While they were discussing this matter, a wizard suddenly Apparated at their fireside. It was Barty Crouch.
He could not have made more of a contrast with Ludo Bagman, sprawled on the grass in his old wasp robes.
As Evan had seen before, Crouch had thoroughly complied with the rule about Muggle dressing.
He was stiff and upright, dressed in a spotless suit and a tie. His narrow toothbrush mustache looked as though he trimmed it using a slide rule. His shoes were very highly polished.
The arrival of Crouch made the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere serious and tense.
He came to Ludo Bagman because the Bulgarians asked for another 12 seats to the Top Box.
“Oh, that’s what they wanted!” Bagman suddenly realized, “I thought the guy was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers from me. His English accent was too strong to understand what he was saying. ”
He waved disapprovingly, ignoring Bulgaria’s request for more seats.
“Mr. Crouch!” Suddenly seeing Crouch, Percy was so excited that he was breathless. He sank into a kind of half-bow that made him look like a hunchback. “Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Oh,” said Mr. Crouch, looking over at Percy in mild surprise. “Yes, thank you, Weatherby.”
Upon hearing this, Fred and George laughed so much that they choked into their own cups.
Percy, very pink around the ears, busied himself with the kettle.
Crouch’s gaze briefly stayed on Sirius and then quickly turned to Mr. Weasley.
He discussed with Mr. Weasley about a foreign wizard who wanted to import flying carpets into Great Britain.
Flying carpets are very popular in countries near the Mediterranean, where few people use flying brooms.
This type of flying tool is defined as a family vehicle, and can take up to twenty people at a time depending on the size.
Of course, this does not work in the UK, because the carpet is defined as a Muggle Artifact by the Registry of Proscribed Charmable Objects.
Even if it was allowed to be sold, it was estimated that only a few people would buy it. British wizards should still prefer their broomsticks.
After that, Crouch talked to them about some work matters before urging Bagman to leave with him.
It was in line with his style. All he thought about was work, rigorous to the extreme, and he didn’t even drink his tea.
The only funny thing was that although Percy regarded Crouch as an idol, and often talked about his name and practice, Crouch did not even remember Percy’s name and kept calling him Weatherby.
This gave Fred and George a chance to laugh at him, and also stated that Percy was not important in Crouch’s mind.
Bagman wanted to stay and talk to them about Hogwarts’s upcoming Triwizard Tournament.
But Crouch didn’t let him say anything, which aroused everyone’s curiosity. What event was Hogwarts going to hold?!
Seeing Crouch, Evan wondered if he was hiding his son, Barty Crouch Jr., in his tent right now.
This evening would then be a good opportunity to seize him.
After lunch, Mr. Weasley and Sirius told everyone to go back to rest.
Because tonight’s Quidditch final was likely to last for a long time, it was necessary to keep enough energy.
Everyone got into the tent one after another, ready to take a nap.
Silence suddenly took over the campsite, as everyone noticed clouds gathering quickly in the sky.
Ludo Bagman seemed to bring misfortune with his words, and the gloomy sky began to rain.
With the roar of thunder, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Listening to the sound of raindrops falling on the ground outside the tent, Evan twirled on the bed and couldn’t sleep.
He didn’t want to watch the Quidditch match in the pouring rain, which would be really terrible.
But he didn’t worry too much. Summer thunderstorms always came inadvertently and left quickly, and this sudden heavy rain should stop by the beginning of the final in the next evening.
Sirius’s tent was very large. Everyone could come in and it could also ensure that everyone had a small room.
Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Bill and Charlie lived on its ground floor. Fred and George occupied the larger room on the first floor. The remaining three rooms were for Percy, Evan, Harry and Ron.
As for the second floor, it was Hermione’s and Ginny’s. Even then, there was a storage room left.
Because there were no windows to bring in air, the tent was extremely hot, Evan got up and took off his coat.
He didn’t feel sleepy listening to the sound of the rain.
He was thinking about his plans, Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr., and the vampires.
After a long time, he shook his head hard, trying to calm himself down.
Since he couldn’t sleep, Evan decided to study the ancient magic script some more and to crack the first part of ‘The Book of Abraham’ as soon as possible.
Improving his strength now was the safest way to deal with whatever future had to bring.
As soon as he got up, he heard a knock at the door.
“Master Evan!” Kreacher’s dull voice sounded.
“What’s the matter?” Evan wondered why the house elf Kreacher would knock at the door.
Although the relationship between them had improved, in general, Kreacher never took the initiative to talk to Evan.
The dogmas that had been formed for a long time made him very reluctant to contact Muggle-born wizards.
“There is a lady looking for you, Old Kreacher brought her over!” Kreacher said in a long voice.
Evan was stunned, there was a girl looking for him. Who would it be?!
He first thought of Hermione, but Hermione didn’t need to disturb Kreacher to find him.
Would it be Cho Chang? The girl’s beautiful little red face appeared in Evan’s mind.
The conversation between them in the morning was not finished, and Evan also felt that Cho had a crush on him.
But it seemed that Cho would not come directly to his door. It was really bold, not like something Cho would do!
Since it was not Cho, it might be Fleur or Gabrielle.
In the morning, Evan was discovered by students from Beauxbatons, who knew that his tent was here.
A few days ago, Evan had received a letter from Gabrielle, and he knew that they should also come to see the World Cup.
He remembered the girl with an angel’s face. If she knew he was here, she would probably come.
The last time they met in Beauxbatons, the contact between them was too hasty.
Gabrielle only thought that she had looked at Evan from afar in the Great Hall, and didn’t even say a word.
In her letter, she had been talking about this matter, and said that when they would meet next time, she must make up for this regret.
Of course, Gabrielle probably never dreamed that Evan had been actually in her arms for most of the day.
If Gabrielle came, her sister Fleur would surely follow.
At the thought of this, Evan felt a little headache.
Unlike the cute and clever Gabrielle, Fleur was too arrogant and difficult to get along with.
There was nothing this girl couldn’t do. If she came over, he was not sure what would happen again.
Evan quickly put on his T-shirt and went over to open the door. The girl standing outside was…
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