Sirius didn't explain, so Ivan naturally wouldn't talk too much.
He shares the same opinion as Sirius, the camping environment is secondary, and the most important thing is for everyone to be together.
He was still thinking about the reasoning he had just drawn, wishing he could decipher the "Book of Abraham" as soon as possible.
Everyone was in high spirits, laughing and laughing as they walked through the desolate swamp, barely visible through the thick fog.
After walking forward for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.
Behind the stone house, there are hundreds of tents with strange shapes.
They followed the gentle slope of a large field that reached out to a dark wood on the horizon.
A man stood by the door, looking over the tents.
Judging from his expression, he was probably the only real Muggle in this large area.
It is just said, Mr. Roberts, the administrator of this site.
As soon as he heard their footsteps, he turned to look at them.
Mr. Weasley walked over to talk to him about renting a tent, and Harry hurried after him.
Since Mr. Weasley couldn't tell Muggle money apart, he was struggling to find it among the large rolls of notes.
And he also called the pound a colorful little piece of paper, which aroused suspicion from the Muggles on the opposite side.
"It's strange that you're not the only one who can't figure out the amount of money," he said in a low voice, looking carefully at Mr. Weasley and Harry standing behind him. "Just ten minutes ago, there was Two people will pay me a lot of big gold coins."
Mr. Weasley said nothing, but looked at him uneasily.
"There have never been so many people!" He said puzzledly, looking at the foggy campsite again, "There has never been so many people from my colleagues here. Hundreds of people have reserved tents, and people keep coming."
Judging from his tone, it was like the beginning of a horror movie.
Perhaps for him, this matter was indeed very terrifying.
In places I am familiar with, strange and strange people keep pouring in for no reason, while my memory is constantly being reset.
"It's strange, isn't it?!" he continued, "Look, since a few days ago, there are people from everywhere. Countless foreigners, not only foreigners, but also many strange people .I just saw a guy walking around in a pleated skirt and a South American cape, which is clearly not normal."
Mr. Weasley's uneasy expression became more and more obvious, and he was already touching his wand.
"I have a feeling that they all know each other, like a party!" He said in a low voice, "Inside"
At this moment, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed by the door of the stone house.
"Forget it all!" he snapped, pointing his wand at the Muggle.
Immediately, his eyes loosened and his brows loosened.
His face showed a dazed, indifferent expression, which is the state of memory when it is modified.
"Here's a plan of the camp," he said calmly to Mr. Weasley, "and your change."
"Thank you very much," said Mr. Weasley.
Several people entered the camp, accompanied by wizards in bloomers.
He looked very tired, his chin was unshaven and livid, and there were livid shadows under his eyes.
"Too bad, Arthur!" he kept muttering. "That Muggle got me into so much trouble, and to keep him happy I had to do the Oblivion Charm dozens of times a day. Besides, a A lot of uneasy wizards and troubles await me."
"Are you the only one busy?!" Mr. Weasley said in surprise, "Where are the others?!"
"Forget it, Ludo Bagman is not helping. It's supposed to be their department, but he's just walking around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, with no regard for Muggles , keep safe." He sighed heavily, "God, I wish this was over, it's been torture. See you later, Arthur!"
After he finished speaking, he apparated from the spot and disappeared!
"I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of the Department of Magical Sports," said Ginny, startled. "He should know you can't talk about Bludgers around Muggles, right?"
"Yes, dear!" Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "Ludo has always been a little sloppy about safety issues, but you can't find a more passionate person to be the leader of the Sports Division. You You know, he used to play Quidditch for Great Britain, he's the best batsman ever for the Wimbourne Hornets."
In the wizarding world, Ludo Bagman is a very well-known man and very popular.
However, Sirius sneered when he heard Mr. Weasley's words.
"Be careful with this man, Ivan!" He leaned over and whispered, "Bagman's past is not as glorious as the rumors say, he was once accused of providing confidential information for the Death Eaters. However, it is undeniable that he is a full-fledged Stupid, I doubt he knew what he was doing at the time, but be careful, there is nothing wrong."
Ivan nodded, Sirius' guess was right, Ludo Bagman is a real idiot.
Listening to Mr. Weasley and Bagman's introduction, everyone walked hard on the misty camp.
They passed between two long rows of tents, most of which looked like nothing special.
Evidently their owners had taken great pains to make them as Muggle tents as possible.
But some accidentally overdid it, adding chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes to the superfluity, making it nondescript.
Occasionally, there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted.
For example, in the middle of the camp, there is a tent that is particularly conspicuous.
It uses a lot of striped silk so extravagantly that it looks like a small palace, with a few live peacocks tied at the entrance.
Moving forward, they saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building, with several turrets beside it.
Further there, there is a garden in front of the tent door, which has birdbaths, sundials, fountains and so on.
"It's always like this, some people can't help but want to show off." Sirius said, "When you get into the innermost camp, near the camp belonging to the pure-blood wizard family, you will find out what real luxury is. "
Judging from his expression, he was clearly disgusted by this, as if recalling some unpleasant experience.
Judging by the looks of Harry and Ron, they seemed to want to go and see them.
They were very curious about the tents that Sirius had mentioned.
But the thought of meeting Malfoy there, watching him showing off his high-end tent and laughing at them there, everyone suddenly lost interest. (.)