0424 Magical


    Harry stood rooted, his emerald eyes widening to the point where they threatened to pop out of their sockets. The sight before him was magical, far surpassing even his wildest imaginings. He barely registered Mr. Weasley''s enthusiastic boasting in the background, so captivated was he by the expansive vibrant spectacle that unfolded across the vast expanse ofwn stretching out before them.


    The gently rolling green field, which seemed to extend endlessly towards the distant, dark line of an ancient forest, was absolutely packed with life and color. Thousands upon thousands of tents nketed thendscape, arranged in neat, orderly rows that created a patchwork of fabric and magic. The sheer scale of it all was breathtaking.


    Most of the tents, Harry observed with amusement, were clearly attempts by their wizard owners to blend in with the Muggle world. These unremarkable structures stood in stark contrast to the more mboyant creations that dotted thendscape. Some fanatical magic users had gone to great lengths to outdo their neighbors, resulting in a delightful hodgepodge of architectural absurdities.


    Harry''s gaze was drawn to a particrly ostentatious tent nearby, which had not only a decorative brick chimneyplete with curling smoke, but also an intricately carved wooden door with a shiny brass knocker and – most bizarrely – a fully functional weathervane perched atop its peaked roof.


    As his eyes traveled further afield, towards the edge of the forest, Harry noticed that the tents became even more oundish and diverse. Here, wizarding culture from around the globe was on full disy, with no attempts made to conceal the magical nature.


    A group of tents that looked like they''d been plucked straight from the Arabian Nights stood proudly, their silk walls shimmering with ever-changing patterns of starlight and desertndscapes. Nearby, a collection of structures that resembled traditional Japanese pagodas stretched towards the sky, their roofs were decorated with softly tinkling wind chimes that yed haunting melodies.


    Even more eye-catching was an enormous tent crafted entirely from what appeared to be living ice. Despite the warm summer air, a light dusting of snow continuously fell around its perimeter, much to the delight of a group of young children who danced and yed near it.


    Harry''s ears were assaulted by a symphony of differentnguages, He even caught snippets ofnguages he couldn''t begin to identify – was that person actually speaking Mermish, or had he imagined the haunting, gurgling sounds?


    Amidst the sea of tents, a constant stream of people moved to and fro, their robes and outfits a riot of colors and styles that reflected the truly international nature of the event. Harry spotted a group of African wizards draped in vivid kente cloth, their wands tucked behind their ears as they discussed what sounded like Quidditch strategies. Not far from them, a cluster of witches wearing headdresses that Hermione recognized as traditional Russian kokoshniks haggled cheerfully with a vendor over the price of some steaming meat pies.


    The vendors themselves added anotheryer of excitement to the already electric atmosphere. Everywhere Harry looked, there were peddlers hawking their products from enchanted carts and stalls. Some of these magical merchants pushed carts like that of the trolley on the Hogwarts Express, loaded with familiar treats like Chocte Frogs and Bertie Bott''s Every vor Beans. Others offered more exotic goods – Harry''s mouth watered at the sight of a cart piled high with glistening, rainbow-hued fruits that he''d never seen before.


    One particrly enthusiastic vendor, his hat adorned with what looked suspiciously like live leprechauns, was shouting at the top of his lungs as he demonstrated a set of self-shuffling ying cards. Every few seconds, the cards would leap from his hands, perform an intricate aerial dance, and then neatly reassemble themselves into a perfect deck.


    "It''s truly impressive, Arthur!" Sirius''s voice cut through Harry''s reverie, drawing his attention back to the group. Harry turned to see Sirius''s face zing with genuine admiration. "The Ministry asionally manages to do something worthwhile. You''ve essentially built a city here. Tell me, have you counted how many people havee to watch the match?"


    Mr. Weasley''s chest puffed out with pride, his thinning red hair catching the morning sunlight as he grinned at Sirius. "When I got the tickets from Ludo, he mentioned that they''d sold about a hundred thousand tickets in total. I reckon those who managed to get tickets wouldn''t pass up the chance toe, so... I''d say no fewer than a hundred thousand people!"


    The number hung in the air for a moment.


    <em><strong>''A hundred thousand!''</strong></em> Harry felt his jaw drop, and he wasn''t alone. Even the Weasley children, who had grown up immersed in the Wizarding world, looked utterly gobsmacked. Ron''s freckles stood out even more prominently against his suddenly pale face, while the twins, Fred and George, for once seemed at a loss for words.


