hermione, he was so strong!

Just when the cat was unconvinced and wanted to refute, Hermione took the lead and hit his ribs with her elbow...

When she was a guest at Hermione's house before, she often reminded herself of this, so Fish could only frown unwillingly and shut his mouth.

"That's right, can you help me find out where they are? Our companion is called Weasley."

"Oh... they are here," Mr. Roberts looked at the table again, "but their location is a little far from you," he gestured on the map again, "near the woods here."

"Okay, thank you very much."

Professor McGonagall looked at Hermione approvingly, then nodded to the administrator again, took Feishi's hand and walked towards the gate of the camp.

The four of them walked through the gate and into the camp. There were tents everywhere in front of them. Because it was still early, most of the wizards who arrived early were still sleeping in the tents, and only occasionally someone was wandering around.

After walking a distance in the tents, Feishi had already smelled a lot of familiar smells, and he enthusiastically told Hermione and Professor McGonagall about his discovery.

"Oliver is in that direction. Seamus smells stronger over there. Harry and Ron are over here. The big tent in the center should be Draco's. The one next to it is Daphne and Astoria, and there are Pansy, Goyle, Crabbe..."

Hermione followed Fish's hand and looked at the center of the venue. The tents nearby were particularly conspicuous. There were palace-shaped tents, high-rise-shaped tents, and tents with gardens...

In short, no matter how exaggerated, the palace tent pointed out to be Draco's residence had several peacocks tied at the door. The one with the garden was no less impressive, with birdbaths, sundials, fountains, etc.

It was indeed the style of the pure-blood "nobles" of Slytherin.

Hermione curled her lips in disdain, then pulled Fish to speed up and walk forward, not wanting Fish to have any intersection with them.

And Professor McGonagall obviously didn't like those pure-blood families very much. She also quickened her pace. Soon the four of them came to the location of their camp, a small open space with a sign with the word "McGonagall" inserted.

Not far from them, there was another group of people queuing up to get water, and there were a few familiar figures in the queue.

"Harry, Ron, Ginny! Fish is here meow!"

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Recommendation ticket monthly ticket

In the original book, Arthur Weasley couldn't even recognize the face value of the pound, which seemed unreasonable. Not to mention that his job was to deal with Muggle items, couldn't he understand simple Arabic numerals and English? He couldn't even tell the difference between twenty pounds and five pounds... And he had discussed the issue of Muggle currency with Harry and Hermione's parents before.

Rowling probably wanted to show that the wizarding society didn't know much about Muggle things. Those weird clothes and tents were still reasonable, but the description of Arthur in this section was too exaggerated and unreasonable.