Hermione was worried at first.

She had seen many car accidents, and the bloody scenes were almost one of the biggest traumas in her childhood.

But after the motorcycle was in the air, Hermione found that it was a completely different experience from being on the ground.

Flying in the air, without the constraints of roads, and without having to worry about losing control of speed and colliding with others - Sirius was nearly two hundred meters away from them, and was gathering all his strength, clamoring to defeat Harry.

And there was no reference. Hermione sat in the back seat and couldn't see the dashboard. There were only white clouds passing by from time to time, or a few owls that were scared by them.

She couldn't feel how fast the motorcycle was going. There was a wind-proof spell on the motorcycle, so she could only feel a gentle breeze blowing.

In flying through the air, Harry and Sirius were neck and neck.

When they were almost at the camp, the two of them landed on the ground when no one was around and sped along the road - the camp provided for the wizards in this Quidditch World Cup was the property of ordinary people, so they had to behave a little better.

Even though he hadn't properly ridden a motorcycle for more than ten years, Sirius's skills were still superb, far beyond the reach of a novice like Harry who had only been riding for more than a month.

Obviously, there were people on board, but in Sirius's hands, it was as if he was the only one on the motorcycle, turning corners and taking shortcuts through the woods.

He pulled five full lengths away from Harry.

After he parked his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and posed as a winner, Harry slowly stopped beside him.

"Hey, Harry, I told you you're still a little short." Sirius poked his hand excitedly, "I've been wanting to do this for a long time. This year, when you go to school, I'm going to cross the Pacific Ocean."

"Please don't take me with you." Lupin lay on the motorcycle, exhausted.

Harry said expressionlessly: "Then Godfather, you have to consider the Ministry of Magic first. They will definitely cause trouble."

Sirius nodded seriously, rubbing his chin in thought.

Hermione sighed. She was slightly better than Lupin. Harry was not as "brave" as Sirius and drove in an orderly manner. Her face was just pale, not as pale as Lupin, who looked like he was about to lose half his life.

They were received by an ordinary person named Roberts, and received their number tags, the tents they had booked a few days ago, and a floor plan of the camp.

The wizards' carnival is almost a disaster for ordinary people.

Roberts' face was pale and his eyes were cloudy, obviously symptoms of being cast with the Forgetfulness Charm many times.

After all, wizards like Sirius and Arthur who have some understanding of the world of ordinary people are a minority. Most of them know almost nothing about ordinary people, and make many ridiculous jokes, which makes Harry wonder if there is something wrong with these people's brains.

It is difficult to use ordinary people's currency, but no matter which currency it is, the denomination is clearly written on it.

And wizards who can't wear clothes well.

Although there were indeed some differences between ordinary people's clothing and wizards' robes, Harry felt that the difference was not so big that a normal person would not be able to tell the difference between a skirt and pants, or even between pajamas and normal clothing.

And wizards who have grown up in Great Britain all their lives can even dress in the style of South America, and even say, "I can guarantee that this is how Muggles dress. I've seen it on their TV."

Their tent was at the edge of the camp. It was gold and red, with a huge griffin emblem on top, which contrasted sharply with the other colorful tents embroidered with the emblems of the two Quidditch teams.

"It's a pity that the Muggles are watching. It would be better if the lion could move." Sirius sighed.

"That's good." Harry walked in first.

The space inside the tent was much larger than it looked from the outside. It could almost be called a small house, with four bedrooms, one for each of them, two bathrooms, and a kitchen.

Harry and Hermione got busy.

They had been flying for almost the entire night and were now starving, so they needed to get something to eat.

Sirius and Lupin were cleaning outside. Although the house was very clean, they had to find something to do, otherwise they would really look like "incompetent adults" who had to rely on two children to take care of them.

After dinner, they walked out of the tent.

Saw many acquaintances.

The Weasleys also arrived, using a Portkey, and it was not a pleasant journey, as could be seen from the two footprints on Ron's face.

Arthur introduced him to many people.

Cuthbert Mockridge, the director of the Goblin Liaison Office, was very enthusiastic about Harry. Gilbert Whymper, a wizard with horns on his head, was a member of the Experimental Spells Committee. Even though Harry was only a fourth-grade wizard, he invited Harry, hoping that he could be considered for the Experimental Spells Committee after he graduated.

There were also a few memory cancellation agents, who were the busiest group of people. Even if they wanted to, they had no time to greet Harry properly.

and Ludo Bagman, Head of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, who was even more enthusiastic about Harry.

