After the water was drawn, Tiera asked Harry and others to go back first, while he helped Luna carry the water back to her camp.

Tiera spent another morning wandering around the camp area after that, looking here and there, looking for the Mottola Macaws camp site.

But the camp was so big and messy and cluttered that Tiera found nothing until he was almost driven out as a thief.

So when the sun moved to noon, Tiera had no choice but to return to the Weasleys' camp to share lunch with Harry and the rest of the Weasleys—

Or have lunch together.

Because Mr. Weasley's cooking skills are simply terrible, even if their lunch is a sandwich made in advance by Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley can think of the stupid operation of directly putting the sandwich into the pot.

After eating this sandwich soup, Tiera doubted her life, and when she ate it, Tiera even started to miss the lime-flavored elixir from Nick Lemay's house.

After lunch, Tierra, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, George and Fred Weasley left the Weasleys' camp as if they were fleeing.

"Hey, Tiera," said George Weasley, winking. "I heard you went looking for Mad Girl Luna?"

"Hey hey, Tiera is about to fall in love." Fred Weasley smirked while holding Tiera's arm from the other side.

Hearing what Fred said, Harry, who was walking at the front, slowed down and brought his ears closer.

"I'm getting old too." Tiera shrugged and said, "No, no, no, no one can't really have a relationship at this age, right?"

Harry, Ron, Hermione, George Weasley and Fred Weasley who have never been in a relationship:  …

George Fred and Fred Weasley stretched out their hands and squeezed Tiera's face fiercely, then put them down silently—

"That's right, Tierra," George Weasley asked again. "Do you know what's going to happen at Hogwarts?"

"Mr. Bagman... ah, it's Ludo Bagman, the head of sports at the Ministry of Magic, and it's all thanks to him that we got our Quidditch tickets," explained Fred Weasley. " Mr. Bagman just came."

"Hmm, then what?" Tiera asked.

He already knew what was going to happen this year.

But Tiera was going to look back and find a good time to tell them in the form of a prophecy to further consolidate her image as a prophet.

"Mr. Bagman just now..." Fred glanced at Harry--

"Mr. Bagman suddenly came over and said to test my strength." Harry took over.

"Huh?" Tiera also looked at Harry in astonishment--

"Why is he testing your strength?" Tiera asked. This paragraph is new, not in the original book.

"I don't know..." Harry said a little aggrieved. "As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up, and he drew out his wand and said he wanted to make a gesture with me."

"And then?" Tiera continued to ask.

"Then……"

"And then Harry was brought down by Mr. Bagman," said Ron.

"And then Bagman and Daddy muttered a few words and walked away disappointed," Ginny added.

"We asked Mr. Weasley if something was going to happen, but Mr. Weasley just smiled mysteriously, but wouldn't say anything," Hermione said, "so I wanted to ask you...you Do you know what?"

"I know." Tiera said decisively.

"Really?" Harry asked excitedly. "What is it?"

"Goblet of Fire." Tiera smiled mysteriously.

"Goblet of Fire?" The others looked at each other, "What is that?"

"There's only so much I can say," Tiera said. "And there will be French and Bulgarians coming to our school this year."

"Bulgarians?" Ron called suddenly.

"That's right, the Bulgarian," Tiera said. "That's Victor..."

"Victor Krum!" shouted Ron. "My God! Victor Krum is coming to our school? My God! My God!"

"Calm down, calm down," Tiera said, patting Ron on the shoulder. "You're going to hate him."

"No!" shouted Ron. "I love him!"

"Hehe, I have reservations about this," Tiera said.

"What's the event?" George and Fred Weasley asked. "Quick, quick, quick! Tell us! What is it?"

"Haha." Tiera smiled, then pursed her lips.

After that, no matter how Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and the Weasleys took turns bombing, Tiera kept silent.

Harry was so angry that he wanted to pry open Tierra's lips.

As the afternoon wore on, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

At dusk, even the silent summer air seems to be quivering with anticipation.

The last trace of camouflage disappeared as the night hung like a curtain over the hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards—

The Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable trend of turning against people and letting the obvious signs of magic be used everywhere.

Every few steps, an Apparitioned peddler descends from the sky, carrying a signature and pushing a cart full of bizarre toys:

There are glowing rosettes - green for Ireland.

Red for Bulgaria - and screaming out the names of the players,

There are tall green hats decorated with clover dancing in the wind.

There is a Bulgarian belt, and the lion with the mackerel on it can really roar.

There are national flags of the two countries, and their national anthems are played when they are waved.

There is also a small model of the Firebolt that can really fly.

There are statues of famous team members for collection, and those little statues can walk around in the palm of your hand with a smug look.

"Saved for a summer's pocket money, just for this." As the four leisurely walked through the hawkers, Ron said to Harry while shopping for souvenirs—

At this point, they had parted with the rest of the Weasley family. Ginny Weasley and the Weasley Twins went to their classmates at school, leaving only Tiera, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Four people weaving through the dizzying crowd of hawkers.

Ron bought a dancing clover hat and a large green rose badge, but he also bought a small statue of Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum. The little Krum walked back and forth in Ron's hands ~lightnovelpub.net~ frowning at the green badge above him.

"Wow, look at these!" said Harry, rushing to a cart that was piled high with what looked like binoculars, but was covered with all sorts of weird knobs and dials .

"Panoramic binoculars," the wizard peddler enthusiastically pitched. "You can replay the footage...in slow motion...and if you need it, it can quickly flash an analysis of the game. Let's make it, just ten Galleons."

"I wish I didn't buy this." Ron glanced at his dancing clover hat, and stared at the panoramic telescope.

"Buy four," Harry said to the wizard without hesitation.

"Don't—you don't bother," said Ron, blushing.

"No Harry!" Tiera said, putting a telescope back on the wizard's booth—

Then he took out a delicate monocle from his pocket and hung it on his right eye——