Harry Potter – I’m The Legend

A few days later, at three in the morning.

Wales, in the mist of an unknown marshland south of New Potter, two silhouettes carrying lanterns walk and make noise.

"Damn came here so early, I really served that stupid Bagman, let's stay here for one night!"

One holding a gold watch and wearing tweeds The man in the suit threw an empty big box heavily on the ground. He tightly tightened the nondescript long rubber overshoes on his lower body, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and took one out and lit it.

"Who said no, hey, just one day, bear with me, Vast." said a man in a Scottish highland pleated skirt and a South American cloak.

"Forbearance?"

Holding the gold watch and wearing a tweed suit, Vast spit out a smoke ring angrily and shouted: "Basil, at this time you are still helping When he talked, Old Guy himself gambled with a few Goblins into the night, and now I don’t know where to be happy with Veela in Bulgaria. I really don’t know how a person like him became a boss."

"Shhh , Don’t let others hear it!"

Basil, wearing a Scottish Highland pleated skirt and a South American cloak, quickly covered his companion’s mouth and warned: "Be careful, Vaster, don’t People can hear it, Bagman's eyes are very small."

Vast, who was covering his mouth impatiently, broke free from the restraint of his companion, bitterly straightened his collar, and squinted his eyes:

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"What are you afraid of, Basil, you are really cautiously enough. Lao Tzu is also admitted into the Ministry of Magic by his ability. Can he still open Lao Tzu? Besides, at this point, all the wizards are there. Sleeping, who would be stupid to come so early?"

"You calm down... calm down... no one dares to do anything to you." Basil quickly said Start a good talk and pat the colleague on the back.

Basil tone barely fell, in the mist of the swamp in the distance, pa ta pa ta's footsteps came.

He was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his watch. The time on the watch was three o'clock in the morning. There is still a whole day before the Quiddich World Cup. Who will come so early? Is it a wizard from a foreign country?

The irritable Vast next to him closed his mouth with interest, and the two of them raised the lantern in the black swamp and waited quietly.

Pattern.

Pattern.

Pattern.

The sound of footsteps is as precise and firm as a clock.

Then, Basil saw a tall silhouette walking slowly out of the fog of the Welsh Marsh at 3 o'clock in the morning. He was dressed in a plain gray robe, dressed like a street wizard , But the only peculiar thing is that his head is in a peculiar cage, which makes it difficult to see his dress. The waterfall-like white long hair slips out of the cage and can almost be dragged to the ground.

The dress made Basil stunned for a while. He had never seen such a peculiar costume. The man walked gracefully in the mist, as if walking in the park... ...

It was his companion, Vaster, who always complains about his boss. He took a step forward and asked seriously: "wizard?"

Wearing strange The man in the birdcage slowly nodded.

"Come to see Quidditch match?"

The strange white-haired man is nodded.

Basil quickly took out a roll of parchment from his pocket, and a quill.

"Are there any invitations?"

Vast asked regularly.

The white-haired man shook the head.

"Are there tickets?" Vast asked again.

The wizard wearing a birdcage slowly stretched his palm to his waist, pulled out a crumpled note and handed it over.

Basil looked down, is it a piece of waste paper?

He was about to blame the strangely dressed wizard, but the irritable Varys was nodded and handed the waste paper back.

Bazil took a closer look, and felt that he should be too tired to look dazzled. It was obviously a brand new ticket.

He relaxed and asked: "Didn't you come here with portkey?"

"Portkey?" The white-haired man tilted his head with the birdcage.

"Uh, I just asked casually, it’s not easy to find this location with Disapparation, ha ha ha, please register here."

Basil is familiar with it. laughed and passed the parchment and quill in his hand.

But the man wearing the bird cage did not respond to him, nor did he take the paper to sign, which made him scratch his head a little embarrassingly, which made him a little embarrassed.

For some reason, although he couldn’t see the man’s appearance across the birdcage, he could feel a pair of breathtaking eyes under the birdcage. When this guy looked at him, he was somewhat uncomfortable.

