The staff here have prepared tents for the Mephisto family in advance. It must have been the instruction of the President of the International Quidditch Association. This tent has 12 bedrooms and a matching massage bathtub. It can be said to be the most luxurious among magic tents. It is like a wizard's mobile RV. The Mephisto family has completely driven a luxury villa version of the RV with an area of ​​oversized area.

Of course, some wizards are also poor, but this does not hinder their determination to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Sherlock saw that some wizards just use a wooden stick to hold a piece of rag to spend the night.

The luxurious tent arranged by the chairman of the Quidditch Association is not only full of rooms, but also a large area next to the living room to hold a dance party.

After wandering around the tent, Sherlock, who was bored, planned to walk outside, but he might even meet an acquaintance.

It was just right. After walking out of the center of the camp, many people in the tent woke up from their sleep, because the opening ceremony of the World Cup was at night, and the grand occasion was the most lively time. Most wizards started to work hard to get supper. Some looked around sneakily and lit the fire with their wands, while others were wiping matches with a skeptical expression on their faces, as if they thought this would definitely not work.

Walking along the path, two little witches rode on two toy brooms, flying low, and gently brushing over the dew-stained grass.

A wizard working in the Ministry of Magic had seen them, and he hurriedly walked past and muttered in annoyance: "It's actually at night! My parents are probably sleeping in..."

As soon as Sherlock went out, he saw Kirk who had arrived and his family members who heard the news.

The patriarch of the Avery family, the man looked conspiring and intrigue, clearly thinking about making friends with the Mephisto family. In fact, the family relationship between the two families is no longer a strange relationship under the friendship between Sherlock and Kirk.

But except for Kirk, everyone in the Avery family always saw Sherlock and Fumond as a humble and obedient, which made Sherlock, who was friends as his concept, feel a little awkward, thinking that this was a pure-blood family bad concept left over from the era of Voldemort, and it has not been eradicated until now.

"I just heard that Mephisto's tribe members came here, so I came to visit. And I happened to have something urgent to tell Mr. Fumond, Mr. Sherlock, I think you young people will have time to have fun alone, so we should not interfere." Kirk's father bowed to Sherlock, and from the perspective of etiquette, he placed Sherlock in his position as a senior high school status.

Of course, most of the pure blood families now look towards the Mephisto family. Do you really value the prestige of the Mephisto family or the identity of Fumond Mephisto?

Of course not, it is entirely because Fu Mengd gave birth to a good son who was against the will of heaven. If Sherlock was born in another family, then he would look towards that family.

In view of his son, he valued me and the entire clan. So this is the case with the Mephisto family. All the support points are on Sherlock alone, but all pure blood families will not be bosses with Sherlock who shakes her head and tail.

Instead, I went to find Fu Mengde, which was entirely because of age... It was obvious that it was age, or it was not the time yet.

"Please, Mr. Avery." Sherlock invited him in, and he came out with Kirk. Outside the tent, the two little witches riding broom flew past Sherlock and Kirk, because suddenly she saw Sherlock, and the two girls almost collided with each other in surprise.

"This kind of flying broom is said to be the first version of the comet. When I didn't invent the flying broom very early, I heard that the use of flying brooms was used by transportation." Kirk's eyes looked nostalgic, and it seemed that he remembered his childhood.

He is a mixed-race wizard, and his mother is just an ordinary person, so he was not valued by the family at the beginning nor was he just a member of his father. All of this changed after he met Sherlock after going to school.

So Kirk has always been grateful to Sherlock...

When he was a child, Kirk had an old broom like this. Because it was a broom that no one in the family could use, no one would care if Kirk took it away. Before entering school, Kirk tried to ride a broom, and he would never forget the proud expression of Muggle mother when she saw him flying.

"I thought of beautiful memories, right? Sometimes memories that can never be forgotten with growth have a significant impact on your shaping and character growth. Perhaps one thing and a more stubborn memory will change your entire personality, but I would rather everyone have more beautiful memories." Sherlock looked at the two little witches flying around without any concealment and chuckled.

"You are having a great time talking. I just went to the Mephisto family's tent to find you, but there were a large group of wizards gathered there, all of them, all of whom were pure blood families, and they seemed to be discussing something. My father was there too. The intense atmosphere there was just a glance and I didn't want to continue."

Feimiya's voice came from behind, and Sherlock was stunned for a moment, "Kirke and I just came from the tent of our family. Are there already many people inside? Only the Avery leader came in just now."

"There are indeed many people. I thought something big happened again. I went to find you just now." Rubo also came over, with Dandeni next to him.

"Our Lestrang family, young wizards withered, and those old people were unwilling to watch this exciting game, so there were no Lestrang people in the tent of the Mephisto family. My grandmother used to be the same as the gathering of wizard leaders in their forties and fifties, and she didn't happen to be here either." Dandeni touched his chin. The first time he hated Azkaban so much, all the young wizards of the Lestrang family were imprisoned there.

"Okay... it's obvious that the pure blood family of the International Quidditch World Cup is not idle either. I hope that when we grow up, we must not become like the characters of our parents... we are worried all day long and busy all the time." Kirk joked beside us.

Sherlock smiled, "Absolutely not."

They walked through the field, and three African wizards sat there talking seriously, all wearing long white robes and roasting a hare-like thing on a pile of purple fires.

Another group of middle-aged American wizards sat there chatting and laughing, with a shiny banner hanging high between their tents: Ifamoni Wizard Academy.

