Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

A few days later, three o'clock in the morning.

Wales, in the mist of an unknown swamp south of Newport, two figures carrying lanterns walked and quarreled.

"Damn came here so early, I really convinced Bagman that idiot, let's stay here for one night!"

A man holding a gold watch and wearing a tweed suit threw an empty large box on the ground. He tightened the nondescript long rubber overshoes on his lower body, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and took out one. It's lit.

"Who would say no, hey, just one day, bear it, Vast." said a man in a Scottish Highland pleated skirt and a South American cloak.

"endure?"

Holding a gold watch and wearing a tweed suit, Vast spit out a smoke ring angrily and shouted: "Basil, you are still talking to him at this time, the old guy bet with a few goblins until late at night, and now I don’t know. I am happy where I am with Veeva in Bulgaria. I really don’t know how a person like him became a boss."

"Shhh, don't let others hear you!"

Wearing a Scottish Highland pleated skirt and a South American cape, Basil hurriedly covered his companion's mouth and warned: "Be careful, Vast, don't let people hear it, Bagman has a small heart."

Vast, who was covering his mouth, impatiently broke free from the restraint of his companion, bitterly straightened his collar, and squinted his eyes:

"What are you afraid of, Basil, you are really careful. Lao Tzu was admitted to the Ministry of Magic by his ability. Can he still get Lao Tzu into action? Besides, at this point, those wizards are sleeping. Who would be stupid? Come so early?"

"You calm down... calm down... no one dares to do anything to you." Basil quickly said something nice and patted his colleague on the back.

As soon as Basil's voice fell, there was pattering footsteps in the mist of the swamp in the distance.

He was taken aback for a moment, and looked at his watch. The time on the watch showed three o'clock in the morning. There is still a whole day before the Quidditch World Cup. Who will come so early? Is it a wizard from abroad?

The violent Vast around him closed his mouth with interest, and the two of them lifted the lantern in the black swamp and waited quietly.

Patter.

Patter.

Patter.

The footsteps are as precise and firm as a clock.

Then, Basil saw a tall figure walking slowly out of the Welsh swamp fog at 3 o'clock in the morning. He was dressed in a plain gray robe, dressed like a street wizard, but the only strange thing was him. On his head, there is a strange cage that makes it difficult to see his dress. The waterfall-like white long hair slips out of the cage and can almost be dragged to the ground.

That dress made Basil stunned for a while. He had never seen such a peculiar attire. The man walked gracefully in the mist, as if walking in the park...

On the contrary, his companion, Vaster, who always complains about his boss, reacted first. He stepped forward and asked seriously: "Wizard?"

The man wearing the strange birdcage nodded slowly.

"Are you watching the Quidditch game?"

The strange white-haired man nodded again.

Basil quickly took out a roll of parchment and a quill pen from his pocket.

"Any invitation?"

Vast asked routinely.

The white-haired man shook his head.

"Are there tickets?" Vaster asked again.

The wizard wearing a birdcage slowly stretched his palm to his waist, pulled out a crumpled note and handed it over.

Basil looked down, was it a piece of waste paper?

He was about to blame the strangely dressed wizard, but the irritable Varys nodded and handed the waste paper back.

Basil took a closer look and felt that he should be too tired to look dazzling. It was obviously a brand new ticket.

He breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Didn't you come here with the door key?"

"Door key?" The white-haired man tilted his head in the birdcage.

"Um, I just asked casually, it's not easy to Apparate to find this location, hahaha, please register here."

Basil smiled familiarly, and passed the parchment and quill in his hand.

But the man wearing the bird cage did not respond to him, nor did he take the paper to sign, which made him scratch his head a little embarrassingly, which made him a little embarrassed.

For some reason, although he couldn't see the man's appearance through the birdcage, he could feel a pair of breathtaking eyes under the birdcage, and he was a little uncomfortable being looked at by this guy.

I saw the white-haired man standing in the moonlight, tilting his head and thinking, then smiled and asked: "Excuse me, where is the rest area with the most people in the stadium?"

The soft voice made Basil feel like a spring breeze. It seemed that the stars in the entire night sky were bright at the same time. He immediately forgot to sign and other things, and started thinking: "Uh...this... "

But his companions have already considered before him. He only listened to Vast said: "The first venue has fewer people and they are all foreign visitors. The rest area with the most people is naturally the second venue. The third venue has the least people. It's the rest area for the upper floors of the Ministry of Magic."

"Oh, that's it, thank you."

The strange man wearing the birdcage leaned slightly and bent down.

Afterwards, he disappeared into the night fog of Wales, step by step, as he did when he appeared.

After the man walked for nearly twenty minutes, Basil recovered from the feeling of spring breeze. He slowly frowned, "What kind of strange dress is that?"

"Who knows," Vast also looked at the place where the man disappeared with a smile: "It's probably wizards from other countries, these foreigners are really strange with their individuality."

"Will there be any problem......"

Basil murmured to himself, always feeling as if he had forgotten something.

Crackling.

There was a soft crackling in the mist, followed by a noisy sound.

"Here! Honey!"

"Oh, **** it, it's a swamp, my shoes!"

"I made you be more careful!"

