Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"The whole roast beef is ready."

Youmengyu's flat and soft voice sounded in the tent, and a group of people rushed out of the room happily.

The whole cow that had just been roasted continued to emit aroma to the surroundings. From time to time, the surrounding tent owners came to ask for two pieces, or exchange some food.

However, a group of people politely rejected the food offered by outsiders. With friends like twins by their side, a group of kids are extra vigilant about things given by outsiders...

As the entire camp wakes up, everyone often sees familiar people, Hogwarts students or their family members.

Maybe it's because Iger is so popular, or it may be because Iger is more talented and prosperous. Many people move closer to a group of people intentionally or unintentionally.

"Do you know? I just became a substitute player for Puddlemere United!" Wood said to everyone in a suppressed excited voice.

"Three minutes of silence for you, you are still the captain at Hogwarts..." Fred said loudly.

"Yeah, how about you come back from relegation? We can give you back the captain's position." George echoed.

"I think you should go to the Cannons..." Ron muttered with some regret: "Their uniforms look very similar to our Gryffindor uniforms, orange..."

"Oh...Come on, the Artillery team has only won the UEFA Cup 21 times, while the Puddlemere team has won 22 times!" Wood hurriedly defended his new team.

"Look, give this guy a Quaffle and he'll sell himself..." Fred shrugged.

In the distance, Ernie McLaggen waved in the direction of a group of people, and Iger also waved to him, but his eyes passed Ernie and looked at Qiu Zhang not far behind him.

Qiu Zhang glanced at Iger, smiled embarrassedly, waved to Iger secretly, and hurriedly dragged his friends away.

Hermione's face was a little dark... Aisha on the side laughed out loud.

The light of the bonfire shone on Iger, and he stretched out his hand and placed it gently in front of the bonfire. Iger avoided Hermione's interrogating gaze like a good baby.

Not far away, a group of teenagers pointed at Iger, and there was a burst of laughter from time to time.

Iger smiled helplessly, it seems that his horns and tail are quite attractive...

"They're so rude..." Hermione frowned.

"Who are they?" Harry asked Hermione over his shoulder.

"I don't know where the magic school is. After all, there are magic schools all over the world..." Iger shrugged, not paying attention at all.

Harry suddenly realized that the only foreign magic school he knew so far was Kunlun Hall. When he knew that there were many foreign schools, he suddenly felt a little stupid...

Adolescent teenagers have a sense of smallness and inferiority when they really come into contact with this wonderful world, and Harry probably feels this way at this time.

Perhaps because the location of the tent was too central, there were always officials from the Ministry of Magic coming and going around a group of people, and they would warmly greet Iger and Mr. Weasley every time they passed by.

Say hello to Mr. Weasley because he's popular, say hello to Iger because he's rich...

For example, the people in the Department of Management and Control of Mythical Creatures, Iger would send them a lot of gold Galleons every year to ensure that he could raise whatever he wanted, until he brought back four fire dragons from abroad...

The oil and water in this department has become exceptionally rich this summer…

Or the people from the Auror Command, who couldn't be more familiar...

Not to mention the Wizengamots...

Every year, Iger will give them a large sum of gold to ensure that no matter what happens in the future, I will be alone. Of course, the devil's things are not so easy to get. If they dare to eat inside and outside in the future, Iger will not feel burdened to kill them.

This is the use of money, and Iger feels that this should not be enough for the crime of bribery...

Mr. Weasley babbled about the people in the ministry to Harry and Hermione, and Hermione listened carefully. In her opinion, these people might all be her subordinates in the future...

"It's strange. Old Ludo looks so out of his mind. Normally, he will be the first to rush over." Arthur looked at Bagman who was trembling in pajamas in the distance with some puzzlement.

Beside Iger, the twins had smirks on their faces, as if they had thought of something interesting.

A wizard suddenly apparated by the bonfire in front of Iger, and seemed startled by the bonfire.

The person who came was wearing a spotless oversized suit and tie, his short black hair was well-coordinated, he had a Japanese-like mustache, and his leather shoes were well polished.

"Mr. Crouch!" Percy stood up excitedly, looking out of breath, he leaned over and bowed, looking like a hunchback.

Iger didn't like Percy's dog-legged appearance very much. It seemed that he was instinctively upset. This guy had a bit of a desire for power, and he really didn't look like a member of the Weasley family.

Look at the other brothers in the Weasley family. Although Bill is in Gringotts, his private life is very exciting, not to mention Charlie, a dragon player...

The twins run a prank shop, and as for Ron...maybe a figurine later on...

"Oh..." Crouch looked at Percy in surprise, "Hello, Wetherby..."

"Pfft..." The twins spouted out the tea with a smile, Percy blushed and pretended to be immersed in the teapot.

Iger didn't look like the smirks of the twins, he thought it was rude.

So he just laughed out loud...

"Hahahahahaha~"

Demonic laughter as if Mrs. Granger Apparated here...

Crouch didn't have much to say to Iger's group of young people, so he hurriedly took Mr. Weasley to talk about the entrance of the magic carpet. Looks very busy.

