Chapter 453: Ludo Bagman

Sirius didn't explain that part, and Ivan naturally didn't want to talk.

He shared Sirius' opinion that the camp was secondary, and the most important thing was to have everyone together.

He was still thinking about the reasoning he had just made, and couldn't wait to fall into the Book of Abraham.

Everyone was in a good mood. They laughed and passed through the deserted wasteland. They could hardly see anything through the thick fog.

After about twenty minutes, a small stone hut by a gate opened into view.

Beyond the stone hut, there were thousands of oddly shaped tents.

They climbed up the gentle slope of a large field toward a dark forest on the horizon.

A man stood in the doorway, looking at the tents.

From his expression, he might be the only real Muggle in this large area.

It was Mr. Roberts, the site manager.

As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.

Mr. Weasley went to talk to him about renting a tent, and Harry was also in a hurry.

Since Mr. Weasley didn't know Muggle money, he had a hard time counting bills on a large roll of money.

He also called the pound a piece of wages, provoking suspicion from the opposing Muggle.

"That's strange. You're not the only one who can't figure out the amount of money," he said quietly, looking intently at Mr. Weasley and Harry behind him. "Just ten minutes ago, two people were going to pay me a lot of large gold coins."

Mr. Weasley did not speak and looked at him uneasily.

"There's never been so many people!" he wondered, his eyes glancing back at the misty field. "There have never been so many people. Hundreds of advance reservations and people keep coming..."

From his tone, it was like the beginning of a horror movie.

Perhaps for him, this incident was truly terrifying.

He was familiar with the place, and for no reason, strange strangers kept coming in, and his memory was constantly being reset.

"That's really strange, isn't it?" he continued. "Look, for a few days now, people have been coming from all over. Lots of foreigners. And not just foreigners, but lots of weirdos. I just saw a guy walking around in a kilt and a poncho that's obviously abnormal."

Mr. Weasley looked more uneasy and was already fiddling with his wand.

"I get the feeling everyone seems to know each other, like at a party!" he lowered his voice and said, "In here..."

At that moment, a wizard in Plus-fours suddenly appeared out of nowhere and landed at the door of the stone hut.

"Obliviate!" he said sharply, pointing his wand at the Muggle.

Instantly, his eyes slid out of focus, his eyebrows not knitted together.

His face showed a look of dreamy unconcern. "A map of the camp for you," He said placidly to Mr. Weasley, "And your change."

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

The wizard in plus-fours escorted them toward the camp gate.

He looked exhausted. His chin was blue with traces of red and he had deep purple shadows under his eyes.

"Terrible, Arthur!" he kept muttering. "I've had a lot of trouble with him. He needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. Besides, I've got a lot of wizards and trouble ahead of me."

"It's up to you alone?!" Mr. Weasley said in astonishment, "Where are the others?"

"Forget it. Ludo Bagman isn't helping. This was originally his Department's business, but he's just trolling and talking about Bludgers and Quaffles loudly, not caring about anti-Muggle security." He sighed heavily. "God, I'll be glad when this is over. It's a real job - see you later, Arthur!"

When he was done, he disappeared!

"I thought Mr. Baggins was the head of Magical Games and Sports" Ginny said in amazement. "He should know better than to talk about Bludgers around Muggles, shouldn't he?"

"Yes, dear!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "Ludo has always been a bit careless about safety issues, but you couldn't find someone more passionate than him to be head of the Sports Department. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know? and he was the best batsman Wimbourne Wasps ever had."

In the wizarding world, Ludo Bagman was a very famous and very popular person.

However, when he heard Mr. Weasley's words, Sirius scoffed.

"This soft-hearted man, Ivan! Bagman's past is not as glorious as the rumors. He has been accused of providing confidential information to the Mortifagi. There's no denying, however, that he's a complete fool, and I highly doubt he knew what he was doing at the time, but it's not wrong to be a little cordial. "

Ivan nodded, because Sirius was right; Ludo Bagman was a real idiot.

Listening to Mr. Weasley talk about Bagman, everyone had a hard time walking through the misty field.

They walked between long rows of stores and looked around. Most of the stores looked almost ordinary.

Their owners had tried to make them as Muggle as possible.

However, some of them had made a mistake by adding chimneys, or bells, or weather vanes.

Here and there was a very obviously magical marquee.

For example, in the middle of the field, there was a tent that was particularly eye-catching.

It was an extravagant striped silk confection like a miniature palace, with several peacocks tied up at the entrance.

A little further on they passed a tent that had three floors and several towers.

A little farther on was a tent with a front garden, complete with bird bath, sundial and fountain.

"It's always the same. Some people just can't resist showing off." Said Sirius, "When you go into the innermost recesses, near the camp of the pureblood wizarding families, you'll see what real luxury is."

From his expression, it was obvious that he was very upset about it, as if he was remembering something unpleasant.

Looking at Harry and Ron, they looked like they wanted to go have a look around.

They were very curious about the stores Sirius was talking about.

But at the thought of meeting Malfoy there, watching him show off his fancy store and laughing at them, they immediately lost interest.