He waited unwillingly for a while, and only after the sky was completely bright was clear that Link finally gave up.

"Or why don't we go to the ordinary camping area?"

Seeing Link's depressed look, Emily said tentatively.

Because tens of thousands of people live there in groups, a temporary commercial system has been developed in ordinary camping sites in the past two months.

Many vendors from all over the world come here to sell all kinds of strange things and essential things for life.

And at this time, it has begun to become lively.

Emily's proposal was soon welcomed by Mrs. Fley. Even Rove, who had been hiding beside him and did not speak, walked out and looked at Link with expectant eyes.

Seeing this, Link could only sigh and agree.

The area occupied by the Quidditch World Cup final venue was originally a camping attraction, so the supporting road facilities were very complete.

With such conditions, Link and others did not let the small buttons move with phantoms, but walked together on the forest path and watched the surrounding scenery.

Actually, there are nothing good to see. There are all these scenery nearby, and Link has been tired of seeing it for a long time.

But Mrs. Fley and Emily both showed great pleasure.

The three of them rarely have the opportunity to hang out in the forest together like this.

Several people walked along the road and soon saw the outline of the camping site. The lively hawking sounds could be vaguely heard even from a distance.

It's enough to prove the hustle and bustle there.

At this time, a man holding a hunting rifle in his hand, unshaven, and looking like a homeless man appeared in Link's vision.

At this moment, he was looking at the ordinary camping spot with confusion.

Attracted by the footsteps of Link and others, he turned his head and asked politely:

"Hello, sir, do you want to rent a tent?"

Link said expressionlessly:

“We already have a tent.”

"Is that true?" The man picked up a notebook and flipped through it for a long time, scratched his head awkwardly, and said with distress, "I have always had a very poor memory recently. I must have forgotten this matter, I'm sorry."

The man put away his notebook and said politely:

"My name is Roberts, and I am the administrator of this campsite, and I live by the lake. If you need anything, you can come to me. Even if I have something to do, my wife and daughter will receive you."

Link didn't say anything, just nodded.

He had seen it now, and this was a complete Muggle.

As he expected, Roberts had just finished speaking, two staff members in the Ministry of Magic uniforms ran out of the campground, saying nothing, and raised his hand and came to Roberts with two forgetful words.

Roberts immediately became stupid. One of the staff members quickly dragged him away, and the other came to Link and said with a tired look on his face:

"Sorry, this is our work mistake. We recited the forgetting spell to him at least a dozen times a day, but he can go back here every time and have contact with other wizards! It has caused us a lot of trouble!"

The staff members said it sounded like they complained more than explanations. Link did not make things difficult for him. After nodding, he entered the campground with Emily and others.

Before leaving, he also observed a three-second silence for poor Mr. Roberts.

If he is cast more than ten times a day, such a terrifying number of times will directly damage his brain's memory ability, thus making him become a fool who doesn't remember anything in the future.

The campsite was really lively.

Although it was early morning, countless people had already crawled out of the tent and started to move outside.

From time to time, there will be a sound of phantom shifting sounding from the surroundings.

Most of the guys who were teleported were small vendors. They suddenly appeared on the venue, then quickly entered the state, pushing a cart through the crowd and selling their goods.

Some of them are essential foods for eating, drinking, washing and washing, but more are various props and souvenirs related to the Quidditch World Cup.

For example, the uniforms of each team, the team logo will move the Quidditch sand table model and other things.

It is very expensive. If you dare to sell a normal uniform without any magic spell, you will be robbing money.

But let alone, these things are sold well, and fans' money is always easy to make, and this is the same whether it is in the Muggle world or the Wizard world.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to set up stalls and sell things here.

If you want to do this business, you must go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a qualification certificate and pay a large pen name as the management fee, which is actually the protection fee.

In this regard, the wizarding world and the Muggle world are the same.

In fact, Link discovered it after studying the so-called Quidditch World Cup.

Whether it is a special competition system or a supporting business operation model, the Quidditch World Cup is almost completely copied from the Muggle World Cup.

This shameful plagiarism is also common elsewhere in the wizarding world.

Including but not limited to various performances, songs and novel stories.

Almost all of them were copied from the Muggle World.

As for why the wizard steals works from Muggles, it is actually easy to understand.

The benefits are too great.

Now, in terms of cultural industry alone, the Muggle World has completed a comprehensive crush on the wizard world, which is somewhat similar to the situation between the Celestial Empire and other developed countries at the beginning of the new century.

At that time, many Hong Kong artists liked to do the most was to cover (or Chinese) songs from "people who live a good life" and then release them.

Taking advantage of the asymmetry of information at that time, they directly used this almost cheating method to create countless superstars who were sought after by thousands of people.

Similar situations abound in other industries.

For example, many well-known Internet giants started their business by relying on this method.

Everyone kept copying and then making a big profit.

Link maintained an indifferent attitude towards this phenomenon, but he despised and even despised the things he did in the Ministry of Magic.

Because the Ministry of Magic is so stupid.

The Muggles' World Cup can extract astronomical benefits every year, and can even directly drive the economic level of the venue.

However, the Ministry of Magic couldn't even copy homework.

Not only did the venue be placed in the wilderness, but the supporting facilities were not done well.

The profit point is just a small amount of sponsorship, advertising and the pitiful stall authorization fee.

Tsk tsk!

After all, the situation is too small!

After complaining in his heart, Link, Emily and Mrs. Fley lost interest in these vendors.

They are not fans of Quidditch.

On the contrary, Rov was very excited to go shopping. In the past few days, he had bought a uniform, three badges, a magic telescope and a hat with the pattern on it that would move by himself.

Link glanced at it and found that it was all around the Bulgarian team.

It seems that Rov is a big fan of the Bulgarian team.

Unfortunately, if there were no accidents, today's winner would be the Irish team.

Shaking his head, Link smiled and patted Rov's shoulder, just as he comforted him in advance.

But this scared Rov.

He thought it was Link who was blaming him for spending money indiscriminately.

Suddenly, he followed Link and went nowhere.

"Good morning Link! I thought you wouldn't come!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang.

Link and others turned around and saw Cedric standing not far away, waving towards him with a smile.

Now Rovcola is broken.

His favorite thing at Hogwarts is Cedric.

Link also smiled and waved:

"It's good to join in the fun, after all, this kind of scene is rare."

"Yes, the wizarding world in Yingguo has not been so lively for a long time."

Cedric agreed, and then noticed Mrs. Fley and Emily behind Link, and quickly straightened his body and said respectfully, "Miss Victoria, Mrs. Fley, good morning, too. Of course, there is you, Rove."

Hearing this, Rov smiled happily.

Emily nodded expressionlessly and answered.

Mrs. Fley asked with a smile:

"So it's Cedric! You're so kind. Are you watching the game alone?"

"Uh! Actually, I came with my father."
To be continued...