Kyle was already very familiar with using portkeys to travel, and he stood firmly on the ground after finishing.

Harry and Ron bumped into each other when they landed, and nearly stuck their heads into the bushes nearby.

"Five-seven from Stoat Hill," said a voice.

In front of them stood two exhausted, gloomy-looking wizards, who should be the ones in charge of registration.

"Good morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the worn-out boot and handing it over. The man threw it into a large box beside him, which was filled with used portkeys. In addition to the boot, there were also old newspapers, empty cans, and broken light bulbs...

"Hello, Arthur," Basil said wearily, with dark circles under his eyes, "I'm not on duty, what a lucky guy... but you'd better get out of the way, there's a large group coming from the Black Forest at 5:15.

Weasley's camp... Oh, I found it. It's the first field a quarter mile ahead. The manager is Mr. Roberts..."

"Sorry." At this time, Kyle suddenly said, "Excuse me, has Connor Prince arrived?"

Basil glanced at the thick parchment in his hand, "She was ten minutes ahead of you and in the first field."

"Thanks."

Mr. Weasley also noticed that he didn't seem to want to say too much, so he asked everyone to leave.

"I think the two of them have been guarding here for the entire night. There are still at least ten hours left. This is not an easy job."

"Just the two of them?" Harry asked.

"I suppose so," said Mr. Weasley. "The Ministry is short-staffed..."

They walked through the uninhabited swamp for about twenty minutes, and gradually a door appeared in front of them, then a small stone house, and behind it they could vaguely see hundreds of strangely shaped tents.

Several people came to the stone house. A man was standing at the door, talking to another wizard with lingering doubts on his face.

Because the other party was wearing a pair of long rubber shoes and a South American cloak, and asked him if he wanted galleons or Sickles.

Mr Roberts repeatedly explained that he wanted pounds sterling.

This was clearly a real Muggle, probably the only one on the premises.

In the end, the man simply stuffed a handful of Galleons into his hand impatiently and told him to go to Gringotts to exchange them himself.

Mr. Roberts grabbed a handful of gold coins and was stunned.

Just then, a wizard in knickerbockers suddenly dropped from the sky next to him.

"Oblivion is all!"

Suddenly, Mr. Roberts' eyes became blurred and his face looked dazed.

The gold coins in his hand were also taken away and exchanged for a few pounds.

"Give you a map of the camp." Mr. Roberts calmly took out a map and handed it to the wizard in front of him.

"Forgetfulness Charm..." Harry frowned, "Why can't they let a wizard be the camp manager?"

"I don't know either, but..." Mr. Weasley suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Maybe someone wants to use this to show that they get along well with Muggles... You know, many of the people who came this time are foreign wizards."

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley curled his lips, as if he didn't like this behavior...but since it was the minister's request, he couldn't change it.

After the wizard left, it was Mr. Weasley's turn.

At the back of the team, Fred winked at Kyle and quickly left the team.

"Dad, let's go to the camp and see you later!" Fred said, and ran towards the camp with George.

Kyle, Cedric and Cho followed immediately.

"Remember not to run around and don't cause trouble!" Mr. Weasley shouted from behind, "Otherwise I'll tell your mother when we get back!"

Several people waved their hands to show that they heard it.

They made their way to the camp and stopped.

Fred and George turned around and said impatiently, "How about we do it here? There are already quite a few people here."

Kyle looked around.

"No problem." Kyle nodded.

Cedric tapped the stone next to him with his wand and it turned into a small cart with a bucket.

Kyle took out several boxes that had been cast with the Traceless Extension Charm, opened the lids, and placed them neatly on the cart.

Then he picked up a firework and threw it into the sky.

“Bang!”

The fireworks exploded, forming a huge clover pattern in the air.

The commotion here quickly attracted a lot of people's attention.

"Oh... this is awesome!" A young man who was obviously an Irish fan ran over, pointed at the fireworks in the sky and asked, "How much is this?"

"Two Sickles a pop. If you buy ten, you only have to pay one Galleon."

"Give me ten." The man took out a gold coin. "Oh, this hat is also good. It can dance. Give me one too. I want the Irish team's... and the flag... I also want a poster with the players' iconic moves, preferably Ivanova..."

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In the end, the man left five Galleons and walked away contentedly with a lot of things.

Fred and George were so happy to meet such a generous customer right after opening that they could hardly stop grinning.

"These things look good..." Another middle-aged wizard walked over.

"But I support Bulgaria. Do you have any here?"

"Of course." Fred threw another firework, and this time it exploded into a red lion.

"I want ten of them, one galleon each, right?" the man said. "And I want a cap and a badge, also from Bulgaria."

"no problem……"

A lot of people gathered around out of curiosity, and since these things were not expensive, everyone was basically willing to spend some money to buy some interesting little gadgets.

You have to buy these things anyway. If you watch the game empty-handed, the experience will be reduced by half.

Moreover, most wizards who can afford the tickets will not care about this small amount of money, including the young children, who will take out the pocket money they have saved for the whole summer and pick out two of their favorites.

"Hello, I want a badge." Another person came.

The voice was familiar, and Kyle raised his head subconsciously.

"Kanna!"

Qiu at the side asked in surprise: "How did you know we were here?"

"Because I saw this." Kanna raised her hand and pointed at two patterns in the air. "I guessed that you were here."

"No wonder you never stopped the fireworks!" Fred looked at Kyle suspiciously, "You didn't intend to tell Kanna that we are here in this way from the beginning."

"I see..." George said, "I couldn't understand why you insisted on setting off fireworks when there were so many customers."

"It works, doesn't it?" Kyle shrugged.

"That's true," said Fred. "It's not easy to find someone in such a large camp."

"Master Kyle..." a sharp voice came.

Everyone then noticed that there was an old and ugly house-elf following Connor.

"Kreacher?" Kyle asked, "Why are you here?"

"Mr. Snape asked Kreacher to protect Miss Connor... He thought it was unsafe here."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Kyle always felt that Kreacher had something else to say.

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(End of this chapter)