They followed the passage lit by lanterns back to the camp, and everyone took out the various magic lamps in the big tent and piled them into a small mountain.

"Except for the two 'big guys', the rest are all here." Clemmy said.

Lupin smiled and said, "Felix, your plan still shocks me a little. I've been waiting for today." Clemmy also looked at him expectantly.

Felix shrugged and put his wand against his forehead. Strands of silver light appeared at the tip of the wand.

"Hiss~"

Felix gritted his teeth and couldn't help muttering softly: "The model is too delicate, and it's a bit troublesome to take it out. That feeling is like digging a spoon out of the brain..."

Clemmy looked at him with disdain. The professor's description was too weird.

Felix pulled out a long strand of silver memory from his brain, tangled it into a ball, and held it in the palm of his hand. Then he stretched out his palm, and the air was intertwined with gold and silver threads. A six-pointed snowflake-like open-air corridor building slowly took shape in his hand. In the center of the snowflake corridor, there was a palm-sized vortex that was constantly surging. Felix waved his wand with his other hand, and magic lamps poured into the vortex one after another, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Under the gaze of the two, the six or seven-foot-tall snowflake-shaped building gently floated up and flew into the air, expanding and expanding until it occupied half of the camp. Then Felix pointed his wand downward, and the snowflake building suddenly fell down. Clemmy screamed, and the next second, she found herself in a gorgeous corridor.

In the corridor, magic lamps of various shapes loomed.

Then, Felix cast a levitation spell on himself, pulling himself to a height of thirty or forty feet. In the dark night, he looked like a huge kite, swaying in the wind.

He looked down from above, pointed his wand, and a corner of the snowflake corridor extended outward, connecting to the road back from the gymnasium.

Felix fell from midair, "Okay, almost there, let's take some time to adjust--"

"Professor Hep, what kind of magic is this?" Crème asked across the railing of a corridor.

"Well, why not call it the Requirement-Responsive... Thinking Cabin?"

"Requirement-Responsive Thinking Cabin." Crème pondered the name, it sounded strange, but when her palm passed through the pillars of the corridor, it made sense.

...

The Weasley family, Harry, Sirius and Hermione were swept forward by the tide of people, squeezed and squeezed, and they didn't relax until they left the gymnasium. They walked forward all the way, discussing the results of the previous game.

Overhead, leprechauns kept flying, holding a small golden or green lamp in their hands, and laughing in the air.

"The Irish team's chasers are great, no, everyone is great, and the cooperation is seamless. Bulgaria only has one absolute good player, Krum, but their cooperation is problematic, a big problem." Charlie commented.

"The character is not very good either, look at the number of fouls they have committed." Ron said.

"Ron," Charlie said, "reasonable fouls can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, especially when the opponent is in high spirits."

Mr. Weasley disagreed with him, "Charlie, I think the game should be clean. Elbows and small moves should not be allowed. Once they occur, the referee will blow the whistle..."

"Dad, you also said that it was just a whistle, not a penalty. In order to win the game, I remember some people cast evil spells. I experienced a lot when I was in school."

Mr. Weasley and Charlie argued fiercely. Charlie said helplessly, "I also hope that the game will be completely clean, but this kind of thing can't be prevented at all."

Hermione yawned loudly. Mr. Weasley noticed her state and said gently, "When we get back to the camp, we can have a cup of cocoa milk to help us sleep... Believe me, it will be noisy tonight."

Ginny was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes. She pulled Hermione's sleeve and walked forward, "Are they planning to have a bonfire party?"

"Ha! It's not impossible." Mr. Weasley said, "The competition ended too early, and it wasn't very enjoyable. You have to know that most people actually came prepared and were prepared to persist for three to five days... Just wait and see, it won't stop at night."

They found that the noise in front of them disappeared, replaced by a burst of exclamations, "Look over there!" Hermione's eyes widened.

On the road leading to the camp, an open corridor appeared in this direction at some point. Various lights were hung in the corridor, illuminating the exquisite patterns and designs on it.

"What is this?" Ginny was no longer sleepy and stood on tiptoe to see more clearly.

"I don't know..." Mr. Weasley looked confused, "Is it a program prepared by the Ministry?"

They walked closer and found that the corridor building was actually an illusion. A naughty child kept shuttling back and forth on both sides of the railing, giggling non-stop, and another older boy hid himself on the pillars of the corridor, thinking that his family would not be able to find him.

His parents looked at the little guy helplessly, and could only cooperate and look around him, "Little Leo, where are you hiding?"

The boy covered his mouth, his eyes curved into crescents.

"Obviously, it's related to Professor Hepp." The Weasley twins pointed to the magic lamp hanging in the corridor, "This is a product of Future World Company. I'll show you--"

He reached out and his fingertips passed through a palm-sized lion-shaped magic lamp. "Huh?" Is this also an illusion? But then they realized that this was a small game, and a line of golden text appeared in the air. It was a crossword puzzle.

'Which letter is an animal? '

"Oh, this is too simple." Fred muttered, "It's the letter B, which means bee." As soon as the voice fell, the lion-shaped magic lamp made a click, like a ripe melon falling off the green vine, floating and falling into his hand.

