I'm the paper king at Hogwarts

Chapter 219 Sirius' Sunset Red
Dragon sausage was a good idea, but Chromie hated it.

It would be nice to give you some dragon frog meat, but do you still want dragon meat?Really... no promise!

"Since you can carry the food of future generations, can you play with electronic equipment? It's so boring." Louis asked tentatively.

As a result, Chromie shook his head and said: "I can only bring you some things that are not very technological. As for electronic equipment, it consumes too much for me. A smartphone is about to drain all my energy. I don't even dare to think about asking me to take something else..."

"Okay." Louis spread his hands, saying that it doesn't matter.

In addition, Crome said that he will be here permanently in the past few months, and after watching the Quidditch World Cup, he still has other things to be busy with.

After taking a nap, everyone started to go to the Quidditch World Cup match site.

According to Mr. Weasley, he originally planned to go to the top of Ferret Mountain to find the portkey, and pass the portkey to the competition site, but Louis suggested that everyone take a carriage together, which is spacious enough anyway, so after a vote, it was decided by [-] to [-]. One's absolute advantage passed, and everyone went in a carriage together.

Before leaving, Mr. Weasley used Harry's owl Hedwig to write to Mr. Diggory to tell him that he didn't need to wait for them, and asked the father and son to go there by themselves through the portkey.

Whether it should be said or not, when Louis summoned the elemental carriage, it caused a crowd of exclamations.

"I'm bloody hell, this is too handsome." Ron murmured, staring straight at the carriage.

It's not his fault, even his brother Percy, who has always been stable, is now looking like a broken man.

When they entered the interior of the car, they were amazed by the spacious and luxurious decoration. Harry went up to touch it left and right, obviously a little bit fond of it.

"If you like it, I'll ask Kris to get you a set of Quel'Thalas-style bed sheets later." Louis said with a smile.

When Hermione heard this, she immediately turned her gaze to Louis.

"All right, everyone has a share." Louis waved his hand: "Anyway, there are plenty of such things, and I don't care."

"That's it." Hermione nodded emphatically, obviously liking this style of decoration as well.

The time in the carriage was very fast, and the cold wind at high places could not be felt in the carriage. We formed a group of two or three, some were playing poker, some were playing wizard legends, and Sirius was sitting on Louis's Drink tea on the opposite side.

I guess I'm thinking about another girl.

"What are you thinking?" Louis asked curiously, kicking his leg.

Sirius put down his teacup, and said with a sigh: "I made a pen pal a while ago, but I haven't replied to my letters very much recently, and I'm a little irritable."

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

"Female." Sirius looked at Solanlian and Ye Ziyan who was whispering with her, seeing that the two of them didn't notice him, he said in a low voice: "It was matched when I was playing wizard legend a few days ago. We talked for a long time after the battle, I only know that she is Italian, and she is watching the Quidditch World Cup in England now..."

"Italian?" Louis asked interestedly, "Did she say what her name is?"

"It seems to be Claudia." Sirius thought back for a moment: "Ah, I remembered, she said her daughter is studying at Hogwarts."

Louis almost sprayed the juice in his mouth on his face, and after swallowing it forcefully, Louis asked, "Her daughter is studying at Hogwarts? So how old is she this year?"

"One year older than me." Sirius chuckled and said, "I also thought that love came so fast..."

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

"I don't want to know how he got it, I just want to know why he didn't get it..." Sirius looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Not yet, don't be nervous." Louis comforted him: "I really only know one female classmate in Italy, and it should be right for her age. I'll ask Catherine to ask about it."

"Really?" Sirius' eyes sparkled with hope.

"Of course." Louis nodded and said, "But here comes the question, does she have a husband, you just like this... Well, don't fight her husband again..."

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

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

Louis looked out the window. The carriage was flying at a low altitude, passing through a desolate swamp—there was a thick fog above, and it was impossible to see anything clearly. After flying for a little more than a minute, the carriage stopped.

After getting out of the car, there was a gate in front of them. After everyone got out of the car, Louis put away the carriage.Walking through this door, you will see a small stone house, and behind the stone house are hundreds of tents with all kinds of strange things.They followed the gently sloping network of a large field that reached to a dark forest on the horizon.Under the leadership of Mr. Weasley, everyone walked towards the door of the stone house.

A man stood at the door, looking at the tents.Louis could tell at once that he was the only Muggle in such a large area, and the man heard footsteps and turned to look at them.

"Good afternoon!" said Mr. Weasley briskly.

"Good afternoon!" said the Muggle.

"Are you Mr. Roberts?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Oh, that's right," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"Weasley—two tents, and a tent ordered by Blake, and two tents ordered by Worley, two days ago and one day ago respectively, is there any?"

"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.

"So, pay now, will you?" said Mr. Roberts.

"Ah, yes, no problem," said Mr. Weasley, "just a moment, please, I'm going out to get the money."