The tents they passed by came a few words of conversation, all of which were spoken strangely, but everyone was excited about their voices.

"It is said that the education of the Wizard College in the United States is very advanced. The schools adopt free-range management, but in terms of overall strength, they should still not be as good as Hogwarts. In the Americas, in previous Quidditch World Cup competitions, the teams participated in the United States have almost never won the championship." Feimia tweaked her bangs boredly, her voice was crisp.

Sherlock felt that this little girl had no discrimination or prejudice against pure-blooded wizards or mixed-blooded wizards, but if she had a little bit of regional blackness, she would hate foreign wizards.

Wizards outside Europe hate the most, and wizards outside Britain are second.

"I've heard the news that the Triumph Championship will be held in Hogwarts this year." Kirk coughed lightly.

When Sherlock heard the three-strong competition, a trace of silence flashed through his green pupils.

Rubo also said, "I heard that Hogwarts will become the organizer of the three-time champions this semester. In addition, Buspatton and Demstrong are two colleges. I don't know if there are any outstanding students."

"Didn't we visit those two schools during the summer? In fact, in terms of educational standards, the wizarding strength of those three schools is not weaker than Hogwarts, but if it's a separate person, who can compare with Mr. Sherlock?" Dandney praised Sherlock.

"Well, if you go to the Three Thousands of the Three, I guess those two academies have no chance. I heard that when the Dark King was in school, the players of Boothbaton and Demstrong were really hit hard." Rubo had a nostrils facing the sky, and seemed to be quite disdainful of the other two academies in Europe.

"If it was the Triumph held this year, Mr. Sherlock probably couldn't participate. His age seemed to be not enough for registration." Feimiya remembered the age restrictions and said, if Sherlock really participated, then the first place in the Triumph would be settled within the Triumph. What's the point?

Rubo sneered, "What age limit is just an age-dividing line. With Mr. Sherlock's magical attainments and a age-limiting line, how can it stop him from his steps?"

The five people walked along the way and suddenly walked into a green ocean.

Femiya looked at the tents around and said coldly, "It seems we have arrived at the Irish team's support area."

The place they had just walked into was covered with a thick layer of clover, which looked like countless strange-shaped green hills emerged from the ground.

In the tent with the curtain lifted, you can see a giggling face.

At this time, they heard someone calling their names behind them.

"Mr. Sherlock, Kirk, Femia, Rubo, Dandney."

Pan Xi's blue eyes were filled with surprise. When he met five people here, he seemed to have a feeling of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

She sat in front of a tent with a disc-shaped top post, next to it was a woman with long golden hair.

And there was a young man standing next to Pansy.

"Draco?" Sherlock looked at Draco who was a little surprised, and seemed to have never expected to suddenly bump into Sherlock here.

Sherlock's eyes were a little suspicious. He remembered what Lucius told him a few days ago, about the Death Eaters making trouble in the Quidditch International World Cup. This was decided privately by the Death Eaters after receiving the order from the Dark Lord.

"This is my mother, by the way, are you coming from the center of the camp?" Pansy asked curiously. "The rentals there seem to be particularly in short supply. We were just a little late and had already been rented out."

"The mountain in the center of the camp is basically occupied by the pure blood family, and few outsiders are there." Sherlock said. It seems that the Parkinsons are also an inner Death Eater family. Compared to Lucius, he has hooked up with the Parkinsons family as accomplice in this trouble.

Mrs. Parkinson looks very young. If it weren't for Pansy's introduction, she might have been mistaken for her sister. "Is this Mr. Sherlock? I'm very familiar with your mother. Mr. Fumond traveled with her wife a few days ago. What a pity. It's been a long time since the last party."

She smiled gentlely at Sherlock, with grace in her tone.

"Yes, she often mentions you at home, Madam." Sherlock responded politely. After a few words of nutrition, Pansy and Draco also integrated into the ranks of five. Mrs. Parkinson seemed happy to see her daughter make friends with outstanding figures like Sherlock.

It would be even better if we could go further, but unfortunately it was quite difficult.

Moreover, Sherlock has basically become the soul leader among the Hogwarts students and the dominant figure of Slytherin Academy. Snape is about to take off his burden as the dean and let Sherlock do it himself.

Of course this is just a joke, but Sherlock is indeed a lot more leisurely in Snape.

Not long after they walked, they came to the camp area of ​​Bulgaria supporters, where there were Bulgarian flags... white, green, red... fluttering in the breeze. There were no plants covered in the tents here, but each tent was covered with the same poster, with a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows. Of course, the picture was moving, but the face was frowning except for blinking.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this Krum? How is his avatar so popular? It seems that these Bulgarian brainless fans are really helpless." Rubo sneered, as if he couldn't stand this swaggering way.

"Krum! I am eighteen years old this year and have participated in many international competitions in Quidditch, but it is the first time in the World Cup. This is already very excellent among young wizards." Sherlock looked at Krum's avatar and praised a few times.

The people around him suddenly felt frustrated because Sherlock rarely praised people.

"Ahem... I had known that I would have to have a Krumma signature when I visited Demstrong. I might have added value in the future. And if I came over with Krumma's signature and threw it away, would it cause confusion among the fans here?" Dandney said half-jokingly.

"Actually, I think if you shout Mr. Sherlock here, the chaos will be even worse." Kirk also responded with a smile.
Chapter completed!