HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Chapter 134 Quidditch World Cup

Early morning on December 8th.

Sirius arrived very early. Harry set off with the Weasleys while he came to look after his niece.

All the wizards going to the camp today have to wear Muggle clothes, so Gloria specially ordered several sets of clothes from the Muggle world.

Sirius wore jeans and a brown leather jacket, which made him look perfectly at home in the Muggle world, and he even charmed a group of ladies.

Gloria wore a shirt and trousers with her blonde hair tied up.

"The portkey to the camp near Arthur's family is at Stoat Hill," Sirius said as he quickly finished his breakfast, "They have to get up around four. If they are late they will miss the chance. They should be there by now."

It's only five o'clock now...

Gloria slowly cut a piece of steak and said, "Fortunately, I have a non-fixed door key."

She didn't want to go to any mountains.

The Ministry of Magic gives different door keys to different people according to their identities.

After finishing breakfast at around 5:30, the two left Slytherin Manor, otherwise the portkey would not be usable.

This door key was an inconspicuous frog-shaped toy. When the time was almost up, they placed their hands on the toy and it felt like something was hooking behind their belly buttons. They could not see anything in front of them clearly, and after a quick spin for a while, they felt like they were standing on solid ground.

Gloria stood firmly and smoothed her hair, luckily she tied it up.

"Oh my! I haven't watched the Quidditch World Cup in a long time!" Sirius shouted excitedly, and casually brushed back his messy curly hair.

"Five forty-one," the lazy voice said, "Unfixed Portkey Number Three."

Turning around, he saw two wizards dressed strangely, one holding a large gold watch, the other with a thick parchment and a quill, staring at them after they finished writing, especially Sirius, who had appeared frequently in the reports not long ago.

Sirius looked around at the misty wasteland and asked excitedly, "Where are we going?"

The wizard with the large gold watch did not answer immediately, but said, "The non-stationary portkey needs to be given to us."

Sirius gave him the frog toy.

The other flipped through the parchment, "What's the name you planned to leave behind?"

"Gloria Slytherin."

After saying that, the man quickly put down the parchment and drew a circle on the first page with a quill pen. "The first venue... walk about a quarter mile in that direction. The entrance registration administrator is Mr. Roberts. Remember not to use Apparition. The administrator is a real Muggle."

After saying that, Sirius couldn't wait, "We got it, let's go Leah."

The two registered wizards looked at their backs curiously. The one with the gold watch said, "That's strange. I thought she would go to the camp with the minister."

"Not sure, maybe because of that Blake."

After walking for about twenty minutes in the direction pointed by the two wizards, they finally saw a door and a serious-looking man standing at the door.

Sirius said, "Why not have a wizard guard the door and get a Muggle."

"Because the grounds are Muggle-owned, but the Ministry of Magic has put a banishing spell on them."

When they arrived at the door, Roberts looked them up and down and asked, "Did you book a tent?"

"Yes!" Sirius nodded vigorously. "I booked it about a week ago, and the last name I left is Slytherin."

"Slytherin? That sounds weird..." Roberts muttered as he looked at the form on the door. He quickly found one in the first few rows. "I saw it. It was installed together when I booked it. I only paid a deposit. I still need to pay 37 pounds."

Sirius knew a little about the Muggle world and was particularly fond of Muggle motorcycles, so he was familiar with Muggle currency. "Wait a moment."

He handed over the exact amount, and Roberts counted it and whispered, "Finally, someone counted the money correctly..."

Gloria remained silent. It seemed that many wizards did not understand Muggles.

"Okay, you guys go in." After putting the money away, Roberts took out a piece of paper and handed it over. "This is the site map. Your tent is roughly located here." He tapped the map with his finger.

There was fog behind the small stone house and visibility was very low.

Sirius walked in front, heading in a certain direction according to the map. Gloria noticed that many tents looked very small from the outside, as if it would be difficult for an adult man to enter, and there were strange decorations hanging on the tents.

The funniest thing is that they made a fake chimney, which looked out of place.

The further you go in, the thinner the fog becomes. The area closer to the stone house must have been cast with a weather spell to confuse Muggles.

When we arrived at their tent, everything around us was clearly visible.

Sirius looked at the map, then raised his head and said, "We're here—"

Apart from most of the short tents, there are some very eye-catching ones, such as the magic tent customized by Gloria, which is about five stories high, green in front and back, and silver on the left and right, typical Slytherin colors.

On the left side of the tent entrance, the Slytherin family crest is embroidered, with three snakes of different colors forming the letter S.

The tent next door was much more luxurious, with a lot of striped silk and a few live peacocks tied to the door. Gloria recognized them because she had seen them at Malfoy Manor.

"Okay, let's go in and take a look first." Sirius put the map away and went straight in.

The interior of the tent exudes low-key luxury, with sparkling gems everywhere, soft carpets everywhere, and several house-elves already waiting here.

"Dear Miss Gloria, what kind of food do you need to prepare?"

Gloria said, "Make some desserts ready."

Sirius looked up and saw that the tent had several layers. It was spacious enough to host a large banquet. "Do you need to bring an elf?"

"What else?" Gloria spread her hands. "You can cook, but I don't dare to eat it even if you dare to cook it."

Sirius has been a typical pure-blood young master since he was a child. How could he cook?

"Let's go to the Weasleys' house for dinner." He said shamelessly, "Molly's cooking skills are really good."

Gloria snorted and didn't bother to pay attention to him.

"There's still a long time before the Quidditch match starts tonight." Sirius unbuttoned his leather jacket. "Would you like to go to the Weasleys' tent together?"

"No." Gloria said, "Everyone's tickets are in the top box. We can see them later."

At first I thought the Weasleys and Sirius' tickets would be somewhere else, but I didn't expect them to be in the top box.

"Tsk..." Sirius snorted, "Looking for that blond brat again."

Gloria nodded, "Yes, we are very busy during the summer vacation, and it is rare for us to see each other. Of course, I will meet my boyfriend first."

Sirius sighed softly and could only go to find the Weasleys' tent alone.

The elves were all busy, so Gloria went to her room to change her clothes and fix her hair before going out.

It was very lively outside, and it seemed that many people had arrived early. At such an early hour, many children had woken up early and were playing outside.

The camp was filled with childish laughter. Many children were flying low on children's brooms, only about ten centimeters above the ground, so they wouldn't feel any pain if they fell.

In addition to children, there are also many foreign wizards.

African wizards in long white robes were discussing something seriously; French witches in uniform and exquisite accessories walked by with smiles on their faces; two wizards with Southeast Asian faces were arguing.