He was just about to say something when George tugged at his sleeve.
"As a competent audience," George corrected, "you should get familiar with the venue ahead of time, or rather—meet those players in advance, don't you guys think?"
As he spoke, George winked at Fred while keeping out of Mrs. Weasley's sight.
The hint was clear enough—you've got a death wish, huh, saying anything about the Weasley magic pranks while Mum's here?
Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley's attention wasn't on them, and with George's timely interruption, they managed not to be discovered.
"I'll go with you guys!" Ron stood up immediately, "Let's go together, I want Krum's autograph too—"
"Alright, let's go together then." Harry stood up and said, "I have nothing else to do anyway, besides, maybe you'll need me."
Saying this, Harry winked at Fred and George.
The two immediately understood, jumped up, and got ready to leave with Harry.
Halfway through, George suddenly seemed to remember something and hurried back.
Once they were outside, Fred wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulder and asked quietly, "What's up, my sausage-lipped friend? Is there something you want to say?"
"Just thought I had nothing to do." Harry replied equally quietly, "Since I'm idle anyway, why not come out and find something to do with you guys... what's the plan? Let me guess—selling those Weasley magic pranks that would make your mom furious?"
"Nothing escapes your eyes." Fred said with a grin, "So, how about not telling Mum about this, alright? Especially not Percy, you know, Percy this guy..."
"Then..."
Ron suddenly popped his head out from behind Harry: "Fred, you wouldn't want Mum to know you're out here selling Weasley magic pranks either, right?"
Fred smirked royally, pulling Ron closer, and said to George who had just come out of the tent: "George—look, this guy dares to threaten me, what do you say we should do?"
"What to do?" George laughed mischievously, pulling out a fake wand from his pocket and hilariously aiming it at some inappropriate part of Ron: "How about sticking this in Little Ron's eye? Though I mean in the other one..."
"No!" Ron struggled wildly but still couldn't escape his brothers' embrace.
After some playful fooling around, they started calling out to each other and set off.
It was only Ron and Harry who came out with them, along with Charlie who loved excitement.
Bill had some personal matters to attend to, so he went somewhere else on his own.
As for Vivi, she had returned to the Austrian Ministry of Magic tent after dinner, conveniently "borrowing" Cassandra along.
Although Cassandra showed disdain, she still went along with Vivi.
They walked on the misty campground, passing between rows of long tents.
Most tents didn't look special, obviously, their owners did their best to make them look like Muggle tents, but some unintentionally went overboard, adding chimneys, pull ropes, or weather vanes, looking quite outlandish.
However, occasionally there were tents that were obviously enchanted.
In the center of the campground, one tent stood out remarkably.
It extravagantly used a lot of striped silk, like a tiny palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance.
A bit farther, they saw another tent shaped like a four-storey building, with corner towers by its side.
Towards the other side, a tent had a garden at its entrance, complete with bird bath, sundial, fountain, and more.
Harry watched as Draco walked out from inside, waving at him.
"How is it, Harry?" he boasted to a group, "This is our tent, look at that bath, it's for the peacocks... Did you know? They're really dirty, especially their tail feathers, you could almost wash off two pounds of dust; I don't doubt it at all... The water in the bath gets pretty much gray-black, it's hard to accept..."
"But you still keep peacocks." Ron retorted sarcastically, "Maybe you secretly enjoy the dirty feeling, right? Malfoy?"
"Shut it, Weasley!"
This wasn't said by Draco, but in unison by the twin brothers.
Seeing the Weasley twins speak Draco's mind so synchronously, Draco burst out laughing.
"What are you guys planning to do?" Draco asked curiously, "Clone humans—Ron, Harry... and this one? No need to guess, you're surely a Weasley, though I haven't seen you before..."
"This is my second brother, Charlie." Ron introduced to Draco, "Charlie, this is Draco Malfoy, a guy who's not completely annoying."
"Hey!" Draco objected, but couldn't change Ron's opinion.
After chatting briefly, Draco was called back by Narcissa, seeming to have forgotten something.
"See you later." Draco said to them, "I'm planning to meet the Quidditch players with Dad later, do you want to come?"
"Sure, but we need to sell their little trinkets first." Harry told Draco.
They arranged a meeting time, and Draco went back into his tent.
"Let's go." Fred said to them.
They slowly meandered among the tents, curiously looking around.
It was morning, the sun was still orange-red, and the campers in the field gradually began to wake up.
Those with young kids were the first to rise, as children's sleep tends to be shorter.
A little two-year-old boy was squatting outside a pyramid-like tent, poking a slug on the grass happily with a magic wand until the slug swelled to the size of a sausage.
When they reached him, the boy's mother hurriedly came out of the tent.
"How many times have I told you, Kevin? You're not allowed—to touch—your father's—magic wand—oh!"
She accidentally stepped on the giant slug, which exploded with a bang.
Walking quite a distance away, they could still hear her yelling amidst the quiet air, mixed with the little boy's cries—"You exploded Chongchong! You exploded Chongchong!"
"That's how you two were growing up." Charlie said to the snickering Weasley twins, "Mischievous as can be, and liked to play wheels-on-mom, until eventually she didn't believe you anymore."
"Ha." The twins said in unison.
They continued walking forward, now and then seeing adult wizards emerging from their tents to start making breakfast.
Some glanced around furtively and lit fires with their wands; others scratched matches with a doubtful look, seemingly thinking it wouldn't work.
"So what do we do?" Ron asked Fred and George, "How do you plan to sell these wands? I mean—will anyone really buy them?"
As he spoke, Ron picked up a seemingly indistinguishable fake wand produced by the Weasley twins, curiously asking.
"You won't know unless you try." The twins said with a grin.
However, they kept yelling until noon, and still no one came to buy the wands.
Without better options, they decided to split up and sell, each taking a few samples.
Harry got five, planning to try his luck at the Austrian Ministry of Magic entrance.
He also put on a cloak, considering selling fake wands... was a bit too shady to show his face.
"Wands—selling wands—"
He murmured.
But just a few steps out, someone suddenly called out to him.
"Hey, wand seller?"
Harry turned around and saw a middle-aged wizard.
Almost instantly, Harry determined that he was a dark wizard.
"Your wand—" the dark wizard cautiously glanced around; seeing no Auror nearby, he asked mysteriously like some shady character trading on the West Coast: "How much are your wands?"