The whole afternoon passed by as Silver and Hermione wandered around the camp. It was such a grand gathering of wizards, and Hermione was glad she could see the wizards from all over the world and the customs they brought with her own eyes.

"Jack, why do the wizard over there have all kinds of strange tattoos on his face?"

"They are native wizards of the Americas. These tattoos are an application of ancient magic texts, magic tattoos. These magic tattoos form a complex magic cycle on them. The principle is difficult to explain clearly, but the result is obvious - these magic tattoos have considerable amplification effects on destructive magic, and of course the side effects are also very obvious - the casting speed will slow down and affect the beauty."

"Jack, those Asian wizards look excited, what are they talking about?"

"They are Chinese wizards, and it looks like some Chinese Quidditch fans have come to their Quidditch Association officials. They look so excited, mostly because of the poor performance of the Chinese Quidditch team - I heard that they didn't even pass the Asian qualifiers this year. Merlin is on the list, and there are nearly one million Chinese wizards, and I think they will definitely be unhappy. So the officials of their Quidditch Association are particularly proficient in various protective spells in case they get a terrible curse one day."

"Jack, this is the third conflict between Italian wizards and French wizards we have seen today. What happened between them?"

"This is because when the 32-to-16th World Cup in this Quidditch World Cup, Italian batsman Matrazi and French ball seeker Zidane had a verbal conflict in the game. These cute Quidditch players can communicate language art without any obstacles on a broom with an average speed of more than 100 miles per hour. Of course, Zidane was obviously angry. He deliberately knocked Matrazi off the broom and almost died. But Matrazi's sacrifice is still valuable. When he was hit by Zidane, the Italian ball seeker caught the golden thief and the French team was eliminated. The French think that the Italian tactics are really despicable, and the Italians also despise the French's style of playing dirty."

...

As the afternoon passed, an excitement spread across the camp like a cloud that could be touched. At dusk, even the quiet summer air seemed to be trembling in anticipation. As the night shrouded hundreds of eagerly waiting wizards like a curtain, the last trace of disguise disappeared: the Ministry of Magic seemed to succumb to the inevitable trend, no longer opposed people, allowing obvious signs of magic to emerge everywhere.

Every few steps, phantom-appearing vendors descend from the sky, carrying large baskets and pushing carts, filled with strange things. There are glowing rose-shaped badges - green represents Ireland and red represents Bulgaria - and they can also scream out the names of the team members; there are green high hats decorated with clovers dancing in the wind; there are Bulgarian belts, and the lions embroidered on them can really roar; there are national flags of two countries, which can play their respective national anthems when waving; there are small models of fire crossbows that can really fly; there are statues of famous team members for collection, and those small statues can walk around your palms, with a proud look.

"What a businessman who takes advantage of the situation," Silver said to Hermione. "But it's still far behind the Ministry of Magic - the Ministry of Magic just needs to wait to collect taxes from these small vendors."

Hermione was obviously happy to have such a shopping opportunity, and she came excitedly to Silver to pick up gadgets of interest in front of each stall.

"It's rare to have such an opportunity, right?" she said excitedly.

At this time, they parked in front of a small cart, which was piled with many things like binoculars, but they were covered with all kinds of weird knobs and turntables.

"Panorama Telescope," said the wizard vendor enthusiastically, "you can replay the picture... in slow motion... if needed, it can quickly flash the analysis of the game. Let's make a deal - ten Gallons one."

Silver was about to say something, but was interrupted by a voice from behind.

"Give me two panoramic telescopes."

Silver looked back and looked clear: "It turned out to be Porter, long time no see."

"Hello, Silver." Harry Potter greeted Silver rudely, then took out twenty Gallons, took two telescopes, and stuffed them to Ron beside him.

Ron seemed to want to say hello to Silver, but Harry Potter pulled him away, so he could only squeeze out a smile to Silver, as if this would resolve the embarrassment between them.

"Potter is really a bit too much!" Hermione said dissatisfied. "It seems like you owe him something."

"This is also impossible. What is the saying that comes from? A middle-aged boy has a wide mind and a brain-dead child has a lot of awkwardness." Silver said casually.

"Can this panoramic telescope be sold cheaper?" he said to the vendor with a sincere look. "Anyway, you have already killed the stupid guy who sells things but doesn't bargain. Give me a good price."

Five minutes later, Silver handed Hermione a panoramic telescope with a cult look on Hermione. "This thing is too much water. Just press it and you can buy two of them."
Chapter completed!