Facts have also proved that he is indeed very busy. Iger has just heard that the Ministry of Magic has arranged portkeys in five continental organizations for this Quidditch World Cup...

What a big project this is...

"Okay, I'm still going to meet those Bulgarians. Those people have a lot of trouble. Of course, there will be a lot of troublesome activities in the future, right, Mr. Morrissey." Crouch said earnestly, quickly step away.

"Huh? Oh..." Iger nodded perfunctorily with a piece of roast beef in his mouth.

"what activity?"

Crouch left under Percy's excited gaze. As soon as he left, the twins couldn't wait to get up together, staring at Iger with burning eyes.

"You'll find out soon enough." Mr. Weasley laughed.

"This is a secret, and we won't know until the Ministry decides to make it public." Percy said solemnly: "Mr. Crouch and Iger are right not to disclose the secret easily."

"Oh, all right, you shut up, Wetherby..." Fred sneered, and Percy's forehead flushed red again.

As the afternoon wears on, a feeling called excitement spreads over the camp like a palpable cloud, and at dusk even the still summer air seems to tremble with anticipation when night like As the curtain fell over thousands of eagerly awaiting wizards, and the last vestiges of camouflage disappeared, the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to some inevitable compulsion to stop fighting people and let those who clearly used magic Signs popped up here and there.

"It should have been like this a long time ago..." Charlie said with a sigh of relief: "Dad, he has already struck out six boxes of matches, just to light a bonfire..."

As night fell, people began to head towards the arena. Phantom peddlers descended from the sky every few steps, carrying trays and pushing carts filled with all kinds of strange gadgets.

The luminous rose-shaped badge-green represents Ireland, and red represents Bulgaria. Ron decisively bought two different colors, and pinned the bright red and green on his chest.

"I thought you didn't like the Bulgarian team." Hermione watched in surprise as Iger bought a red badge.

"Yeah, but I hate green more..." Iger muttered, and bought two green badges for Hermione and Aisha...

"Look at this green hat, doesn't it look good? There are clover on it." Iger said to Hermione with a smile.

"Pretty good." Hermione nodded.

Iger picked up the hat and put it on top of Hermione's head, completely ignoring Youmengyu's weird gaze beside him.

"Is there any problem?" Hermione turned her head to look at You Mengyu doubtfully.

"It's nothing...just as long as you're happy..." Youmengyu's voice was flat, one thing more is worse than one thing less, and she's short handed, not to mention that she also took 40% of the shares and a house, so short that she didn't even have an arm...

"Oh... I've saved my pocket money all summer, just for this." Ron said to Harry while shopping for souvenirs. He was wearing a green hat with clover fluttering in the wind. Wearing a small Viktor Krum figurine.

Krum's little figurine walked back and forth in Ron's hand, frowning and staring at the green badge on the other side of Ron's chest.

"They sell binoculars!" Harry yelled, rushing to a small stall.

"Panoramic binoculars!" The wizard peddler said enthusiastically, "You can replay the picture... or replay it in slow motion. Of course, if necessary, you can quickly flash the analysis of the game situation."

"How much?" Iger asked simply and straightforwardly, not interested in listening to his nonsense.

"One price, ten Galleons each." The peddler raised his finger.

"I wish I didn't buy a hat." Ron adjusted the green hat on his head regretfully, and looked at the telescope on the booth greedily.

"It's okay, put your hat on firmly." Iger turned his head and looked, and there were about twenty green hats behind him, and besides himself and Youmengyu, even Emily was wearing one...

"We want them all." Taking out a money bag and throwing it to the peddler, Iger waved his hand: "One for each!"

Immediately came the cheers of Fred and George from behind.

"I guessed it." Fred laughed.

Ron was a little embarrassed, he was always a little sensitive about this.

Harry didn't look outside at all. As a rich second generation, he wasn't short of money at all, it was nothing more than a little favor, so he immediately picked up a telescope and stuffed it into Ron's hand.

Fortunately, Iger bought one for everyone, and Ron didn't have too sensitive emotions.

He also understands Iger's approach, after all, this guy is too rich...

Harry would be embarrassed to buy something for Ron, but Iger wouldn't feel too much about buying him, after all...

Turning his head and taking a look, not to mention his own siblings, they even took one with Mr. Weasley.

"Don't feel embarrassed." Mr. Weasley patted Ron's shoulder lightly: "The only person in the Ministry of Magic who doesn't accept bribes from Iger is me..."

Ron: "???"

What is the relationship between the two? By the way, where does your sense of pride come from?

The deep and deep sound of gongs sounded in the distance, and thousands of red and green lanterns bloomed on the trees, illuminating the road to the stadium.

"It's time..." Iger grinned, "Let's go!"

Mr. Weasley was leading the way, and a group of people, clutching the small items they just bought, walked quickly into the woods in the direction illuminated by the lantern.

Hearing the sound of thousands of dense footsteps around him and the excited shouts of the crowd, Iger grinned: "It feels like a zombie siege..."

"Zombie? What's that?" Charlie turned his head curiously.

