Chapter 842

"Put your hands on the boot, hurry, it's almost time!"

Mr. Weasley called out.

Darren put his hand on it with some disgust.

Almost the next second, he felt his stomach being pulled and flying forward.

He could also feel the shoulders of Hermione and Ginny next to him touching his body, as well as Ron's scream.

Finally, they stopped.

Their feet stepped on the ground.

"Five-oh-six, from White-something Mountain!"

A voice said mechanically.

Darren looked back and saw that this was a swampy area that looked particularly gloomy and full of fog.

Two wizards were standing behind them.

The sound was made by them.

Their faces were gloomy and exhausted.

Mr. Weasley stepped forward to greet them.

They perfunctorily said a few words, informing Mr. Weasley and the Diggory father and son of the location of the campsite.

And told them to leave quickly.

The locations of the two campsites were quite a distance apart, and the Diggory father and son immediately found this reason, indicating that they were leaving first.

"Senior Diggory is truly polite!"

Darren said admiringly.

Hermione curled her lip.

"Did you forget that his father always used you for comparison?"

"But that is his father, and Diggory's father did that because he loved Senior Cedric.

If it were me, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to praise my brother!"

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

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"I will also praise Darren!"

Harry said moved.

However, no one paid attention to him anymore.

Because everyone was looking at the scene in front. There was a door here, and a stone house.

Behind the stone house were hundreds of tents.

These tents were colorful and of all kinds, simply dazzling.

And in front of the stone house was a Muggle.

This was clearly a real Muggle. His clothes had a name tag hanging on his chest.

It was written Mr. Roberts.

Mr. Roberts was holding a notebook and recording something on it.

Then he looked at Mr. Weasley and said: "Name?"

"Arthur Weasley!"

"Okay, I see you ordered two tents, now you need to pay."

"Okay."

Mr. Weasley hurriedly took out many Muggle coins.

He looked at Darren, clearly not knowing how to use them.

Darren took them over, counted the money, and handed it to Mr. Roberts.

Roberts breathed a sigh of relief.

He complained a bit: "Clearly you are normal people. In the past two days, many strange guys have come, and they always stuff many strange gold coins into my hands."

Speaking of this, he became mysterious.

He leaned in front of Darren and said carefully.

"You have to be careful of those people; I suspect those people are figures from some terrorist organization; they dress strangely.

And I also saw them constantly stuffing their hands into their bosoms, as if they were about to take something out to kill someone!"

Mr. Roberts said cautiously.

Darren almost laughed.

Clearly, this gentleman had already started to suspect that this group of wizards had problems.

At the very least, their brains had problems.

Of course, as a little saintly father, he could only comfortingly say: "It won't be, you don't need to worry, there is a large meeting activity here; we are here to meet."

You can just understand it as netizens; they are addicted to role-playing, you know.

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +80】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

【Ding, Saintly Father Value +100】

Darren's words gained Saintly Father Value again.

However, at the same time, he also saw a Ministry of Magic employee descend from the sky.

Then he swiped an Obliviate on Mr. Roberts.

Darren was speechless.

This was too rough, right?

Should he swipe some Saintly Father Value? For example, scolding this person.

Let this guy know the power of his little saintly father.

But this person had already recognized him.

"Isn't this Darren Potter? I am a staff member of the Ministry of Magic; I know what you want to say."

But there was no way; they were always turning around and talking about Quidditch; they didn't care at all whether Muggles could know about these things.

Mr. Roberts would be particularly terrified every time he heard these, and he would even tremble sometimes.

So we had no choice but to do this to keep him physically and mentally happy.

This wizard wearing bloomers complained.

Then he heard calls from other places and left in a hurry.

Darren was a bit disappointed.

Good guy, his Saintly Father Value just left like this. He didn't even say to stay a while longer and listen to him preach some great truths.

He curled his lip helplessly.

He could only follow Mr. Weasley forward.

Soon.

Mr. Weasley took them to an open space.

The words Arthur Weasley were written here.

Clearly, it was for them to set up the tent here. Mr. Weasley set up the tent quickly.

This was a small tent.

The exterior looked as big as a small grave mound, but Mr. Weasley had already squeezed in.

He asked Darren and the others to hurry in too.

Darren followed curiously behind them.

Just after entering.

He found that the space inside was very large.

It was actually a three-bedroom-one-living-room space.

Clearly, living here was more comfortable than living at The Burrow.

Not to mention Mr. Weasley also brought two tents, which was enough for them. ===== CHAPTER 844 =====