The little lion opened its eyes, hunched its body, and a pair of small wings stretched out from its back. It fluttered and flew up, circling around Fred. "Awoo~" It cried in a baby voice and spit out a white ball of light.

The light ball projected the shadow of a castle, with a line of small words, 'Future World - Headquarters located in Diagon Alley, UK'. The shadow flickered for a few seconds and disappeared, leaving only a milky white ball of light, emitting bright light.

"Wow," Fred said in admiration, "It seems that those guys have added new functions."

"Is it Mr. Hep's 'Future World' company?" Mr. Weasley asked with great interest. He had heard the Weasley brothers talking about it at the dinner table these days and learned a lot about the company.

"That's right," said Fred.

Mr. Weasley blinked, "So, girls and boys, are you still sleepy now?"

"Oh, Dad, we must at least get a small magic lamp for ourselves!" Ron shouted, and his words attracted a lot of approval. It can be seen that the word puzzle is not difficult, and everyone has hope.

In the 'Future World' tent, Felix held a small model of a corridor in his hand, and silver light flashed in his eyes. He seemed to have heard what they said, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Weasley family was looking for riddles, and Ron even boasted: "I want to guess ten!" But soon they realized the problem. Only the first guess was relatively simple, and the difficulty increased sharply in the second attempt.

Hermione was holding a small magic lamp of a pocket lion in her hand, standing in front of a magic dragon lamp the size of an owl. It was spewing "breath" everywhere, and there were seven or eight people watching around.

Harry came over. Hermione's word puzzle was a logical reasoning question. The dozen names on it made him dizzy. He read it carefully twice, but he didn't understand the meaning of the question.

"Do you know the answer?" He asked Hermione who was thinking hard.

"Oh, don't bother me, I'm almost thinking of it." Hermione said, her wand kept gesturing, leaving strange symbols in the air, should that be Latin letters? Harry thought, he walked through the crowd, walked around, and saw Mr. Barty Crouch head-on.

"Hello, Potter."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch." Harry said stiffly, Crouch had just had a quarrel with Sirius in the afternoon.

Barty Crouch's eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he was looking at a treasure, "Come with me, Harry, I have something to talk to you about."

"What?" Harry asked in astonishment.

"Regarding Sirius Black, someone has filed a lawsuit for attacking the wizards in Knockturn Alley while he was on the run." Crouch said indifferently.

"But the Ministry of Magic has already given proof! Sirius is innocent!" Harry said angrily.

"That's on the premise that no one will pursue it." Crouch said impatiently, he stretched out his hand -

"Let go of Harry!"

A roar rang out, Sirius came from behind, pushed Barty Crouch away, pulled out his wand and pointed it at him, "Old man, what do you want to do to Harry!"

Their conflict attracted the attention of a group of foreign fans. Crouch nodded to the two of them and left without looking back.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know, he said someone sued you and asked me to go with him." Harry said.

"How can it be - how could it be!" Sirius said in disbelief, "I'll go and ask him clearly!"

"Don't go," Harry grabbed Sirius, "Don't go, Sirius, he is a senior official of the Ministry of Magic -"

"I'm not afraid of him, let go, Harry!" Sirius said angrily.

"Sirius, I don't want to lose you again." Harry said.

Sirius lost all his strength at once, his fingers trembled, "Okay, let's go back to the tent first, you and I have a good talk, there is definitely something wrong with that Barty Crouch!"

Harry saw that he had persuaded Sirius, and said with a look of agreement: "I think so too, I have a guess..."

...

Fudge looked at the corridor building that suddenly appeared in front of him, and couldn't help asking the staff next to him: "Whose idea was this, why don't I know?"

A staff member of the Ministry of Magic said: "It's the 'Future World' company. They applied to hold a light show before, and we approved it, but, but..." He looked at the huge building in front of him and said hesitantly: "We didn't expect it to be so big."

"Felix Hepp's company?" Fudge asked. He didn't mention the issue of confidentiality. The noise made by 100,000 people this afternoon was much greater than it is now, and it was still late at night, in the wilderness, and there was no risk.

The only Muggle family living nearby should have gone to bed, and even if they didn't, the staff of the Ministry of Magic would let them sleep.

He was more concerned about whose company this was.

The staff nodded.

"Then when did he come up with this? It wasn't there when we were watching the game." He stretched out his thick fingers and drew a huge circle, including the buildings in his sight.

The staff member said, "I asked the colleagues who stayed behind, and he said--" He suddenly became hesitant: "He said it appeared suddenly. He was on duty, but a building fell from the sky..."

Fudge didn't say anything. After watching for a while, he waved his hand, "Don't bother me, I'll walk alone." He walked along the corridor and soon found fans guessing various lantern riddles. Some hidden corners would suddenly explode, often with a box of candy with the name of Future World Company, or various small souvenirs. Among them, the most eye-catching thing was something called "animation". It can be seen that

as long as the number of children gathered together reaches a certain standard, the corridor will surge and project a series of pictures, just like a comic strip connected together, but the attraction is much greater than the comic strip, the plot is coherent, the plot is interesting, and even he couldn't help watching for six or seven minutes until the animation ended.

