Reborn Harry Potter

Another group of people suddenly flashed in front of the two wizards.

"Five forty, from Weasel Mountain." The wizard with the gold watch shouted hastily.

The wizard with the parchment put a check mark on the parchment.

This group of people is clearly two families.

A large family with fiery red hair, they were the Weasleys.

Another family is a father with several sons.

"Arthur, your camp is divided into the first camp, Diggory, you are in the second camp, in that direction..." the wizard holding the parchment said wearily.

"Basil, why are you so tired?"

Basil said: "I stayed up all night, I'm too sleepy, but someone will pick up our shift in a while."

"Mr. Basil, who are those people?" George pointed to a group of people who were almost out of sight.

They were dressed brightly, pink, white, blue, colorful, very different from ordinary wizards' clothes, and they were walking through the swamp.

Basil said, "Oh, that's Harry Potter and his staff, you know, they're all Muggles..."

When Ginny heard Harry's name, she thought with some disappointment: If she could have come a few minutes earlier, would she have been able to meet Harry.

Another family, a boy behind the wizard Diggory, heard Harry's name, and his eyes turned dark, strange, and full of anger.

"Cedric, it's your old friend." One of his older brothers said strangely.

"Shut up!" Cedric stared at his brother.

His elder brother was so horrified by this look that he didn't dare to laugh anymore.

……

In the uninhabited swampland, the dense fog is getting heavier and heavier.

Harry waved his hand, and the dense fog was separated by two transparent walls of air, creating a passage.

After a while, a door appeared ahead, and then a small stone house.

Behind the stone house, hundreds of tents with strange shapes have been set up. The tents are built along the gentle slope of the large field behind, occupying a large area of ​​grass.

The site extends to a dark wood on the horizon.

Seeing Harry and the others coming, the man at the door greeted them.

Harry immediately allowed the fog to gather again.

But it's too late.

The man kept looking behind the group of them and rubbed his eyes.

"Just now, I seem to see that the thick fog has been pushed away? It's very neat, like it has been cut." The man said suspiciously.

"You're mistaken," said Harry.

"No, I'm very confident in my eyes." The man said solemnly.

"You read it wrong." Harry reminded again.

"I can swear to Jesus," the man said.

"Well, you're right," said Harry.

Then he reached out and snapped his fingers in front of the man.

The man's eyes suddenly became slack, and he was in a trance.

After a few seconds, his memory was altered.

His eyes became clear again, and he looked at a cold and beautiful woman with a strong aura and full of competence in Harry's group.

Some nervously said: "Good morning, may I ask, are you also here to rent the venue? Like those people who live in tents behind?"

The woman he was questioning was wearing a suit of elite women in the workplace, a small dress, and a hip skirt, and she was the center of everyone at first glance.

His eyesight was right, this woman with a raised butt and long legs was Troy Hill, the manager of the Leaky Cauldron that Harry had hired.

Troy first glanced at Harry, seeing that he had no special reaction, and then said, "Good morning, are you Mr. Roberts?"

"Yes."

This Muggle Roberts must have never talked to such a beautiful and confident woman, especially with a group of girls who are so beautiful, he hardly dared to look into Troy's eyes.

"Well, we're renting a piece of land," Troy said.

Hermione said: "What's going on? Just now... told the people in our place that they have rented your land."

Roberts said embarrassingly: "They paid too little money, and finally decided to only pay a part of the money, and I will charge everyone who comes here a little more."

Hermione said, "So... the Ministry of Magic is so poor?"

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Roberts asked.

"Nothing," said Hermione.

"Then how many days do you want to rent?" Roberts said.

"One day," Troy said.

"Well, one pound each," said Roberts.

Zhang Qiu took out a £[-] note from his pocket and handed it to Roberts.

Roberts started rummaging for change from a battered tin in his hand.

He asked curiously: "What are you people doing? It's weird, it seems that there are people from all countries in the world. And they all know each other. Are you going to attend some big party?"

"No comment." Troy said coldly.

Roberts was deflated, and the money was changed faster.

……

Harry led a group of beautiful girls into a tented camp.

The tents were not neatly arranged, rather crowded and scattered. It seemed that wizards were not good at setting up tents in the way of Muggles, so they just set up them randomly.

Most of the tents were very ordinary, and their owners tried to make them as Muggle as possible, but it was a bit exaggerated.

Some tents have chimneys, road signs, and windmills on them, which is weird enough.

In the center of the camp, there is a small piece of unique tents, which cover a large area and look very luxurious.

"Mom said that when it comes to this time, everyone gets together and wants to show off and compare," Astoria said.

The tents near here have a large open space, and the ordinary tents around them don't want to get too close, because they are always uncomfortable in comparison.

Hermione found a clearing in it and threw a glass bead.

The glazed beads fell on the ground and expanded suddenly, turning into a silver villa, four stories high, with gardens, corona, fountains and other decorations in front of the gate, surrounded by a circle of railings, standing on it Many toy guards are patrolling back and forth, and there are a few tigers and lions lying in the yard.

"Amazing!"

"Like magic!"

"Stupid, this is magic!"

The girls rushed into the villa excitedly.

"My God, this villa is so perfect, it's so big inside."

"There is a home theater."

"There is also a karaoke room."

“There is even an indoor swimming pool on the first floor.”

"Is this a kitchen, God, if my mother had a kitchen like this, she would marry me to any man."

"Is this the power of magic?"

"No, it's not the power of magic, it's the power of money! I bought it for more than 1000 Galleons." Harry said as he walked into the villa.

The girls' excitement slowly faded away, worrying that their presumptuousness just now would make Harry angry.

Harry wasn't angry.

Hermione looked up at the huge space, bit Harry's ear, and said, "Evil capitalist."

Harry: "..."

"Okay, let's prepare breakfast first, the camping has begun." Harry said.

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