I saw the white-haired man standing in the moonlight, tilting his head and thinking, then smiled and asked: "Excuse me, where is the rest area with the most people in the stadium?"

The soft voice made Basil feel like a spring breeze. It seemed that the stars in the entire night sky were bright at the same time. He immediately forgot to sign and other things, and started thinking: "Uh...this... ."

But his companions have already considered before him. He only listened to Vast's words: "First Stage has fewer people, and they are all foreign visitors. The rest area with the most people is naturally the second place. In the third venue, there are the least people. There is the rest area of ​​the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, so, thank you."

Wei Wei, a strange man wearing a birdcage Leaned and bent down.

After that, he disappeared into the night fog of Wales, step by step, as he did when he appeared, taking steps as precise as a clock.

After the man walked for nearly twenty minutes, Basil came back to his senses from the feeling of spring breeze. He slowly frowned, "What strange dress is that?"

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"Who knows," Vast also looked at the place where the man disappeared with a smile: "It's probably a wizard from another country. These foreigners are really strange for their individuality."

" Will there be any problems..."

Bazil mumbled to himself, always feeling as if he had forgotten something.

Crack.

There was a crackling light sound in the mist, followed by a noisy sound.

"Here! My dear!"

"Oh, damn, it's a swamp, my shoes!"

"Just let you be careful !"

"Hurry up, leave your shoes alone, go and sign, while there are few people, let's find a good position!"

"haha, yes, grab the position!"

Bazil came back to his senses from thinking. With the voice of joy, I saw a group of small silhouettes rushing out of the fog. They were holding lanterns in hand, looking like They are the seven dwarfs in fairy tales.

Vast wrinkle frowned: "I love Leprechaun....."

tone barely fell, a Leprechaun headed up jumped up and threw a shabby can to Pakistan Zier, then took the parchment and quill from Basil's hands, and wrote a series of names on shua~ shua~ shua~ flamboyant, and smiled and said: "Your director has a lot of drinks, Haha, he bet on Bulgaria to win, I really hope he won’t regret it tomorrow, hahahaha!"

After laughing, he threw the signed parchment to Basil, holding hands with each other, happy and happy Jumped into the mist.

Being tossed by this group of Leprechaun, Basil forgot everything. Vast began to scold again: "The director personally participated in the gambling. What the hell did he think about doing this kind of thing, I bet Bagman can't do this for a few years!"

Basil didn't want to bother with his companions' complaints anymore, because there was another crackling sound in the distance, and another group of people sent it here from an unknown place through the portkey.

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The busy work was announced in the wee hours of the morning, and people were constantly teleporting here from all over the world, and each of them was doing all kinds of things. Accent, question, sign, return portkey. The big box that contained the portkey has changed from crop to crop.

Until five o'clock in the morning when the time comes, the sky is getting brighter. The flow of visitors was sparse. At this time, Basil was already exhausted and dizzy, and Vast next to him was even more gloomy, and he didn't even have the strength to scold his boss.

I really hope that I won’t be so unlucky in the future, Basil thought to himself, on duty at this time.

......

Crack.

With the sound of portkey landing.

Someone lamented and complained: "Hey, I'm old, I'm old, I really can't use portkey anymore. Every time I use it, I will switch to...turn to nausea."

" Who asked you to follow, Old Guy? I can do it alone."

"Come on, that's Crouch! Do you really think you can meet him without my help? cough cough ..... Besides, I want to see something wrong with the Quiddich World Cup. You are here, can you miss this kind of competition?"

"Okay, shut up." A young voice said impatiently: "All of them are weak and cannot help the wind, so hurry up! The sun is out."

Basil and Vaster stood up straight.

This time came out of the fog with two silhouettes, one tall and one low. After approaching, Basil saw clearly that they were a teenager and an old man.

The tall boy has a strange appearance. He is about 1.78 meters tall, has a shiny head, and a silver earring is inlaid on his ears. His eyes are shining with dim golden in the morning sun. rays of light, very heroic.

