I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

Bunny and Hermione are both using Portkeys for the first time.

When the fingers of the two of them touched the holding glass bottle, they immediately felt a hook hook forward with irresistible momentum behind their navel, and Xiao Bu lifted his feet off the ground and flew up!

She could feel Lynn and Hermione beside her, their shoulders bumping against hers.

They flew forward like a gust of wind, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

Hermione's index finger clung to the bottle as if it were magnetic, pulling her towards it, and then what seemed to be a second passed before her feet hit the ground hard, buried Staggering against her side, she fell.

With a "bang", the door key also fell not far from her.

"I'm very upset, why can't we come here on a broomstick?" Xiao Bu said with a bitter face while sitting on the ground, clutching his butt.

Lynn reached out a hand to each of them and pulled them up from the ground.

This is not the first time he has used a Portkey, and he is quite familiar with this thing.

"If we were riding broomsticks, we would probably have to fly all day, and with so many wizards, it would startle the Muggles even at night."

Lin En said while helping them pat the dirt off their bodies.

Now they came to a misty swamp, and the surroundings looked wet, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

"7:05 from Primrose Hill."

In front of them stood two weary, sullen wizards.

One of them held a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.

Both of them dressed up as Muggles, but the effect was very average.

The man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-high galoshes, and his colleague wore the pleated skirt of the Scottish Highlands and a South American cape.

Jack walked up to the two wizards with the glass bottles in his hand.

"Good morning, Baltz."

"Hello, Jack." Baltz said wearily, "You are so lucky that you are not on duty today, but we have been guarding here all night."

Jack smiled and scratched his head.

"No, I also have work today. Mr. Leon asked me to help bring his nephew to the scene. You know, the supervisor is very busy today. Those foreign wizards are not very honest in the UK."

Hearing what he said, Baltz barely opened his eyes wide, and smiled at Lynn in a friendly manner.

Although he doesn't work under Leon's subordinates, the Auror supervisor is the Auror supervisor after all, so he has to please.

Who knows if a group of vicious Aurors will break into his house one day, search out a bunch of contraband and take him away.

Baltz put the glass bottle that Jack handed him into a large box.

Inside, Lynn saw other used portkeys, a battered boot, an old newspaper, an empty soda can and a battered football.

"Who is the name of the camp you reserved?" Balz looked at Lynn.

"Lynn Bellock" Lynn reported his name.

"Belloc Belloc." He searched on the long parchment, and finally found Lynn's last name.

"You are in Camp No. 3. If you don't know the location, you can use the camp next to the Weasley family as a reference. They have just arrived here not long ago, together with Sirius and Harry Potter. They are all red-haired. Tents are being pitched, easily identifiable."

"Thanks, Basil," said Jack, beckoning to Lynn and they followed him.

They walked through the uninhabited swamp, where they could hardly see anything in the thick fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door and a small stone house gradually appeared in front of them.

From here, you can vaguely see hundreds of tents standing on the open space ahead.

"Because there are too many wizards coming to watch the game, their overwhelming gathering together will definitely arouse the vigilance of some Muggles. Although the Ministry of Magic has to arrange for them to come here in batches, the cheaper the ticket price, the shorter the time required to come. Early, the earliest even lived here a week ago."

Jack explained to them, then stopped.

"My task of bringing you here is complete. After that, you just need to go to the Muggle administrator named Roberts and ask him where your tent is. Director Qian Leon should have already paid for it."

Lynn nodded.

"Thank you for bringing us here."

"It's easy to do, and don't forget to give me a good review from the supervisor." After finishing speaking, Jack used Apparition to leave.

Lynn brought Hermione and Xiaobu to the only Muggle administrator present.

Compared with the nondescript Muggle costumes of other wizards, Lynn and the others are obviously much more normal.

"Hello, Mr. Roberts, we should have booked a tent with you two days ago, and the name left is Belloc."

The Muggle named Roberts looked a little dazed, and he didn't react to Lynn's words immediately.

Xiao Bu whispered while grabbing Hermione's arm.

"He looked stupid, much like Lynn's owl."

Hermione patted her on the head.

"Don't speak ill of others behind their backs."

Lynn looked suspiciously at the only ordinary person among a group of wizards, wondering if he had been used too many forgetting spells, and his mind had become stupid.

At this time, a wizard wearing bloomers descended from the sky, and he walked to Lynn with a sad face.

"Well, the poor guy's state does look a little bit wrong. He may have received a series of relatively large stimuli and a series of forgetting them, causing some problems now."

Lynn frowned.

"Is it serious?"

"It's not serious, but I have to take him to St. Mungo's to see a therapist, hoping not to leave him with any sequelae."

The tone of the bloomer wizard was somewhat apologetic, at least there was no such thing as taking for granted that Muggles had suffered such a thing.

"Didn't the Ministry of Magic temporarily expand the recruitment of many wizards for this competition recently? Why do you choose a Muggle for such a critical place?"

The bloomer wizard was a little surprised that Lynn looked young, but he knew a lot about the Ministry of Magic, he explained.

"This is Mr. Balmain's mistake. He thought that there was no one available under the sports department, so he invited this newly unemployed Muggle. This Muggle wanted to do this job very much. After all, Mr. Balmain promised gave him a large sum of Muggle currency."