"Mr. Potter, you are so famous. I have wanted to meet you for a long time." Ludo opened his arms eagerly. "I heard that you are an extremely good seeker. Even some professional players can't compare to you."

Harry took a step back. "Sorry, I'm not into hugging men."

Ludo withdrew his arm awkwardly: "Have you ever considered becoming a professional Quidditch player? I used to be a beater for the Wimbledon Wasps, and I'm a famous player there. If you're willing..."

"I love Quidditch," Harry answered politely, "but I don't think of it as a career."

Ludo sighed, "That's a shame for Quidditch."

"Let's not talk about this. Do you want to play a game?"

His eyes and tone became equally fiery, and he waved his hand, revealing his true purpose.

"Play a game?" Harry was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Ludo stretched out his finger and made a gesture to represent money: "It's just a bet on the game, do you want to come?"

"I have convinced quite a few people, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, and Arthur, do you want to come?"

He didn't even glance at Lupin.

"Then I give you one Galleon, and Ireland wins." Arthur hesitated for a long time before he said a word.

Ludo said in a disappointed tone, "One Galleon?"

"Okay, Arthur, one Galleon, Ireland wins." He waved his wand and wrote on the notebook with his quill. Then he turned to look at Harry and Sirius. "So, gentlemen, do you want to play?"

Sirius whispered with Fred and George for a while before he looked up and pulled out a bag of Galleons from his robes: "I'll give you 200 Galleons!"

Ludo's eyes lit up.

Sirius went on: "Ireland will win, but Viktor Krum will catch the Snitch."

Ludo was stunned, and his tone became more enthusiastic: "Mr. Black, I have to remind you that this is almost impossible, although I can give you a very high odds, how about six times?"

"No problem." Sirius agreed readily, "We are very confident."

He pulled Fred and George along.

Arthur's face looked a little ugly: "Sirius, you shouldn't listen to two children..."

"They are not children anymore!" Sirius shook his head, "They are very smart, and they are excellent Quidditch players. I believe in them."

Fred shouted, "Dad, we have our own ideas, and Mr. Black didn't pay for it alone."

"We paid half of it," George said. He paused, thinking of something, and turned to look at Harry. "Of course, we didn't take the money from Weasley's Joke Shop. It was the money we earned from selling fireworks. It's the share that belongs to both of us."

Harry nodded.

Arthur lowered his voice: "It's not easy for you to make money. You only have..."

"Arthur, don't be so disappointing, it's just a game." Ludo shook his head and interrupted Arthur, "Then Mr. Potter, do you want to have some fun?"

Harry refused decisively: "No."

"Really? Maybe you can bet on Bulgaria. Krum is as good a seeker as you are." Ludo said temptingly.

Harry continued to shake his head.

Ludo didn't try to persuade him any further, as Sirius on the side had already started to grimace.

They continued to chat about a lot of things.

Ludo was looking for Barty Crouch, the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, an excellent wizard who knew more than 200 languages. He also talked about a witch named "Bertha Jorkins", with whom Ludo was somewhat dissatisfied.

He doesn't mind his men taking advantage of the situation.

But at such an important moment as the Quidditch World Cup, this witch disappeared. The Sports Department did not have many staff, and once she disappeared, other work had to be piled up on others. Although it was common for this not-so-bright witch to disappear.

This shocked Harry.

Can officials from the Ministry of Magic disappear so often and be away from their posts?

And from what Ludo said, his punishment for Bertha Jorkins was at most a few scoldings.

Hermione was also shocked.

No wonder there are always problems in the Ministry of Magic. With a system like this, how can it be good?

It was not until Ludo was called away that they were able to find time to continue visiting the camp. The Weasley family was not as short of money as before. Charlie and Bill were both very good people, and their current salaries were very high, high enough to support the family.

Percy officially became a member of the Ministry of Magic this year. Although he is just a small clerk, at least he has his own salary.

George and Fred were the richest in the family. Their joke workshop was extremely popular and they made a net profit of 300 Galleons in just one month. Even if they had to give a share to Harry, they still had hundreds of Galleons in their hands.

Ron and Ginny received twenty Galleons of pocket money from their two older brothers each.

I made a large purchase of team souvenirs, binoculars for watching the game, and action figures of the characters.

Ron held Krum's model carefully, his eyes burning.

This always made Harry and Hermione think of something involuntarily.