Of course, his suit is more conspicuous.

He is wearing a deep blue wizard robe, with a double-layer shawl on his shoulders, with a silver eagle pattern inlaid on it. The tail of the robe is divided into three branches, which looks like the tail feathers of a certain bird. It is very gorgeous. . At first glance, it is a member of the Ancient Wizard Family.

In contrast, the old man next to him looks much shabby. He is wearing an old robe and a hood, crouching on his waist, and tremblingly holding the young man, as if the next second Will die on the ground.

Because of that boy’s peculiar and noble appearance, Basil cheered up. Although Ministry of Magic is expressly prohibited from wearing wizard clothes to watch the game, it does not mean that all wizards must abide by the rules. Those who break the rules are often more worthy of attention.

"Hello." Basil took a step forward.

The trembling old man stepped forward, "Hello, my name is Ali Bashir, this, this is my grandson, Horva Bashir."

"Ali Bashir, Jorva Bashir..."

Basil flipped through the list, "Oh, go forward , First Stage, turn left for a hundred meters."

"Thank you," the old man politely said with a smile: "It's hard...it's hard work." After finishing speaking, he felt like Alzheimer's. , Fell into a sluggishness.

The bald boy covered his brows with one hand to block the sun, and with the other hand handed a riddled football portkey to Basil: "Is this the entrance to the Quiddich World Cup?"

"The entrance is inside. We are responsible for recycling the portkey and signing." Basil took the riddled football and threw it into the box: "Oh, of course, if you are directly invited by the Ministry of Magic If you’re a guest, you don’t have to sign."

The bald boy nodded, "We are looking for Stinchcombe.Crouch. He invited us to come, may I ask, how should we go?"

"That's it."

Bazer looked straight and looked up on the parchment list, "Stinchcombe .Crouch ..... Stinchcombe .Crouch ......Oh, I found it. Go ahead about a half mile, in the third field at the front."

"Thank you."

The bald boy covered the sun and politely bowed to him. Bowed. Then he pulled the dying old man next to him: "Go, don't be in a daze!"

The old man reacted and complained: "You should feel sorry for me, Horva, I am old. , I need enough sleep, I can’t toss like you..."

"Come on," the young man Lazily said, "I'm dead and you won't die."

"Crow's mouth, do you want me to die so?"

"hmph, in the East, there is an old saying, I don’t know if you have heard it, it’s called-being old and not dying is a thief."

"You...!"

Along with the old man's angry grumble.

The two silhouettes, one old and one young, also disappeared in the early morning fog.

Basil became confused, he turned his head to look at Vast: "Is that the grandson's attitude toward grandfather?"

Vast stared at his tired eyes, and shrugged. "Maybe foreigners are just this virtue."

The strange grandfather and grandson just left.

There was another crackling sound in the distance, this time it was a large group of people.

"5:07, from Ferret Mountain." Vast said weakly.

Afterwards, a large group of people crash-bang rushed out of the morning mist, led by a red-haired man wearing Goyle’s jersey and old jeans. The pants were a bit too big on him. , He tied it with a wide leather belt.

"Good morning, Basil."

The red-haired man said, picked up a boot on the ground and handed it to Basil.

Basil took the boot tiredly and threw it into the trash can: "Hello, Arthur, not on duty, eh? Some people are lucky... We stayed here all night ...You better get out of the way, there is a large group of people coming from the Black Forest at a quarter past five.

Wait a minute, I will find out where your camp is...Weasley...Weasley..."

Basil looked on the parchment list, "Walk about 1/4/2021 mile, and the first site ahead is. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts. Diggory...you are on the second site …To Mr. Payne."

"Thank you, Basil." Arthur Weasley said.

He beckoned behind him, a large group of boys and a few girls, hehe haha, walked past them, and there were two identical red-haired twins who were playing naughty at the exhausted Basil. Tongue out.

After they all left, Vast said numbly:

"It's so lively."

"Who said no,"

Basil rubbed his eyes tiredly, "I really hope these people don't make any moths."