"A film culture of Muggles." Iger said simply.

Mr. Weasley immediately became excited when he heard the words: "What's the matter with that movie? To be honest, I've wanted to see it for a long time..."

Iger was a little helpless: "If Aunt Molly doesn't mind, I can give you a TV and a DVD player someday..."

"Really? Great, thank you very much." Mr. Weasley was very happy.

Although he was the only official of the Ministry of Magic who refused to accept bribes from Iger, he had always had little resistance to these Muggle objects.

Even the old guy who codified the law for the Ministry of Magic left a loophole for himself...

A group of people walked in the woods for about 20 minutes, and came out from the other end of the woods. This is when they found themselves in the shadow of a huge stadium. From a rough look, Iger thought he had returned to China.

The stadium and the bird's nest, which are supported by metal iron frames, collide with each other...

"At a cursory glance, it's about the size of ten cathedrals..." Harry muttered softly.

"It can accommodate a hundred thousand spectators," said Mr. Weasley.

Iger nodded, the bird's nest didn't run away...

"Five hundred staff members of the Ministry of Magic have been working on this for a whole year. Every inch of the land has been cast with the Muggle Repelling Curse. During this year, whenever a Muggle approaches here, they will suddenly think of the urgent matter Things, hurry away... may God bless them." Mr. Weasley looked loving.

Iger gave Mr. Weasley a strange look, this is another wizard who believes in God...

God, it's really not easy for the old man, I'm afraid it's not because there are always quick-acting heart-relief pills at home...

"First-class tickets!" The female wizard at the Ministry of Magic at the entrance looked at the tickets in their hands and smiled: "The top box, go upstairs, Arthur, go to the top."

"Thanks to Viktor, the ticket he gave us is also the top one." Harry whispered to Iger.

Iger was noncommittal, and he could wrap up the top layer if he wanted, but Iger still thanked Krum a little in his heart.

"It's nothing. Originally, my dad wanted to take me to the special seat." Draco raised his chin, as if he didn't appreciate it: "Sit in the same box with the minister."

"I don't want you to show off Draco like that outside." Lucius's slow voice sounded behind him, and he looked at his son.

If you are smart, you will know that it is not a wise choice to emphasize my relationship with Fudge in front of Iger...

Smiling at Iger with some embarrassment, Lucius left slowly, without saying hello to Mr. Weasley from the beginning to the end.

Of course, Mr. Weasley didn't seem to mind either, he seemed grateful that Lucius didn't bother him...

"Then you should sit up with your dad." Ron glanced at Draco impatiently.

Draco snorted and stopped talking. With the current relationship between the few people, as long as it doesn't involve showing off their wealth, or the dispute between the Lion Court and the Snake Court, Harry and Ron can still get along with Malfoy in harmony. And usually the relationship is pretty good.

But when it comes to issues of position, the few people will mercilessly tear apart...

A group of people walked towards the stairs above the stadium, all the way to the top stairs, and found a small box, which was at the highest point of the stadium, facing the golden goalposts. In the box were more than twenty purple and gold-plated The seats are divided into two rows front and rear.

"Is our number a bit too much?" Mr. Weasley looked awkwardly at the group of kids behind him, ranging from twelve to over two hundred years old... A group of kids looked at Mr. Weasley eagerly.

God, why didn't I notice when there were so many children around me when I came out?

Hell, if I knew I should have begged Molly...

His eyes swept over the twins, and Mr. Weasley looked at Iger again, Hermione and a large group of kids, their heads were buzzing.

In the box at this time, there were seven Weasley brothers and sisters, Iger, Harry, Draco, Hermione, Aisha, Youmengyu, Luna and Emily, and the last one ran out from home to join the camp. The Seamodian and Neville trio in…

A total of eighteen Gouwazi...

God, how can I stand this...

"You guys are already here? That's great." Remus walked in from the door: "I've bought a lot of things from the theater, and I'm really busy. You two should come to help..."

The twins hurriedly smiled, and dragged Remus to sit down.

Thank goodness you came at a good time...

Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly gathered everyone to sit down.

"There is enough space." Iger saw Mr. Weasley's concerns, and with a wave of his hand, the originally small box suddenly doubled in size.

"Thank you, child..." Mr. Weasley laughed: "Sit down first."

Iger nodded, casually took out a recliner from the box, and laid it on it leisurely...

Mr. Weasley: "..."

Nima's...It's nice to be rich...

"Oh, there is no roof, what if it rains?" Draco muttered complainingly, as if he didn't like the open roof very much.

"You reminded me..." Iger waved his hand, and there was another roof in the box.

"Think about it, what else is there, or someone left something at home, and I'm still in the mood to help you get it before the game starts." Iger looked at everyone cheerfully.

Everyone: ...

The strength really can do whatever it wants...

(Two days ago, I had a big chat with the editor in charge. He asked me to get back the passion I had at the beginning, because the plot has been very flat recently. After adjusting for several days, I finally adjusted it. I am here to explain my recent muddling I would like to apologize to everyone for the status, and please support me a lot, thank you, there is no charge for the number of words above 200.)