HP Dawn Night

When I was sleeping soundly, my mother came in and shook me awake.

"Time to go, Vio, dear."

I got up in a daze, and the sky outside had just revealed a little light.I dressed in silence, yawned and walked down the stairs.

The dining room was brightly lit, and the industrious house-elves prepared a hearty breakfast of butter, jam, omelette and a large basket of bread.Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa personally checked the luggage to be taken, and I noticed that everyone had changed into new robes.

"Is it--it--it's time?" Draco walked into the dining room sleepily, "Good morning, Aunt Margaret, you look beautiful today. Hey, Vio, would you like some Has the candy passed?"

"You can talk, Draco." Mom said with a smile, straightening his neckline.Uncle Lucius looked at his son critically:

"Don't bring too much candy, Draco, I don't want colorful candies flying out of your pocket while traveling in mid-air."

"Understood, Father." Probably because he was in a good mood today, so Uncle Lucius didn't use the snake-headed cane to teach his son a lesson as usual, and Draco seemed to have less scruples.

"Your father is right, Draco," Aunt Narcissa said softly, "then there will be many places selling candy and snacks, and you will have a daytime to stroll around."

Anyway, everyone packed up quickly and ate breakfast quickly, and Poppy, the Malfoy house-elf, would go with us.There was a great atmosphere leaving Malfoy Manor, and everyone was hopeful for the rest of the day.

We Apparated outside Malfoy Manor, and after a short press we descended to the top of a hill.

"We arrived on time, a quarter of an hour to go, Lucius," said Aunt Narcissa.

"Look for it, it should be around here." Uncle Lucius looked on the ground, "It won't be very big... Just look for it..."

Everyone dispersed. Fortunately, there was some light now, and it was not difficult to see things on the ground.

"Here, Mom, is this it?" Draco called.He held up something, a musty visor with a hole in it.

"That's it." Aunt Narcissa nodded.

"Portkeys are usually these kind of inconspicuous junk, so that they won't be picked up and played by curious Muggles." Mom explained, "It's still early. Are we the only ones going around here? "

"The minister made a special arrangement. There is another Portkey point two miles away, and most people go from there." Uncle Lucius took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. "There is still one minute. Take your places, children."

We stood in a circle around the hat, everyone clutching it (Bobby would Apparate directly to the playing field), and a cool breeze blew across the top of the hill, and I saw some other people walking down the hill— Is it a Muggle?Or another wizard?

"Three, two, one—"

It was too late and then fast, as if there was a hook, my feet flew off the ground uncontrollably, flying forward like a gust of wind, and I couldn't see anything in front of me.After about a short time, my feet hit the ground hard.

In front of him was a vast, desolate, misty swamp.Two tired, sullen wizards stood before us registering.

"Six o'clock, from Mount Eugen."

Uncle Lucius threw the useless port key into a large box beside him, and greeted everyone to walk towards the camp: "Bobby should have already set up the tent, we have to walk half a mile, The groundskeeper is—"

"Mr. Payne." A registrar took over the conversation, and Uncle Lucius nodded:

"That's it."

It was almost impossible to see anything in the thick fog. Gradually, a door appeared in front of my eyes, and then a small stone house, followed by hundreds of tents of various kinds.That's Camp One.We bypassed it and walked along the edge of the forest. There were no scattered tents between the camps. After walking for about 10 minutes, the second stone house appeared in front of us.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Malfoy." A wizard with a short brown beard waved to us from a distance, beside him was a tall boy and a Muggle—a true Muggle.

"Is this your friend, sir?" asked the Muggle, confused.

But the wizard ignored him.

"Mr. Malfoy, I didn't expect you to live in this camp." After we got closer, he said eagerly, "This is my son Cedric. These are—"

"Diggory." Uncle Lucius nodded coldly, "My wife, son. These two are our friend Miss Watson and her daughter."

"Hi, hello." Cedric greeted Draco and me.We also replied politely.Uncle Lucius finished his conversation with Diggory in a few words, and led us towards the camp.

"That Muggle..."

"He's got a confusion spell, don't worry about him."

There are tents on both sides of the road.Most of the tents looked like nothing special, apparently their owners had taken pains to make them look like Muggle tents.But there are also some that are accidentally overdone, such as adding chimneys and things like that.There were also a few tents that appeared to be enchanted, of course, the tent of Malfoy's house was one of them.

"Narcisha, is this going too far?" Mom said weakly.

