I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 219 Sirius's Sunset Red
Dragon sausages were a good idea, but Chromie hated the idea.

It’s good enough to give you some dragon frog meat, but you still want to covet dragon meat? Really... I won’t allow it!

"Since you can move food from the future, can you play with some electronic devices? It's so boring." Louis asked tentatively.

As a result, Chromie shook his head and said, "I can only get you something that doesn't require much technology. As for electronic devices, they consume too much of my energy. A smart phone will almost drain all my energy. I don't even dare to think about getting anything else..."

"Okay." Louis spread his hands, indicating that it didn't matter.

In addition, Chromie said that he would stay here for the next few months. After watching the Quidditch World Cup, he would be busy with other things.

After taking a nap, everyone started to head to the Quidditch World Cup.

According to Mr. Weasley, the original plan was to go to the top of Weasel Hill to find the portkey and use the portkey to teleport to the competition venue, but Louis suggested that everyone go together in a carriage. Anyway, the carriage was spacious enough, so after a vote, it was passed with an absolute advantage of seventeen to one, and everyone went together in a carriage.

Before leaving, Mr. Weasley used Harry's owl Hedwig to write to Mr. Diggory to tell him that there was no need to wait for them and that the father and son could go there by themselves using the portkey.

It must be said that when Louis summoned the elemental chariot, it caused a burst of exclamations.

"Oh my god, this is so cool." Ron muttered, staring at the carriage.

It's not his fault. Even his usually steady brother Percy looks like he's losing his composure.

When they stepped into the car, they were amazed by its spaciousness and luxurious decoration. Harry touched it left and right, obviously unable to let it go.

"If you like, I'll ask Chris to make you a set of Quel'Thalas-style sheets and quilt covers." Louis said with a smile.

Hearing this, Hermione immediately turned her gaze to Louis.

"Okay, okay, everyone gets a share." Louis waved his hand: "Anyway, there are plenty of these things, I don't care."

"It's settled." Hermione nodded heavily, and it seemed that she also liked this style of decoration.

Time passed quickly in the carriage. The cold wind from the high altitude could not be felt in the carriage. People gathered in groups of two or three, some playing poker, some playing Wizard Legends. Sirius sat opposite Louis and drank tea.

I guess he's thinking about some girl again.

"What are you thinking about?" Louis kicked his legs and asked curiously.

Sirius put down his teacup and sighed, "I made a pen pal a while ago, but he hasn't been replying to my letters lately. I'm a little annoyed."

"What pen pal?" Louis asked curiously, "Male or female? Tall or short, fat or thin?"

"She's a girl." Sirius looked at Solanlian and Ye Ziyan who were whispering with her. Seeing that they didn't notice him, he whispered, "She's the one I matched with when I was playing Wizard Legend a few days ago. We chatted for a long time after the game. I only know that she's Italian and is watching the Quidditch World Cup in the UK now..."

"Italian?" Louis said, interested. "Did she say her name?"

"I think her name is Claudia." Sirius thought for a moment and said, "Oh, I remember now. She said her daughter is studying at Hogwarts."

Louis almost sprayed the juice in his mouth all over his face. After swallowing it down, Louis asked, "Is her daughter studying at Hogwarts? How old is she this year?"

"One year older than me." Sirius chuckled, "I never thought that love came so quickly to him..."

"Love is like a pile of poop." Louis said very pertinently: "You don't know when it will come, and you don't know when it will disappear..."

"I don't want to know how he came, I just want to know how he died..." Sirius sighed towards the sky.

"Not yet, don't be nervous." Louis comforted him, "I actually know an Italian female classmate, and she should be the right age. I'll ask Catherine to ask her."

"Really?" Sirius' eyes lit up with a flame of hope.

"Of course." Louis nodded and said, "But the question is, does she have a husband? You just...well, don't duel with her husband anymore..."

"It's okay, I asked." Sirius coughed: "She doesn't have a husband, and has been divorced for several years..."

Mr. Weasley suddenly interrupted, "It seems to be coming soon, you guys get ready!"

Louis looked out the window and saw that the carriage was flying at low altitude, crossing an uninhabited swamp. There was a thick fog above and nothing could be seen clearly. After flying for a little over a minute, the carriage stopped.

After getting off the car, there was a big door in front of them. After everyone got off the car, Louis put away the carriage. Walking into the door, a small stone house came into view. Behind the stone house were hundreds of strange tents. They walked along the gentle slope of the large field, which stretched all the way to a dark forest on the horizon. Under the leadership of Mr. Weasley, everyone walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing at the door, looking out over the tents. Louis could see at a glance that he was the only Muggle in such a large area. The man had heard the footsteps and turned to look at them.

"Good afternoon!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully.

"Good afternoon!" said the Muggle.

"Are you Mr Roberts?" asked Mr Weasley.

"Ah, yes," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"Weasley - two tents, and a tent reserved by Black, and two tents reserved by Worley, which were reserved two days ago and one day ago respectively. Are they available?" "Yes." Mr. Roberts said, looking at the form posted on the door: "You have a place by the woods over there, how long will you stay?"

"Four nights," said Mr. Weasley.

"Well, pay now, okay?" said Mr. Roberts.

"Ah, yes, no problem," said Mr. Weasley, "Just a moment, please. I'll go get the money."

He exited the tent and looked behind him: "Louis, Louis?"

