Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

A strong sense of weightlessness swept over them, and as the door key was activated, everyone felt dizzy and disoriented.

Until the world before them changed color, they found themselves on an unfamiliar lawn.

"Aww!"

Except for Sirius Black and Mr. Crowe, everyone else fell flat on their faces on the lawn.

"Haha, how was it? How was your first time using a door key?"

Mr. Crow couldn't help but laugh at their disheveled appearance.

John could only silently give a thumbs up.

I'm bearish on you.

After everyone got up, they brushed the grass clippings off their bodies, looked around, and found nothing.

Only faint cheers and music could be heard in the distance.

Mr. Crow led everyone up a small hill.

In an instant, everything became clear.

The golden light shone down, illuminating the endless cluster of tents below and a huge, bird-nest-style stadium with a white roof in the distance.

The sea of ​​people in the tent cluster, along with countless fluttering flags and burning torches, created a scene of jubilation.

This is the Quidditch World Cup camp, where the grand event of the magical world unfolds before your eyes.

"Didn't we arrive a week in advance? Why are there still so many people?"

Ryan asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Hehe, this is nothing. In a few days, those tents will stretch all the way to where we are standing now."

Mr. Crow said with a smile, pointing to the new tents that were still rising in the distance, sprouting up like mushrooms after the rain.

After saying that, everyone walked towards the camp.

As you get closer, the cacophony of voices hits you.

There were actually some differences between what John had expected and reality.

He had imagined this place to be a fantastical scene of magic flying everywhere and strange beasts roaming around, but the liveliness in front of him was more down-to-earth, or rather, more like a Muggle open-air music festival.

They weaved through the bustling crowd and arrived deep within the cluster of tents.

In a small open space, there was a wooden sign with the number 00539 stuck in the ground.

"We've arrived. This is the location of our camp."

"By the way, just so you know, there are Muggles around here, so remember to keep your magic under control when you're outside the tents."

Mr. Crow led them to the campsite and then gave them a serious explanation.

I see, no wonder.

Indeed, now that humanity's footprints are all over the world, even the most secretive magical world must coexist with Muggle society.

With that, Mr. Crow took the tent off his backpack, looked around to make sure there were no Muggles, and then gave it a gentle shake. The tent instantly unfolded and automatically took root in the ground as if it were alive.

?

I just told them not to use magic outside, and now I've done this myself.

OK OK.

It doesn't matter as long as Muggles don't find out, right?

Mr. Crow also noticed their gazes, winked at them, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.

"Rules are meant to be followed, but magic always needs some room for flexibility."

Everyone smiled knowingly, and their initial nervousness eased.

John and his companions were prepared when they entered the tent, so they weren't too surprised by the much larger space inside than they had imagined.

Harry stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

Sure enough, studying for two more years doesn't necessarily broaden one's horizons.

The interior space of this tent is actually much larger than the tents in Titus's house, only slightly smaller than the tent of the small library.

The interior was divided into several rooms, furnished like a small apartment, complete with a living room, bedroom, kitchen, and even a bathroom.

The boys slept in one room, while Hermione, the only girl, slept in a separate room.

Hermione was the only girl present. To be honest, the Grangers only felt comfortable letting Hermione come because they heard that John would also be there.

After a quick packing, Mr. Crow gathered everyone back in the living room.

"Alright, I'm off to work at the department now. Remember to behave well this week, follow Sirius's instructions, and don't run around on your own."

"Although this place is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, there are all sorts of birds in a big forest."

Mr. Crow was giving some instructions before he left.

Halfway through the conversation, Sirius finally realized something was wrong and asked with a sense of unease.

"Wait? You're going to work? And you're not coming back?"

"Yes, I had no choice; the department assigned the task at the last minute."

Mr. Crowley shrugged helplessly after hearing Sirius's words.

"You mean I'm supposed to be in charge of all these kids by myself?"

Sirius pointed at them, then at himself.

"Yes, I'm so sorry, Sirius, you've had a tough time these past few days."

Titus and the others looked as if they had expected this, and they all suppressed their laughter.

Sirius opened his mouth, immediately realizing he'd been tricked, but he couldn't say anything to object.

After all, he got in with three unlucky kids thanks to the tickets someone gave him.

"Is it too late for me to pay for the ticket now...?"

"This place is the exclusive camp for Ministry of Magic officials; you can't buy it."

Sirius Black: "..."

"I'm entrusting the children to you. I trust you!"

Having said that, Mr. Crowner shook his hat and walked outside.

Sirius was left with a look of utter despair.

When Sirius came to his senses, he saw seven pairs of big, watery eyes.

He suddenly felt like the sky had fallen.

He can look after one or two children, but he really can't manage such a large group.

"Let's go out for a walk."

"Yay!" ×6

Hermione looked at the group of boys helplessly and shook her head.

He reached out and pulled John back, who was trying to run away with him.

"You're not allowed to run away; stay by my side and be with me."

"what?"

Hearing Hermione's unquestionable tone, John's face immediately fell.

He also wanted to go out and wander around a bit.

"Hey John, you take good care of Hermione, we're off now."

Titus and the others saw John being grabbed by Hermione, chuckled, and then rushed out the door, leaving behind a trail of cheerful laughter.

Harry saw that Hermione was with someone, so he went out without worry. Ron glanced at them and followed them out.

"Hermione, we're all out having fun, you're not planning to stay and read, are you?"

John watched his friends leave and muttered to Hermione, somewhat speechless.

"Who told you I was going to stay and read?"

Hermione looked at her like she was an idiot.

"I just told you not to wander off. You'll be shopping with me later."

As Hermione spoke, she ripped off the hair tie that held her hair back and tossed her slightly curly brown hair.

Ok?

Looking at Hermione's hair, John tilted his head and asked slowly.

"Hermione, you changed your hairstyle!"

Hearing John's words, Hermione paused for a moment and looked at John.

A smile then appeared on his lips.

"Hmm~ My mom helped me tidy up a bit."

She winked at John, gently brushed her fingertips through her hair, and asked.

"Is it pretty?"

"nice."

John nodded very directly.

"Well...."

Hermione's ears immediately turned slightly red; she hadn't expected John to answer so readily.

"...Cough, you're smart to know your place. Alright, now's the time to go."

Hermione coughed twice to cover her embarrassment, then turned and walked out of the tent.

The two walked out of the tent side by side. The sunlight slanted across the grass, and Hermione's steps became much lighter.

John glanced at her furtively and noticed that she had a faint smile on her lips the whole time.

At that moment, Hermione suddenly waved her little hand at John.

John understood and reached out to take her hand.

This was a rule they had set beforehand: to hold hands in crowded places so as not to get separated.

I was a little shy at first.

I've gotten used to it now.