At the end of the animation, there was a string of small words, "This product is under development and will be completed in the next three to five years. Please stay tuned." Then came the company name and address.

Fudge walked forward with mixed feelings, and finally came to the end of the corridor - there was a hexagonal open space. He realized that the place he came from was just one of the extended corners, and there were five similar corridors.

People came and went from different corridors, talking and laughing, holding various small magic lights in their hands.

"Brother Uriah, can we meet Mr. Hep?" A lively voice said. She was a young witch with bright golden hair.

The young wizard called 'Brother Uriah' smiled and said, "I'm not sure, but I will definitely see him at Hogwarts this year. Bethenny, where's your brother?" The

young witch sighed, "Byers is fighting with the crossword puzzle and is determined to get the second magic lamp. He doesn't think that there are 100,000 people here and they can't even get one. How can it be so easy to get the second one?"

Uriah smiled and said, "I hope he can succeed, so that I can exchange the thunderbird-shaped magic lamp with him." Bethenny

pointed to the open space, and a huge fire dragon suddenly appeared. It was a black Hungarian Horntail with a ferocious shape and a length of 70 feet. There was a commotion among the crowd.

A young witch stood under the dragon. Clemmy excitedly waved her wand to make the Hungarian Horntail move. It was glowing all over, which was why people didn't run away immediately. They recognized that it was fake and should be a huge magic lamp.

The dragon flapped its wings, flew up from the ground, and soared in the low sky. People in different parts of the camp looked up at the same time. The dragon was like a large light bulb, with milky white light all over its body.

"Welcome to the magic lamp exhibition hosted by Future World," said Clemmy Vera.

The Hungarian Horntail sprayed a fan-shaped light into the sky, like a brilliant fireworks display, and the crowd applauded.

"Is this an adult dragon?" Harry asked in astonishment outside the tent. It's not like he had never seen a dragon before. In the first grade, he saw Norbert raised by Hagrid, and took him to the observatory with Ron and Hermione, and let Charlie's friends take it away.

"Yes," said Sirius, "if you meet one, you must stay away from it."

"How dangerous are they? I know Charlie raises dragons in Romania," Harry asked.

"Dangerous?" Sirius repeated, saying seriously, "They can step on you to death with your spell, or burn you to death with fire. You must know that their flames are all magical flames. Don't try to challenge them without sufficient knowledge and professional training."

"Are spells ineffective against them?" Harry opened his mouth wide.

"Well, if your spell hits the scales, it's probably useless. Even if it's the skin, you have to aim at the right spot and keep casting spells at one place. Of course, you can also use tricks... such as deception or attacking weaknesses. The most convenient one is the eye disease spell, but it requires enough luck."

Then, they saw the performance of the fire dragon. Soon, the second fire dragon came on stage. It was slightly smaller, a Peruvian venomous dragon with brass scales and a raised black back.

The two fire dragons fought, biting each other, circling, and flying. Then all kinds of magical animals appeared, including the phoenix, the chimera, the unicorn, the flower fairy, the horned camel, the hippogriff, and the long-legged water snake. However, people did not realize that the animals that appeared later were actually constructed illusions.

The tent of the future world.

Felix hid inside, constantly controlling this unique performance. Lupin sat aside. He asked curiously, "Why are you not on the scene, but let Vera do it instead?"

Felix rolled his eyes, "I signed a confidentiality agreement and cannot reveal the project of the championship. It's not good for people to associate me with the dragon, and I have to control the scene."

He flicked his fingers, and five or six moon beasts quietly appeared in the "magic sandbox".

Lupin was choked by his answer, "A lot of magic lamps in the shape of dragons have been sold. Are you pretending that you have nothing to do with them?"

Felix explained seriously, "I just agreed to a magic lamp shape you designed."

The performance lasted for two hours, longer than the final of the Quidditch World Cup. Finally, Felix was a little tired. He informed Vera that after she announced the end of the performance, the magical animals in the sky and the snowflake-shaped corridor that occupied half of the camp disappeared little by little.

Clemmy and Arik ran back, unable to hide their excitement.

"Professor, Arik's flyers have all been sent out. We prepared 5,000, which is not enough. Many people can only write down their names."

"Well, it seems that the company is not short of orders." Felix said, "Remember to attach a brochure of the company's products when shipping. Some products that are still under development can also be put on it. This is also a kind of publicity."

Clemmy sighed and said, "I can imagine how busy it will be by then."

"Have you decided to stay, Vera?"

"Of course." Clemmy smiled and said, "I am a little looking forward to what the company will look like in five or ten years."

...

As the light show ended, the camp became quiet. Some scattered celebrants sang loudly and had small conflicts with others from time to time, but for a camp of 100,000 people, it was actually nothing. The staff of the Ministry of Magic could solve them quickly.

At three or four o'clock, a slight commotion sounded.