    "I never imagined there were so many wizards!" Harry finally managed to say, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief.


    Mr. Weasley''s eyes twinkled as he observed the stunned faces of the young people around him. "The wizarding world is much more than just Hogwarts, children—" he said with a warm smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. Then, ncing at the sun that had now fully risen above the horizon, he pped his hands briskly. "Come on, kids. The match starts tonight, so we have a whole day to explore this spectacle. First, we need to set up our tent, then make a fire—all using Muggle methods, as per Ministry regtions!"


    Harry couldn''t help but grin at Mr. Weasley''s enthusiasm for Muggle ways, even as he noticed that the Ministry''s regtions didn''t seem to carry much weight here. Just a stone''s throw away, a group of wizards who looked like they might be from somewhere in Africa were conjuring arge, shimmering purple fire with casual flicks of their wands.


    Harry knew Mr. Weasley''s style well enough by now to recognize that for him, the prospect of trying out Muggle living methods might be even more exciting than the uing Quidditch match. The gleam in Mr. Weasley''s eyes as he patted the pockets of his Muggle-style jacket, searching for matches, was unmistakable.


    "No need to bother with the tent, Arthur—" Sirius interjected gently, cing a hand on Mr. Weasley''s shoulder. "A week ago, I had Kreacher—that''s the ck family''s house-elfe and set up the tent. Remus should have arrivedst night and is probably waiting for us now!"


    Mr. Weasley''s face fell soically that Harry had to stifle augh. "Oh, what?" he said, looking as though someone had just told him Christmas had been canceled. "Well... but there are quite a few of us. Are you sure we don''t need to put up another tent?"


    Sirius, either oblivious to or choosing to ignore Mr. Weasley''s disappointment, waved a hand dismissively. "I''m certain, Arthur. The tent Kreacher brought is one my father used to use. It couldfortably house about twenty trolls, so it''s more than enough for all of us."


    At this, Harry and the others couldn''t contain their amusement any longer. They giggled quietly, exchanging knowing looks. It was clear that Sirius, for all his good intentions, didn''t quite grasp the depth of Mr. Weasley''s fascination with Muggle methods.


    Seemingly unaware of the quietughter, Sirius took charge, his eyes scanning the expansive campground with the keen gaze in order to position himself in these unfamiliar surroundings. After a moment, he nodded decisively and began leading them down the gently sloping hill they had been standing on.


    As they made their way through thebyrinth of tents, the delicious aroma of cooking food began to permeate the air. It seemed that breakfast was a universal custom for wizards from all corners of the globe. All around them, bleary-eyed campers were emerging from their tents, yawning and stretching as they set about lighting fires and preparing morning meals.


    They passed the spot where Harry had earlier seen the purple magical mes, and now he saw that the group of African wizards had put their fire to good use. They were in the process of roasting what looked like plump, juicy rabbits over the enchanted mes. The scent was mouthwatering, and Harry''s stomach gave an involuntary growl.


    A little further on, they encountered a group of middle-aged American witches who were just leaving a vendor''s cart. Each witch had an armful of Chocte Frogs and Bertie Bott''s Every vor Beans that made Harry''s sweet tooth ache with longing.


    "They''re selling Jelly Slugs and Exploding Bonbons over there—" Ginny''s excited voice suddenly came up, causing the group to halt. Harry turned to see her tugging on Hermione''s sleeve, her brown eyes wide with enthusiasm. "Let''s go buy some."


    As the two girls darted off towards the candy vendor, the rest of the group paused to wait. Harry took the opportunity to continue observing the fascinating scenes unfolding around them.


    His gaze followed the group of American women who had just passed by, watching as they made their way towards a cluster of high-topped tents. These structures were particrly eye-catching, with shimmering banners and their national g – the stars and stripes fluttering in the breeze – strung between them. Arge sign, its letters seeming to dance and sparkle read: "Salem Witches'' Institute."


    As Harry watched, he noticed several young witches and wizards, some appearing to be about his own age or even younger, moving between these tents. They carried books and wands, chattering excitedly amongst themselves in distinctly American ents.


    "They''re not from Hogwarts?" The question slipped out before Harry could stop it, and he immediately felt a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. Of course they weren''t from Hogwarts – the banner made that abundantly clear.


