With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, much like the upcoming Quidditch World Cup, and all the wizards were talking excitedly about this grand event.

"Nobody would have thought that England would make it to the final!" Tonks laughed heartily.

"This season, Levin and Ciri have emerged like two dark horses, even defeating Ireland, the team with the highest hopes of winning the championship," Gianna Proudmore said with pride.

"That's truly remarkable. All seven players on the Irish team are top-notch. On the other hand, Bulgaria's victory over Peru to reach the final was entirely due to Viktor Krum." Tonks stuffed a large piece of Bakewell pie into his mouth and muttered disdainfully.

“You should go, Tonks,” Jaina said, glancing at the clock.

Tonks glanced at the pitch-black outside. "Alright, dear Deputy Director, future Minister, await our good news."

As she spoke, she put on a red and white uniform, picked up a bird-beak mask, and went outside.

If Levin's past life were standing here, she would definitely mistake her for a member of the Assassin Brotherhood.

Jaina smiled and shook her head, then drank the black tea in front of her in one gulp.

Onyxia sat at the table, idly checking a stack of parchment—large sheets of tickets.

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Hermione, Cho Chang, and Luna entered the dining room. All three looked pale, as if they hadn't fully woken up.

"Now, all that's missing are Levin and Cirira." Onyxia commanded three pieces of butter pudding bread to fly in front of them.

"Good morning!" Levin appeared at the dining chair, dressed neatly, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Why didn't you sleep longer? We just need to get there before noon anyway," Jaina asked with concern.

“I also need to meet up with the team a little earlier,” Levin said, nodding to the three girls.

Shortly after, Cirira appeared at the dining table; before that, she had gone to the woods for her usual morning exercise.

This habit has not changed to this day.

After a hearty meal, everyone gathered in the living room, carrying bulging backpacks.

Jaina distributed the parchment with the address written on it to everyone, and then teleported there first with Aiwu.

Following her, everyone else set off as well.

In the blink of an eye, they found themselves in a dense forest, where a stone path stretched out before them.

“Let me find our camp.” Jaina took out a parchment with a map of the camp on it. “Go a quarter mile ahead and you’ll see the camp. We’re at Camp Three.”

They followed the stone path and walked for about ten minutes until they reached the top of a gentle slope.

Looking down the gentle slope, hundreds and thousands of oddly shaped tents came into view.

At that moment, a rugged-looking man with a messy beard suddenly appeared in their line of sight, looking like a homeless person.

He held a hunting rifle in his hand, his eyes filled with confusion, intently staring at the ordinary campsite.

The sound of Levin and his companions' footsteps caught his attention. He turned around and politely asked, "Hello, sir and ladies, would you like to rent a tent?"

Levin shook his head: "We already have tents."

The man paused for a moment, picked up a notebook and flipped through it for a while, then scratched his head awkwardly and said with a troubled expression, "I've been so forgetful lately, I must have forgotten about this. I'm so sorry."

He put away his notebook and politely introduced himself: "My name is Roberts, and I'm the campsite manager. I live right by the lake. Please feel free to come find me if you need anything. Even if I'm not there, my wife and daughter will take care of you."

Levin nodded without saying a word. He had already figured out that this man was a complete Muggle.

As he expected, as soon as Roberts finished speaking, two staff members in Ministry of Magic uniforms ran out of the campsite and cast the Oblivion Charm on Roberts without saying a word.

Roberts immediately froze, and one of the staff members quickly dragged him away.

Another staff member approached Jaina, looking exhausted, and explained, “I’m sorry, Deputy Director Proudmoore, this is our mistake. We chant the Oblivion Charm on him at least a dozen times a day, but he always ends up back here, making contact with other wizards! It’s caused us a lot of trouble!”

Jaina didn't make things difficult for him. She nodded and then entered the campsite with Levin and the others.

Before leaving, Levin observed three seconds of silence for poor Mr. Roberts.

Being subjected to the Forgetfulness Curse dozens of times a day at this terrifying frequency would severely damage his brain's memory, turning him into a confused and disoriented person.

At the edge of the forest, a clearing came into view, with an inconspicuous little sign on the ground that read: Wezley.

“Oh, it’s Deputy Director Proudmore!” Percy Weasley’s voice sounded both nervous and respectful. “Welcome, would you like a cup of tea?”

“That would be perfect,” Jaina replied with a smile, while subtly observing Percy.

Percy leaned forward, adopting a humble posture, like a hunchback bowing deeply. "Please enjoy."

“Thank you, Weasley,” Jaina replied.