"Hey, here." Louis squeezed over. There were so many people from the Weasley family that he had to squeeze his way in.

"Help me check this one, Harry." Mr. Weasley pulled a roll of Muggle money from his pocket: "This one - um, this one is ten dollars?" He struggled to separate the notes one by one, trying to recognize the denominations on them.

"Oh, okay, I can see the numbers clearly, damn it..." Mr. Weasley was not unable to see the numbers clearly, but he did not know where the numbers were printed on the banknote.

In fact, he was looking at the back... If he had looked at the front, he would definitely not have this strange question.

"You're looking at it the wrong way around, Uncle Arthur," Louis reminded him. "If you look at the other side, there's a very conspicuous number on the upper right corner of my aunt's head."

In the 1991 edition of the British pound, the obverse side always features a portrait, or a bust, of Aunt Louise.

"Oh, it's my mistake... Um, this five-dollar bill, hey, who is the man on the back?" Mr. Weasley found the new point like a curious baby who discovered a new world: "He looks quite handsome, is he your relative?"

"No, this is the Duke of Wellington," Louis explained patiently. "He decisively defeated French Emperor Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo more than a hundred years ago. Here, on the left is a scene of the Battle of the Iberian Peninsula."

"Muggle history is really interesting, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley suddenly became a little excited: "If you have a chance, you must tell me about Muggle history. It's really interesting. There is so much knowledge in these banknotes, ahaha..."

"Who's on the back of this ten-pound note?" he asked again.

"It's Ms. Florence Nightingale, Uncle Arthur." Louis pointed at the banknote and explained, "Ms. Nightingale is a great person. She pioneered modern nursing and was one of the founders of nurse education. The foundation of the discipline she laid saved countless lives..."

"Alas, it turns out that Muggles also have such a glorious history and such outstanding talents..." Mr. Weasley shook his head, probably sighing, as if sighing that the wizarding world did not understand the Muggle world well enough?
When Mr. Weasley returned with a few correct banknotes, Mr. Roberts came up and asked curiously, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Foreigners?" repeated Mr. Weasley in confusion.

"You're not the only one who's confused about money," said Mr. Roberts, looking Mr. Weasley carefully. "Only ten minutes ago two men offered to pay me with gold coins the size of bottle caps."

"Really?" said Mr. Weasley, looking a little uneasy.

Mr Roberts fumbled in a tin for change.

“There have never been so many people,” he said suddenly, looking out over the misty camp again. “Hundreds of people have reserved tents, and people keep coming.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Mr. Weasley, holding out his hand for the change, but Mr. Roberts would not give it to him.

"Yeah," Mr. Roberts said thoughtfully, "people from all over the place. Lots of foreigners. And not just foreigners, but a lot of weirdos, you know? One guy even walked around in a pleated kilt and a South American cape..."

"Isn't it possible?" asked Mr. Weasley eagerly.

“It was like… I don’t know… it was like some kind of charade,” Mr. Roberts said. “It was like they all knew each other. It was like a big party.”

At this moment, a wizard in knickerbockers suddenly fell from the sky and landed at the door of Mr. Roberts's stone house. "Oblige!" he pointed his wand at Mr. Roberts and said sternly.

Suddenly, Mr. Roberts' eyes were scattered, his brows were relaxed, and his face showed a dazed and indifferent expression. Louis saw from outside the house that this was the state when a person's memory was changed.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable. The wizards treated Muggles like small animals - but it was only discomfort. After all, he was also a wizard now, and no one would treat him like this for the time being, except Voldemort.

"Here's a map of the camp," Mr. Roberts said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "and your change."

"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.

The wizard in knickerbockers walked with them toward the camp gate. He looked very tired, with a dark blue chin and purple shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn't rested for days.

When Mr. Roberts was out of earshot, the wizard muttered to Mr. Weasley about how Ludo Bagman was so and so not caring about things.

"God, Ludo Bagman is only helping things, walking around talking loudly about Bludgers and Quaffles, not caring at all about the muggles hearing about wizarding things, damn it... God, I really hope this is over, see you later, Arthur."

After saying that, he disappeared.

"From what I hear, Mr. Bagman doesn't seem to be in charge of things?" Louis asked curiously, "In theory, Quidditch professional terms such as Quaffle and Bludger are forbidden to be discussed in front of Muggles. Why does he, as the Director of the Department of Magical Sports and Games, openly violate such a ban?"

"He's always been like this." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, leading everyone through the gate and into the camp. "Ludo has always been a bit of a horse farmer, but you can't find another person with more passion to lead the Sports Department. After all, Louis, you know that sports are a passionate sport. You can't expect a group of old men to sit there like zombies and lead the development of sports. If that's the case, we might as well dig out a few mummies from the Egyptian pyramids and sit on them."

"You have a point, but if it were me, I would assign an assistant of the same level to Mr. Bagman to clean up his mess." Louis spread his hands: "Try to stop him before anything happens, or put an end to the problem he caused immediately. Don't wait until the situation escalates before cleaning it up, otherwise it will be too late one day."

"You're right, you're right, Louis." Mr. Weasley nodded, agreeing with Louis' point of view: "But you also know who is in power in the Ministry of Magic now." At this point, he lowered his head and whispered in Louis' ear: "The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, cares more about his own position than doing anything practical. As soon as he hears something wrong, he runs away..."

(End of this chapter)