Xiao Qian and Hermione both use the door key for the first time.

　　 When their **** touched the holding glass bottle, they immediately felt a hook behind their belly button slamming forward with an irresistible momentum, and the little burying feet lifted off the ground and flew!

　　 She could feel Lynn and Hermione on either side of her, their shoulders bumping against hers.

　　 They flew forward like a gust of wind, and they couldn't see anything in front of them.

Hermione’s index finger was firmly attached to the bottle, as if the bottle had a magnetic force, pulling her over, and then it seemed that only a second had passed, and her feet fell heavily to the ground, burying her. She slammed into her side and fell down.

　　 "Boom", the door key also fell not far from her.

　　 "I'm very upset, why can't we ride a flying broomstick?" Xiao Buen said bitterly as he sat on the ground and clutched his ass.

　　 Lynn stretched out a hand towards each of them and pulled them up from the ground.

　　 This is not the first time he has used the door key, and he is quite familiar with this thing.

　　 "If we ride a flying broomstick, we estimate that we will have to fly all day, and so many wizards, even at night, it will alarm the Muggles."

　　 Lynn said while helping them slapping the dirt on their bodies.

　　 They came to a misty swamp now, and the surroundings looked wet, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

　　 "7:05, from Primrose Hill."

　　 In front of them, stood two weary and gloomy wizards.

　　 One of them is holding a large gold watch, the other is holding a thick roll of parchment and a feather pen.

　　 Both dressed up as Muggles, but the effect was mediocre.

　　 The man with the gold watch wears a tweed suit on top, but a pair of thigh-length rubber overshoes underneath. His colleague wears a short skirt and a South American cape like the pleated skirt worn by a Scottish Highlander.

　　 Jack walked to the two wizards with the glass bottles in his hand.

　　 "Good morning, Balz."

　　 "Hello, Jack." Balz said tiredly, "You are so happy, you are not on duty today, but we have been watching here all night."

　　 Jack smiled and scratched his head.

　　 "No, I also have a job today. Mr. Leon asked me to help bring his nephew to the scene. You know, the supervisor is very busy today. Those foreign wizards are not very honest in the UK."

　　 Hearing him say this, Balz narrowly opened his eyes and smiled friendly at Lynn.

　　Although he is not working under Leon's hand, the Auror supervisor is the Auror supervisor after all, so he should be flattered or flattered.

　　Who knows if one day there will be a gang of vicious Aurors who rushed into his house to search for a bunch of contraband and then take him away.

　　 Balz put the glass bottle that Jack had handed into his hand and put it into a large box.

　　 Lynn saw other used door keys inside, including a worn-out boot, an old newspaper, an empty can and a riddled football.

　　 "Who is the name of the camp you reserved?" Balz looked at Lynn.

　　 "Lynn Belloc" Lynn reported his name.

　　 "Belloc...Belloc..." He searched on the long parchment, and finally found Lynn's last name.

"You are in Camp 3, if you don’t know the location, you can use the camp next to Weasley’s as a reference. Not long after they arrived here, they were with Sirius and Harry Potter. They are all red-haired families. It’s setting up a camp, it’s easy to identify."

　　 "Thank you, Basil." Jack said, and he greeted Lynn and they followed him.

　　 They passed through the uninhabited swamp, almost invisible in the dense fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door appeared in front of them, and then a small stone house.

　　 From here, you can vaguely see hundreds of tents standing in the open space ahead.

"Because there are so many wizards who come to watch the game, their overwhelming gathering together will definitely arouse some Muggles' vigilance. Although the Ministry of Magic has to arrange for them to come here in batches, the cheaper the fare, the more time it will take to come. I lived here early, even a week ago."

　　 Jack explained to them, then stopped.

　　 "The task of bringing you here to me is complete. After that, you only need to find the Muggle keeper named Roberts and ask him where his tent is. Director Qian Leon should have already paid."

　　 Lynn nodded.

　　 "Thank you for bringing us here."

　　 "With your hand, don't forget to give me a good comment from the supervisor." Jack left with Apparition after speaking.

　　 Lynn took Hermione and Xiao Mu to the only Muggle manager present.

　　 Compared with the nondescript Muggle costumes of other wizards, Lynn and the others are obviously much more normal.

　　 "Hello Mr. Roberts, we should have booked a tent with you two days ago, and the name we left is Belloc."

　　 The Muggle named Roberts looked in a trance~lightnovelpub.net~ He didn't even react to Lynn's words for the first time.

　　 Xiao Bui grabbed Hermione's arm and whispered.

　　 "He looks dazed, much like the owl Lynn raised."

　　 Hermione patted her on the head.

　　 "Don’t speak ill of others behind your back."

　　 Lynn looked suspiciously at the only ordinary person among a group of wizards, wondering if he had been used too many Forgotten Curses, and his mind had become silly.

　　 At this time, a wizard wearing bloomers fell from the sky, and he walked to Lynn with a sad face.

　　 "Well, this poor guy does seem to be in a bad state. He may have received a series of larger stimuli and a series of forgotten them, causing some problems now."

　　 Lynn frowned.

"Is it serious?"

　　 "It's not serious, but I have to take him to St. Mungo to find a therapist for a look, and hope that he won't leave him with any sequelae."

　　 The bloomer wizard's tone was somewhat apologetic, at least there was no such thing as it should be thought that Muggles suffered such a thing.

　　 "Isn't the Ministry of Magic temporarily expanding the recruitment of many wizards for this competition? Why do you choose a Muggle to do it in such a critical place?"

　　 The bloomers wizard was a little surprised that Lynn didn't look very old at his age, but he knew a lot about the Ministry of Magic, he explained.

"This is Mr. Balmain's omission. He thought that no one under the Sports Department was available, so he invited this newly unemployed Muggle. This Muggle wants to do this job. After all, Mr. Balmain has promised. For him a large sum of Muggle currency."