As more and more people gathered on the field, the tents gradually became less diverse.

When the first Bulgarian team flag was printed on the tent, everyone else could not sit still and added the logo of their support team to their own tents, and the venue gradually became clearly divided.

Occasionally, there would be a Bulgarian suddenly appearing in the Irish supporters' camp, but the next second, that person would pack up his tent and move to the other camp.

At this time, the members of the Ministry of Magic who are responsible for managing the venue will turn a blind eye and pretend not to see it.

However, the Weasley family did not participate.

After all, there are so many of them, and some support different teams, so it is impossible to reach a consensus. Even if they want to take sides, they can't. They can only remain neutral and watch the fun from the sidelines.

"I've never met so many foreign wizards." While waiting for dinner, Harry returned to the tent with a bucket of water.

This was his second time fetching water.

Harry liked this job very much because every time he went to fetch water, he would meet many wizards he had never seen before.

For example, not far from their tent, there were three African wizards with some kind of paint on their faces. Harry had never seen them use wands... because they could make the barbecue on the stove turn over automatically with just a flick of their fingers.

"Those people are really amazing." Harry whispered to Ron, "I remember Professor Flitwick said that this is wandless spellcasting, a very advanced skill that even seventh-year graduates may not be able to learn.

But they look about 15 or 16 years old, not much older than us.”

"No, Harry." Bill, who happened to be passing by, heard his words and whispered, "Those people are from the Ugadu School of Magic. They are not used to using wands, but prefer the ancient gesture magic."

"Vagardo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…?" Harry repeated.

"Yes," said Bill. "It's located in the Mountains of the Moon in Africa. It's as old as Hogwarts itself, and wands are the least important commodity there."

Harry nodded, trying not to look too surprised.

Seeing wizards from so many countries on the field, he suddenly felt that he was so stupid that he never realized that Hogwarts was not the only magic school.

Soon, Kreacher prepared lunch.

There were so many of them that it was too crowded to eat in the tent, so Mr. Weasley set up a large table outside.

Everyone sat in a circle, eating and discussing the upcoming game.

Ron tried his best to tell others how powerful Viktor Krum was, trying to persuade them to join the camp supporting Bulgaria, but to little avail.

Even Cedric pretended not to hear... He was the only one there who was a Seeker but supported the Irish team.

The remaining two Seekers, Harry and Charlie, are both devoted fans of Bulgaria.

Just as Ron emphasized Krum's age for the third time, Mr. Weasley suddenly stood up, smiled and waved to the man who was striding towards him.

"Ha ha!" he said, "the most important person at the moment is Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was wearing the jersey of his former Wimbledon Hornets team, which attracted special attention. However, this dress was a little too small for him now. The robe was tightly stretched on his big belly. It seemed that it was made temporarily without even time to adjust the size.

"Aha, Arthur, what are you eating? I can smell the delicious aroma from a long way off," Bagman shouted happily. He jumped up and down as if he had springs under his feet. It was obvious that he was in a state of extreme excitement.

"It's just a very ordinary lunch." Mr. Weasley said, "If you don't mind, let's eat together."

"I would love to, but unfortunately I have already promised Volkov to have lunch with him."

Bagman smiled and said, "This young Bulgarian hitter is probably trying to learn a trick from me. He's a cunning guy, but I admire him."

At this moment, Percy hurriedly stepped forward and extended his hand, hoping to leave a good impression on the Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education of the Ministry of Magic.

"Ah, I almost forgot to introduce them." Mr. Weasley said with a smile, "This is my son Percy, who just happened to work at the Ministry of Magic. There are also Bill and Charlie. They both work abroad and just came back recently... Over there are Kyle and Cedric..."

Mr. Weasley introduced everyone one by one, but Bagman didn't seem to care much about it. He only looked up slightly when he heard Kyle's name.

When Mr. Weasley introduced Harry, he immediately shifted his attention to the scar on Harry's forehead.

"Let me introduce him to you." Seeing Hermione's puzzled look, he continued, "This is Ludo Bagman, the best batsman ever for Wimbourne Wasps, who once represented England in the World Cup.

And we were able to get such good tickets thanks to him.”

Bagman smiled and waved his hand as if to say it was nothing.

"Want to place a bet on the game, Arthur?"

After the greetings, he told the purpose of his visit, "I have persuaded Rody Pontner to make a bet with me. He said that Bulgaria would score the first goal... Little Agatha Timms bet half of her farm and bet that the game would last a week."

"Oh, all right then," said Mr. Weasley, "I'll put a Galleon on Ireland to win, all right?"

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He originally didn't want to get involved, but considering that Bagman had helped them get such good tickets, he decided to cooperate.

"One Galleon?" Bagman looked a little disappointed, but soon recovered his interest. "Great...anyone else want to join?"

"We... Ouch!"

Fred was about to speak when he immediately doubled over with a scream.

Kyle slid the shoe off his foot and said calmly, "I'm sorry Mr. Bagman, he was just trying to say that we just bought a lot of souvenirs and don't have much spending money... How about five coppers?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to take all your pocket money," Bagman said with a polite smile.

Then he looked at Mr. Weasley and said, "Can you do me a favor? I've been looking for Barty Crouch. The Bulgarian Ministry of Magic officials are deliberately making things difficult for us, but I can't understand a word he says. Barty can solve this problem. He speaks about one hundred and fifty languages."

"Mr. Crouch?" Percy suddenly became restless with excitement when he heard the name.

He was acting exactly like Ron had just done when he mentioned Krum.

"Mr. Crouch can speak two hundred languages, including those of mermaids, turkeys, and trolls..."

"Oh!" Kyle exclaimed sincerely.

If it were just mermaids and trolls, he could do it too, but as for turkeys... he was unable to do so.

But then again, who in their right mind would want to talk to a turkey?

"Yes, you're right," said Bagman lazily. "Bati is indeed admirable in that respect... Ah, there he comes, Batty!"

A wizard suddenly Apparated next to them.

When Percy saw the person coming, he was so excited that he couldn't breathe properly and was shaking all over like a mandrake pulled out of the pot.

"Ludo, I've been looking for you." Crouch's eyes quickly locked on Bagman. "The Bulgarians insist that we add twelve more seats to the top box. You'd better discuss this with them before the game starts."

(End of this chapter)