[HP] Hogwarts students

At about four o'clock in the morning, my mother knocked on the door softly: "Girls, get up. It's time to change clothes and leave."

The sun has not yet risen, the night is still dotted with stars, the gray morning mist covers the bright moonlight, and now Xiaoliuzhi Street is hazy and dark.

Almost everyone dressed and washed sleepily, and with the rustling sound, we finally finished tidying up at 04:30.Dad stuffed all the luggage into the trunk of the car, and when he saw my puzzled eyes, he hissed me secretly: "Arthur helped me change it...you know, Arthur Weasley, now the backup Three elephants can fit in the crate!"

"Are we going to drive?" Hearing footsteps behind me, I changed the subject knowingly, "What about grandpa?"

"Grandpa and Eva Apparate." Dad blinked at me, watching Mom carry Brian into the car, "Scott's Apparation certificate failed... Betty and Howard had to use the door with them The key goes."

"He hasn't passed the test yet?!" I yelled in surprise, "How many years has he been taking the test? Even Linda passed it once."

Dad shrugged and helped Hermione pack all her suitcases into the trunk before closing the door with his back to us.Hermione asked me about Apparating in a low voice, and she perked up at the mention of the exam.

When everyone got on the bus one by one, I realized that the journey took two hours!Besides the original magazines in the car, I didn't prepare anything to pass the time. Even if we chatted with Hermione, we couldn't talk about too many intimate things. The parents in the front row were still listening, which was embarrassing.

For the first half of the ride, we chatted and teased Brian in the child seat.In the second half of the journey, the three of us sat in the back and fell asleep—no way, who made us wake up too early in the morning?

"Kelly, Kelly? Wake up, we're here!"

When I waved my wand and slammed the mysterious man in my dream, Hermione's voice suddenly rang in my ears.I yawned and rubbed my eyes, unbuckled my seat belt and jumped out of the back seat of the car.

We parked in a foggy clearing with several parking areas beside it, but there weren't many cars.Dad drove the car to park, while Mom stood by with Brian in her arms, confirming the information with two equally tired wizards.

They were dressed in messy clothes, long-sleeved sweaters embroidered with patterns on their upper body, but paired with a pair of tight shiny leather pants. They looked nondescript, and it was rare for my mother to be able to talk to them calmly.

"Can someone call the fashion police, there are two serious criminals here." I couldn't help but whispered in Hermione's ear, she covered her mouth and giggled.

These two wizards should be Dad's colleagues. When they saw Dad approaching with ease, their gloomy faces became even uglier. One of them smiled dryly and said, "Hello, Jack. It seems that someone worked overtime a while ago." Just waiting for today."

"That's right." Dad smiled brightly, "I sacrificed three weeks of rest, and it's worth it!"

"Morris' camp is in the first field." While speaking, another car also drove over from behind, so he had to point out the direction for us in a hurry, and then drove over with his colleagues.

The person in charge of the first field was a Muggle. Dad called him Mr. Roberts. His expression looked a little dazed, but he was very enthusiastic when he saw us.

"Ah, Morris, right?" He checked the form next to him. "Yes, yes. You have a vacant lot at the edge of the woods. An old gentleman paid for it earlier. You go straight in." can."

"You are the most normal people I've ever seen—before you came, there were a few strangely dressed foreigners, both men and women—all wearing skirts!"

"Maybe this is their foreign custom." Mom said naturally, obviously she is also a foreign wizard.

Hundreds of tents, large and small, have been set up on the first field, most of which are in the shape of simple Muggle tents, but a few of them are beyond my expectation: there are not only tents shaped like small palaces, but also tents in front of the door. A few live white peacocks were tethered and strutted about—reminds me of someone.

A little further ahead, I saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets beside it.Further there, there is a garden with a garden in front of the tent door, which is complete with birdbath, sundial, fountain and so on.

The crowds coming and going also had different faces and outfits. Even though it was only around six o'clock in the morning, some campers had already woken up and poked their heads out of the tents.

Among them we passed Asian wizards' tents, African wizards' tents, what sounded like American wizards' tents, ah, and Latin American wizards' tents.They all started to make breakfast, and the smell of fried eggs filled the air.

"Look! That's our tent." Dad happily pointed to two tents in the distance, which were built from the original rough cloth, big and beautiful, "It seems that they arrived much earlier than us."

For some reason, when I was jumping and running forward with Hermione, a strong sense of sight made me stop, as if someone was hiding in the tent and watching us.

