With Tiera's help and guidance, the tent was quickly set up.

Tiera has done molecular breeding of crops in her last life. Although it is mainly laboratory work, she sometimes needs to go out into the wild to collect wild-type rice and wheat. On average, she has to go out into the wild two or three times a year. Tent, Tiera still has a lot of experience.

"It might be a little crowded," exclaimed Mr. Weasley excitedly when the tent was set up, "but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and see."

Tiera bent down and slipped under the tent curtain. He entered an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment with bathroom and kitchen.

"Oh, it's only temporary." Mr. Weasley wiped his bald head with a handkerchief and peered out at the four bunk beds in the bedroom. "I borrowed it from Perkins in the office. Poor Man, he's got low back pain and can't camp anymore."

Mr. Weasley picked up the dusty canteen and looked inside. "We need some water..."

"On the map that Muggle gave us, there was a faucet," said Ron, who followed Harry into the tent, seemingly oblivious to the unusual space inside the tent, "on the other side of the camp. "

"Okay, then you and Harry, Hermione, and Tiera go get us some water, and then..." Mr. Weasley handed the kettle and two saucepans they brought, "...we The rest of you can pick up some firewood and prepare to make a fire, okay?"

"But we have stoves!" said Ron. "Why not just—"

"Ron, don't forget the Muggle safety regulations!" said Mr. Weasley, excited with the eagerness to try. "When the real Muggles are in camp, they're all making fires outdoors, I've seen them."

"About this..." Tiera opened her mouth, but after thinking about it, she had to close her mouth.

Apparently, Mr. Weasley was now desperate to experience Muggle life regardless of his inconvenience.

They took a quick tour of the girls' tents, only slightly smaller than the boys' tents, and then Tiera, Harry, Ron and Hermione set off across the camp with kettles and saucepans.

At this time, the sun was just rising, and the mist gradually dissipated. They saw tents in all directions, and they couldn't see the head at a glance.

They walked slowly among the tents, looking around with great interest.

From time to time adult wizards can be seen emerging from their tents and making breakfast.

Some looked furtively and lit the fire with their wands, others struck matches, with skeptical expressions on their faces, as if to think that it was definitely not going to work.

Three African wizards sat and talked solemnly, all dressed in long white robes, roasting what looked like a hare over a purple fire.

Another group of middle-aged American wizards sat chatting and laughing, with a shiny banner hanging high between their tents—

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

They also met their classmates from Hogwarts at camp—

Gryffindor Sword Saint Neville Longbottom, Demolition Wizard Seamus Finnigan, Elf Princess Luna Lovegood—

"Hi, Luna!" Tiera waved excitedly and ran towards Luna who was at the end of the water fetching team, leaving Ron, Harry and Hermione stunned.

"How was your summer vacation?" Tiera asked.

"Very good," Luna said with a smile. "What about you? Your hand..."

Luna glanced at Tiera's right arm——

"It's ready." Tiera raised her robotic right arm and shook it in front of Luna, "It's better than my original one."

"How can it be better than the original?" Luna asked. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Tiera said. "It's faster than **** the arm on."

Luna:  …

"I was...I was asking when your arm was blown off...forget it." Luna said, "By the way, my father and I met Mr. Diggory just now, when my father was talking about you , Mr. Diggory and Cedric Diggory seem a little unnatural, what happened?"

"It's not a big deal," Tiera said, then her eyes were ethereal and she looked into the distance, "It's his death star shining."

"..." Luna opened her mouth, then silently closed it again.

He didn't seem to know how to answer Tiera's words, so he silently stood at the end of the queue to draw water.

Tiera knew what Luna was thinking—

This kind little witch was already thinking about what Tierra meant by the death omens, and how to save Cedric.

I have to say that Cedric is really a perfect senior. He is tall and handsome. He studies well while exercising well. He is upright and humble, brave and gentle. He is simply a perfect person——

So perfect as if it didn't exist in the real world, so perfect—

The meaning of his appearance, his entire perfect life, seemed destined to be buried in that cemetery.

From the whole book of "Harry Potter", Cedric is a tool used to end Harry's childhood. All his beautiful qualities, his past, and the desperate cry of his father after his death, together constitute A dramatic tragedy--

These beautiful things are meant to be ruined for readers.

But here's the real world now, and seriously, it was easy for Tierra to save Cedric.

Break his legs, or break his fingers one by one.

It's easy to save him...

But not necessary.

Like Tierra said, Cedric is a tool man.

Only if he dies, or in other words, someone must die in the Triwizard Tournament, so that the plot can proceed smoothly. Otherwise, if Harry just says that Voldemort is back, according to the urgency of the Ministry of Magic, I am afraid it will be immediately Harry was sent to Azkaban.

If no one was sacrificed, the Ministry of Magic, which holds the Daily Prophet, could immediately characterize the matter.

At that time, I am afraid that Dumbledore's Army will really become "three or two kittens"——

Apart from Ron and Hermione, and the Weasleys, no one else would join Dumbledore's Army.

Therefore, maintaining the plot of the original is the most beneficial for the current Tiera.

There must be a conflict between the Order of the Phoenix and the Ministry of Magic, from which Tierra can use Harry's Dumbledore's Army to develop her power.

And in the scuffle at the Ministry of Magic at the end of the fifth grade, he completed his ritual of becoming a god.

In other words, the Goblet of Fire must be dead, and without Cedric there are others representing Hogwarts—

Therefore, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist~lightnovelpub.net~ It is better to send it to you, the person who was about to die.

...

Meanwhile, inside a special tent in the center of the camp.

"Aha, Mr. Crouch." A squat middle-aged wizard walked in and walked towards another wizard in the center of the tent. "What's so urgent, Mr. Crouch?"

"We've heard back from Mr. Dumbledore," Barty Crouch said. "He wants to lower the age limit a bit."

"Downgrade?" The chunky wizard, Ludo Bagman, "to what age?"

"Fourteen," said Barty Crouch.

"Why?" Ludo Bagman asked.

"Because...because Dumbledore said there was a student in the fourth year who was very talented...he wanted this student to participate."