    "Hogwarts isn''t the only ce that teaches magic, Harry—" Sirius said, draping an arm over Harry''s shoulders. He had clearly understood the reason for Harry''s surprise and exined with a smile, "There are magic schools all over the world. Seven of them are as famous as Hogwarts and recognized by the International Confederation of Wizards. The rest are either too small or have extremely strict admission requirements, and they prefer to keep a low profile, so it''s impossible to count exactly how many there are."


    Before Harry could fully process this new information, Ron chimed in with a story of his own. "Bill used to have a pen pal who went to a school in Brazil... that was years ago," he said, his freckled face scrunching up slightly as he recalled the details. "He wanted to do an exchange visit, but Mum and Dad couldn''t afford it. When he wrote to say he couldn''t go, that pen pal got angry and sent Bill a cursed hat that made his ears shrivel up."


    "Ahem—" Mr. Weasley coughed awkwardly, exining, "Your mother and I thought... it wasn''t safe. Bill hadn''t really figured out who this person was. What if he''d been tricked? Bill wasn''t of age then."


    Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley''s ears had turned bright red, indicating he was under pressure—just like Ron when he was stressed.


    "Let''s go!" The two girls came bouncing back, their arms full of not just Jelly Slugs and Exploding Bonbons, but many other sweets Harry couldn''t name. As they distributed their treats among the group, Harry got a peculiar piece of gum.


    Curious, he popped it into his mouth and began to chew. For a moment, nothing happened, and Harry wondered if perhaps this was just ordinary Muggle gum. Then, without warning, the gum expanded rapidly, forming an enormous bubble that engulfed his entire head making it twice its normal size. Harry''s muffled yelp of surprise was drowned out by the raucousughter of his friends as they observed hisically erged head.


    "Now that''s a clever idea!" George said, eyeing Harry''s erged head with interest, while Ginny frantically searched for the gum wrapper to see if there were instructions on how to return Harry''s head to normal.


    "Looks like some sort of Engorgement Charm—" Sirius said cheerfully,forting the nearly tearful Ginny. "Don''t worry, Ginny. Remus is waiting for us in the tent, and he''s particrly good at dealing with these little tricks. Ah, thee he is, I think I see him. Oh, just our luck..."


    The sudden shift in Sirius''s tone, caught everyone''s attention. Harry, still struggling with his oversized head, squinted in the direction Sirius was looking. He spotted Remus in the distance, looking as kindly as ever, but that wasn''t what had caused Sirius''s change in demeanor.


    Just beyond where Remus stood, Harry''s eyes fell upon a distinctive tent. It was extravagantly draped in striped silk; its walls were shimmering with what should be the protective enchantments. The structure more closely resembled a miniature pce than a camping tent,plete with gold-ted poles and fluttering emblems bearing a coat of arms Harry didn''t recognize but instinctively disliked. And as if the tent itself weren''t ostentatious enough, several magnificent peacocks were tethered at its entrance.


    "Oh—" Mr. Weasley''s face darkened as he realized what Sirius meant. "The Malfoys'' tent."


    "What!" Harry stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet as a wave of horror washed over him. His head was stillically oversized, and if his biggest rival at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy, saw him in this embarrassing state, he''d have material to mock Harry for the entire uing school year – and probably beyond it.


    Harry desperately wanted to hide, to shrink away and be invisible, but it was toote. They were already close enough to the tent that running or hiding would be impossible without being noticed. And as if the universe itself was conspiring against him, at that very moment, the tent p was pushed aside and a familiar figure stepped out.


    Draco emerged into the sunlight, his white-blond hair gleaming like polished silver. He was impably dressed in expensive wizarding robes that seemed entirely too formal for a camping trip. His pale, pointed face wore its usual expression of bored disdain as he nced around, checking to see who his mother was speaking to. Instinctively, his eyes fell on Harry with his erged head.


    Draco''s grey eyes showed a moment of confusion before his mouth twisted into a sarcastic sneer, making Harry''s heart sink.


    Draco''s mother was about to turn and scold him, warning him about a "dangerous werewolf" outside and telling him to go back inside the tent. But before she could voice her admonishment, she noticed her son''s sudden change in expression.


    Narcissa, noticing Draco''s mocking look, followed his gaze and her already cold features became even more rigid as she spotted Sirius approaching with a stony face.


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