Harry disentangled himself from Ron and got to his feet. They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch,the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho. "Morning, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, picking up the boot and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him ;Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, and a punctured football. Harry looked around and saw Percy looking at the empty thrashes of wastes in disgust. There is something different about the international wizard ,Harry could say that , at the same time that difference is not a bad difference .
He is not like some arrogant bastard who boasts about their achievement . He is very humble and modest . Harry is looking forward for the school year with Percy . Percy knows nearly all kinds of magic and he is nearly a expert in it . He don't know why he has to attend school at all. He was shaken out of his thoughts by Basil speaking to Mr.Weasely "Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some.... We've been here all night.... You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite.... Weasley ... Weasley...." He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory ... second field ... ask for Mr. Payne." "Thanks, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him.
They set off across the deserted moor, unable to make out much through the mist. After about twenty minutes, a small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. Beyond it, Harry could just make out the ghostly shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents, rising up the gentle slope of a large field toward a dark wood on the horizon. They said good-bye to the Diggorys and approached the cottage door.A man was standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. Harry knew at a glance that this was the only real Muggle for several acres. When he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them." Morning!" said Mr. Weasley brightly. "Morning," said the Muggle."Would you be Mr. Roberts?" "Aye, I would," said Mr. Roberts. "And who're you?" "Weasley - two tents, booked a couple of days ago?""Aye," said Mr. Roberts, consulting a list tacked to the door. "You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?""That's it," said Mr. Weasley."You'll be paying now, then?" said Mr. Roberts. "Ah - right - certainly -" said Mr. Weasley. He retreated a short distance from the cottage and beckoned Harry toward him. "Help me, Harry," he muttered ,pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket and starting to peel the notes apart."This one's a - a - a ten? Ah yes, I see the little number on it now... So this is afive?""A twenty," Harry corrected him in an undertone, uncomfortably aware of Mr.Roberts trying to catch every word. "Ah yes, so it is.... I don't know, these little bits of paper...""You foreign?" said Mr. Roberts as Mr. Weasley returned with the correct notes."Foreign?" repeated Mr. Weasley, puzzled."You're not the first one who's had trouble with money," said Mr. Roberts, scrutinizing Mr. Weasley closely. "I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago."
Before Mr.Weasely could say anything Percy strode forward and handed a bunch of money to Mr. Roberts . Mr.Weasely looked at Percy and said " You don't have to do that Percy . You are our guest ". Percy shook his head with a smile and said " It's okay Mr.Weasely . You had allowed me to stay at your home , this is something I could do ". Mr.Weasely looked uncomfortable but he nodded in the end causing Percy to give huge grin.
After Mr. Roberts checking the amount he said ""Never been this crowded," he said suddenly, looking out over the misty fieldagain. "Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up ,People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and a poncho.""Shouldn't he?" said Mr. Weasley anxiously "It's like some sort of... I dunno ... like some sort of rally," said Mr. Roberts. "They all seem to know each other. Like a big party."At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr.Roberts's front door."Obliviate!" he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts.Instantly, Mr. Roberts's eyes slid out of focus, his brows unknitted, and a took of dreamy unconcern fell over his face. Harry recognized the symptoms of one who had just had his memory modified. "A map of the campsite for you," Mr. Roberts said placidly to Mr. Weasley."And your change." "Thanks very much," said Mr. Weasley. The wizard in plus-fours accompanied them toward the gate to the campsite. He50looked exhausted: His chin was blue with stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes. Once out of earshot of Mr. Roberts, he muttered to Mr.Weasley, "Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagman's not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti Muggle security Blimey, I'll be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur."He Disapparated.
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