But when I turned my head suddenly, I didn't see any suspicious people, only a few Latin American wizards were scratching their heads and cooking porridge, and the scent of herbs from the cauldron soothed my tense nerves .

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked suspiciously, she followed my gaze, "That should be a wizard from South America, listen to their language and accent."

"Oh—it's okay, I just smell their herbal porridge, it smells so good! I haven't eaten breakfast yet." I kept this area in my mind and said while rubbing my stomach, "Let's go quickly Have breakfast in the tent, and I'll introduce you to my family!"

Aunt Eva was standing outside the tent to greet us. She hugged everyone, even Hermione, and said, "I've heard your name for a long time. Since the second grade, Kelly has You and Harry and Ron are in every letter!"

Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and she thanked her somewhat reservedly: "Thank - thank you, Miss Morris."

"Oh, please! There's too much Mr. Morris, Miss Morris, Miss Morris here! Call me Eva, come in, we've got breakfast ready."

The interior of the tent is much larger than the exterior, even larger than the red brick hut, with six bedrooms, one for each person!Grandpa sat at the dining table smoking a cigarette, and when he saw his mother come in with Brian in his arms, he stubbed out the cigarette; his uncle Howard and his father were frying French fries, and the delicious smell exploded in the tent instantly.

Scott and Linda got into an argument because Linda was taunting him again for failing to apparate, and Scott couldn't take it anymore.Their mother stood in the middle like a peacemaker, but didn't seem to care about it at all, because she was always distracted talking to my mother.

When Hermione learned that Aunt Eva had experienced adventures in the world, she enthusiastically asked her about the customs and stories of wizards in other places. Aunt Eva also liked to tell these stories. .

"Good morning! Grandpa." I pulled out the chair and sat beside him. "Where's grandma?"

"—Drink! Look at this low-ranking third-rate editor, who dares to say that the Irish team will definitely lose—oh, she, she has returned to her mother's house. It is said that the candy factory has undergone a change in equity, and she needs to come forward."

"You didn't go back with her?" I asked wonderingly.

"I said I would go, but she refused. She said I don't understand how Muggles operate, and going there would only cause trouble." Grandpa took a sip of coffee depressedly, "I also said that I would support her."

"Excuse me—" a familiar voice came from outside the tent, "Is Jack Morris in the tent?"

My mouth was full of jam bread, and before I could react, Hermione said first, "Ah! That's Mr. Weasley's voice!"

We quickly followed Dad out of the tent, and sure enough, we saw a tall and thin red-haired Mr. Weasley standing outside. He rubbed his palms awkwardly, and his eyes lit up when he saw Dad: "Jack! Fortunately, You—I saw Morris written on it, and thought it might be your family."

"Oh! Isn't this Kelly and Hermione?" He turned and saw us again. "Ron is still complaining that you didn't come with us."

Hermione and I looked at each other and smiled, and saw that there were also two tents behind him, but they looked older and dusty.George and Fred were squatting nearby, banging and clanging empty pots.

"How did you light the fire, Jack?" asked Mr. Weasley.

Dad took out several things from his pocket, including a lighter and matches: "See which one you need, buddy."

Mr. Weasley couldn't help his eyes light up when he saw the non-magical items. He took all the fire items and said happily: "I'll return it to you when I'm done using it!" After finishing speaking, he happily returned to the tent.

"Hermione! Kelly!" We were about to follow Dad back to the tent when Ron's excited voice suddenly came from behind, "Is this your tent? We are neighbors!"

I turned around and found that Ron and Harry were carrying a kettle and a saucepan full of water. They looked surprised and happy, and Ron even waved a hand at us: "Hey—— Come and help."

"Harry and Sirius live with us." Ron said, and we stepped forward to share their water bottles, and Harry looked at me without blinking: "Yes - I live with Sirius Tents, what a waste, not lively. So we would rather pay some rent and be with Ron and the others."

"That's right!" Ron said happily, "Hermione should come too—but fortunately you are also in the first venue, if there are fewer people, you may be assigned to other venues directly, and we won't be able to do activities together. "

"Hmm... yes, it's so lively." I gave Harry a meaningful look, and he scratched the tip of his nose embarrassedly.

"Where do you get it from? Will fetching water go far?" asked Hermione, we had all the water outside the tent, and Mr. Weasley was still working on matches.

"That's where we come from, and the place to get water is on the other side of the field." Ron pointed in the direction. "You have to pass a lot of tents - and a lot of Irish fans."

I looked along his fingertips, and that area happened to include the place we passed by. Could it be that Harry was looking at me just now?I thought sweetly.