Just then, Mr. Arthur Weasley brushed the dust off his hands and smiled, “Jaina.”

"Arthur, are you setting up a tent?" Jaina asked, feigning interest.

Arthur immediately showed Jaina his work with great pride.

At that moment, Harry and Ron emerged from their rickety tent.

The moment Ron saw Hermione, his eyes lit up, and he pulled Harry toward her.

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“Levin, Hermione, Luna, Ciri, and… Cho.” Harry was delighted to see his Hogwarts classmates, especially his crush.

Levin smiled and nodded. "It seems you and your godfather had a good holiday."

“Hello, children. Levin, Hermione, Ciri, and…you’re Cho Zhang, right? Why didn’t you visit the Burrow this year? Molly missed you all,” Mr. Arthur Weasley said kindly to them.

However, Ron felt a little uncomfortable and turned his head away.

Hermione's eyes flickered. "Thank you, Mr. Weasley. We have events at the Erudite Society during the summer, so I couldn't accept the invitation."

Levin was somewhat surprised; he had not received an invitation from Ron.

But seeing Ron's evasive eyes, Levin immediately understood.

Levin shrugged, neither exposing nor responding, but simply expressing understanding for the loser's impotent rage.

"How about we let Ron and the others go out for a stroll and relax?" Jaina suggested, noticing the somewhat awkward situation.

This lively gathering is undoubtedly brimming with business opportunities.

Every few steps, a vendor would appear as if descending from the sky, carrying a full tray and a cart filled with strange and wonderful things.

There was a red and white hat decorated with roses dancing in the wind;

It has a Bulgarian sash, and the lion on it roars realistically;

There are flags of both countries, and waving them will play their respective national anthems;

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There are also miniature models of real flying crossbow bolts;

There are statues of famous team members that can walk on your palm, looking very proud.

Every time Levin passed a stall, he would buy small gifts for the girls.

Of course, he didn't forget Aiwu either. Just a cookie shaped like the Yin Kingdom's team emblem was enough to make Xiaolong beam with joy.

Although Harry was also wealthy, he knew that money was for his life after graduation, so he couldn't afford to shop as extravagantly as Levin.

Otherwise, Professor Dumbledore would be very unhappy.

His only unplanned shopping activity was to buy a fire crossbow model as a gift for Zhang Qiu.

But the goddess rejected him on the spot.

Then he saw the goddess happily accept a red and white licorice candy from Levin, as if it were some kind of precious treasure.

His goddess is another man's simp...

At this moment, he could completely understand Ron's feelings.

As for Ron, he couldn't contribute a single penny and could only watch helplessly as the others...

Everyone except him was carrying several souvenirs.

In the last competition, the Irish goblin scattered a large amount of gold coins, which he mistook for real ones. As a result, he squandered them recklessly and incurred a huge debt.

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To pay off his debts, Mr. Weasley lived frugally for a whole month.

Mrs. Molly Weasley was furious, and the consequences were severe.

Ron didn't get a single penny of pocket money this summer.

Finally, Harry gave him a panoramic telescope, which relieved the embarrassment of him having nothing to show for it.

“Look, Hermione, this is Krum! I love him.” Ron excitedly showed off a small figurine in his hand.

That's a miniature version of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum.

The little Krum moved back and forth in Ron's hand, its brow furrowed, casting a determined gaze upon the world.

"Thank you," a deep voice said.

"Oh, it's Krum!" Ron exclaimed, almost breathless with excitement.

He noticed that Krum's deep gaze was fixed on Hermione, who was still looking at the small items, and immediately introduced her: "Hermione, this is Krum, the world's number one Seeker, he's the best."

Hearing this, Hermione looked up.

She looked a little angry, then nodded and said, "Ron, the world's number one Seeker may not be able to beat the world's number one Chaser."

Krum looked at Hermione in surprise upon hearing this.

He had heard countless compliments, but he had never encountered such direct praise for another contestant in front of him before.

Hermione glanced back indifferently.

Levin stepped forward, smiling and extending his hand: "Hello, I'm Levin Green, the chaser for the England team, and this is my partner, the chaser Cirira Leanren."

"Hello, I'm Viktor Krum, the seeker for the Bulgarian team." Krum extended his hand as well.

The two players shook hands off the court.

Krum turned his gaze back to Hermione.

“And this is…” He turned to Levin and asked.

“Hermione, Hermione Granger. The most accomplished witch at Hogwarts.” Levin’s answer made Hermione’s ears turn red.

"Hermi...nice to meet you." Due to his accent, Krum clearly couldn't pronounce Hermione's name correctly yet.