He backed out of the tent, looked behind: "Louis, Louis?"

"Hey, here it is." Louis squeezed over. There were too many people in the Weasley family, so he had to squeeze if he wanted to get here.

"Help me to see, and Harry." Mr. Weasley pulled out a roll of Muggle money from his pocket: "This one - um, this one is ten dollars?" He labored one by one Separate and try to make out the denomination on the note.

"By the way, ok, I can see the number on it clearly, damn it..." It's not that Mr. Weasley can't see the number clearly, but he doesn't know where the number is printed on the banknote.

In fact, he looked at the back... If he looked at the front, he would definitely not have such a weird question.

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

In the [-] edition of the pound sterling, Aunt Louis' head, or bust, was always used on the obverse.

"Oh, it was my mistake... Well, this five-dollar bill, hey, who is this man on the back?" Mr. Weasley discovered Xinhua Point like a curious baby who discovered the New World: "It looks pretty handsome Yes, is he a relative of yours?"

"No, this is the Duke of Wellington." Louis explained patiently: "He decisively defeated the French emperor Napoleon in the Battle of Waterloo more than 100 years ago. Here, on the left is the scene drawing of the Battle of the Iberian Peninsula."

"The history of Muggles is really interesting, isn't it?" Mr. Weasley suddenly became a little excited: "If you have a chance, you have to tell me about the history of Muggles. It's so interesting that there are so many of these banknotes Learning, aha..."

"Then who is the back of the ten pounds?" he asked again.

"It's Ms. Florence Nightingale, Uncle Arthur." Pointing to the banknotes, Louis explained, "Ms. Nightingale is a great person. She created modern nursing and nurse education. She is one of the people who laid the foundation of the subject and saved countless lives..."

"Well, it turns out that Muggles also have such a glorious history, and they also have such outstanding talents..." Mr. Weasley shook his head, probably sighing, as if he was sighing that the wizarding world didn't know enough about the Muggle world?
When Mr. Weasley returned with a few correct banknotes, Mr. Roberts leaned forward and asked curiously, "Are you a foreigner?"

"Foreigners?" repeated Mr. Weasley, puzzled.

"You're not the only one who can't figure out the amount of money," said Mr. Roberts, looking carefully at Mr. Weasley. "Just 10 minutes ago, two people wanted to pay me a big gold coin the size of a bottle cap." .”

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

Mr. Roberts fumbled for change in a tin can.

"There's never been so many people," he said suddenly, looking out again at the foggy campsite. "Hundreds of people have booked tents, and the people keep coming.

"Is there something wrong?" asked Mr. Weasley, reaching for the change, but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.

"Yeah," said Mr. Roberts thoughtfully, "everywhere. Foreigners by the count. And not only foreigners, but a lot of queer ones, you know? One guy even wore Walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape..."

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

"It was like ... I don't know ... it was like a trick," Mr Roberts said. "They all seemed to know 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' stone house. "Forget it!" he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts.

Immediately, Mr. Roberts lost his eyes and relaxed his brows, showing a dazed and indifferent expression on his face.Louis could see from outside the house that this was exactly what happened when a person's memory was altered.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable. Wizards treated Muggles like they treated small animals—but it was limited to 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 plan of the camp." Mr. Roberts said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "and your change."

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

The wizard in knickerbockers accompanied them towards the gate of the camp.He looked very tired, his unshaven chin was livid, and there were livid shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn't rested in days.

When Mr. Roberts couldn't hear them, the wizard whispered to Mr. Weasley about how Ludo Bagman didn't do anything.

"God, Ludo Bagman is just not helping, walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, and doesn't care if Muggles hear about the wizarding world, damn it... God, I wish this was over, see you later, Arthur."

After speaking, he disappeared.

"From what you mean, Mr. Bagman doesn't seem to care much?" Louis inquired curiously, "It stands to reason that professional Quidditch terms like Quaffle and Bludger are forbidden to discuss in front of Muggles." Yes, why does he, as the head of the Department of Magical Sports, openly violate such a ban?"

"Be full, 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 more Mahu, but you can't find another Someone more passionate is coming to lead the sports department, after all, Louis, you know, sports is a sport of passion, you can't expect a bunch of old men to sit there like zombies and lead the development of sports , in this case, we might as well dig out a few mummies from the Egyptian pyramids and sit on them."

"What you said makes sense, but if it were me, I would arrange for Mr. Bagman a deputy at the same level to wipe his ass." Louis spread his hands: "Try to make sure to stop him before it happens, or immediately Put out the problems he caused, don't wait until things get bigger before it's too late."

"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." Having said that, he lowered his head, Whispering in Louis's ear, he said, "The current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, cares more about the position under his own butt than doing any practical things. Whenever there is something wrong, he runs away..."

(End of this chapter)