"It was Lucius' idea," Aunt Narcissa explained helplessly. People coming and going were all staring at the extravagant tent, "Okay, children, let's go in and have a look."

The tent of Malfoy's family used a lot of silk and satin to form a huge pyramid. Two live white peacocks were tied to the door, and a movable sculpture was also placed.

We stooped one by one and slipped in under the curtain. It was a three-bedroom apartment with a living room, bathroom, kitchen and a loft.The furnishings in the room were in Malfoy's best taste - less cluttered than in their mansion, of course.Bobby was washing and brushing at the kitchen sink.

"Sir! Ma'am! Bobby has picked up the firewood and is waiting to live." The elf reported shrilly.

"Why don't we use a stove?" I pointed to the luxurious kitchen, which I bet has everything.Poppy can even make a Christmas dinner here.

"Boring security regulations against Muggles," Uncle Lucius stroked the top of the snake-headed wand wearily, "I would say it's completely unnecessary, we just need to..."

"Ah, Vio, Draco, it looks like Poppy hasn't got the water yet." Before Uncle Lucius began his usual tirade (usually on the theme of attacking individual departments of the Ministry of Magic), Aunt Narcissa put a The shiny silver kettle was stuffed into my hand, and what Draco got was a bucket, "There are water taps in the camp, so hurry up before there are too many people."

It was late when we left the tent, the mist had cleared, and there were endless tents in the camp.Only then did I realize that there are still many wizards from other countries in this world.

"Are they from some country in Africa?" I saw outside the nearest tent a small group of wizards in white robes, sitting around the fire.

"Maybe it's somewhere in the Middle East." At this moment, a well-dressed female wizard wearing a headscarf came out, holding a tray in her hand, and was muttering something.

"There are still a few reporters there." Draco shook his head in one direction, and a group of wizards in bright robes walked past us, with cameras or quills and shorthand notebooks in their hands.Fragments of conversation wafted into our ears:

"...half and half."

"It's hard to say who will win."

"Just now that lunatic bet two bags of Galleons that the game would end in three minutes, and Krum caught the Snitch."

"Every time there is such a lunatic..."

"Ha - this is the Irish supporters' camp." Draco watched angrily as the reporters hurried along a road to another camp.In the place we just walked into, all the tents are covered with a thick layer of clover, which looks like rolling hills at a glance.

"My eyes are going to blur."

Just then, we heard someone calling our names behind us.

"Draco, Snape." Theodore Nott came up, also holding a kettle in his hand.

"What's with these decorations?" Draco motioned Nott to look at the overwhelming green around him.

"As you can see," Knott replied with a grin, "the Ministry is not happy, but no one can stop the crazy fans."

"Oh, so what do the Bulgarians hang on their tents?"

"Didn't you see? On the other side of the camp, there are posters of Viktor Krum, some of which have been made into tapestries and flags." Knott and we walked to the water tap and lined up, Della Coe watched with disdain as a small group of strange teenagers walked in front of us:

"I'd rather eat King Galleon than support Bulgaria - although Krum is a genius."

"Are you sure, Draco? You complimented Krum last night on how amazing he is!"

Draco said nonsense to me solemnly: "You remember wrongly, Vio."

Nott smiled slyly. "Really, Draco? Are you sure you never bought the Bulgaria team poster—?"

Draco hissed unceremoniously: "I'm backing Ireland now, Theodore."

We said goodbye to Nott after filling up the water, and when we got back to the tent, Poppy had already lit the fire and was waiting for our water.

"Why have you been gone for so long?" Mom asked with an empty teacup on the coffee table.

"Meet Theodore Nott," Draco explained.

Hearing this news, the three adults were not surprised.

"Didn't you meet Blaise?" Aunt Narcissa asked.

We shook our heads.

"Maybe he doesn't live in the same camp as us." The sun was sinking, and my mother waved her magic wand, and the lights in the tent automatically turned on. "Is it lively outside?"

"We saw supporters for the Irish team," I reported, "but not so many peddlers, Aunt Narcissa."

"They usually don't come out until after dusk." Aunt Narcissa waved to Draco, "You can go after dinner."

"Great, I've brought all my pocket money with me," Draco cheered, almost knocking over the steaming teapot that Poppy had just brought over.

"If you're so reckless again, Draco," Uncle Lucius warned, "I'll confiscate your allowance right now and send you home."

The author has something to say:

I forgot to set the automatic publishing time for hhh fish lips... I was an hour late, so I was wrong T^T