"Hurry up, don't worry about the shoes, go and sign, let's find a good place when there are few people!"

"Haha, yes, grab position and position!"

Basil recovered from his thoughts. Accompanied by the voice of joy, he saw a group of short figures rushing out of the fog. They were holding lanterns in hand, looking like seven dwarfs in a fairy tale. .

Vast frowned: "Irish Leprechaun..."

As soon as the voice fell, a leprechaun in the lead jumped up and threw a dilapidated can to Basil, then took the parchment and quill in Basil's hand, and brushed it on it. Write down a long list of names, and smile while writing: "Your director is drinking too much, haha, he bet Bulgaria to win, I really hope he won't regret it tomorrow, hahahaha!"

After laughing, he threw the signed mess of parchment to Basil, holding hands with each other, jumping into the mist happily.

After being tossed by these little dwarfs, Basil forgot everything. Vast began to scold again: "The director personally participated in gambling. What the **** did he think about doing this kind of thing? I bet Bagman won't be in this position for a few years!"

Basil didn't want to pay attention to the complaints of his companions, because there was another crackling in the distance, and another group of people were teleported here from an unknown place through the door key.

......

The busy work started in the early hours of the morning, and people kept sending from all over the world. Each of them spoke in various accents, asked questions, signed, and returned the door keys. The big box with the door key has changed again and again.

Until five o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark. The flow of visitors was sparse. At this time, Basil was already tired and dizzy, and Vast beside him was even more gloomy, and he didn't even have the strength to scold his boss.

I really hope not to be so unlucky in the future, Basil thought to himself, on duty at this time.

......

Crackling.

Accompanied by the sound of the door key landing.

Someone lamented and complained: "Hey, I'm old, I'm old, I really can't use the door key anymore, every time I use it, it will turn...turn to nausea."

"Who asked you to follow, old man? I can do it alone."

"Come on, that's Crouch! Do you really think you can see him without my help? Ahem... Besides, I want to see the Quidditch World Cup wrong, you are here, you can miss this Is it a game?"

"Okay, shut up." A young voice said impatiently, "All of them are weak, so hurry up if you want to leave!"

Basil and Vaster stood up straight.

This time, two figures, one tall and one short, came out of the fog. After approaching, Basil could see clearly that they were a young man and an old man.

The taller boy has a strange appearance. He is about 1.78 meters tall and has a shiny head. His ears are inlaid with silver earrings. His eyes are shining with dim golden light in the morning sun. Of course, he is more conspicuous. It's his suit.

He was wearing a blue wizard robe with a double-layer shawl on his shoulders, with silver eagle patterns inlaid on it, and the tail of the robe was divided into three branches, which looked like the tail feathers of a certain bird, very gorgeous. At first glance, it was a member of an ancient wizard family.

In contrast, the old man next to him looked much shabby. He was wearing an old robe and a hood, crouched and trembling, as if he would die on the ground in the next second.

Because of the peculiar and noble appearance of that young man, Basil cheered up. Although the Ministry of Magic explicitly forbids wearing wizard's clothes to watch the game, this does not mean that all wizards must abide by the rules. Those who can break the rules are often more worthwhile. care.

"Hello." Basil took a step forward.

The trembling old man stepped forward, "Hello, my name is Ali Bashir, this, this is my grandson, Horva Bashir."

"Ali Bashir, Horva Bashir..."

Basil flipped through the list, "Oh, go ahead, the first field, turn left for a hundred meters."

"Thank you," the old man smiled politely: "Xin...Thank you." After speaking, he fell into a sluggishness like Alzheimer's.

The bald boy covered his brows with one hand to block the sun, and with the other hand handed a riddled football to Basil: "Is this the entrance to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"The entrance is inside. We are responsible for retrieving the door key and signing it." Basil took the riddled football and threw it into the box: "Oh, of course, if you are directly invited by the Ministry of Magic, Then there is no need to sign."

The bald boy nodded, "Let's find Barty Crouch. He invited us to come. Excuse me, how should we go?"

"That's it."

Basil looked right, and looked for it on the parchment list, "Batti Crouch...Batti Crouch...Oh, I found it. Go ahead about One-half mile, in the first third field."

"Thank you."

The bald boy covered the sun and bowed politely to him. Then he pulled the dead old man next to him: "Go, don't be in a daze!"

The old man reacted and complained: "You should feel sorry for me, Horva, I am old and need enough sleep. I can't toss like you..."

"You don't come here," the boy said lazily, "you won't die if I die."

"Crow's mouth, do you want me to die so much?"

"Hmph, in the East, there is an old saying, I don't know if you have heard it, it's called-being old and not dead is a thief."

"you......!"

Accompanied by the old man's angry grumble.

The two figures, one old and one young, also disappeared in the early morning fog.

Basil was puzzled, he turned his head to look at Vast: "Is that the attitude of grandson to grandpa?"

Vaster stared at his tired eyes and shrugged, "Maybe foreigners are just this virtue."

The strange grandfather and grandson just left.

There was another crackling sound in the distance, this time it was a large group of people.

"5:07, from Ferret Mountain." Vast said weakly.

Afterwards, a large group of people rushed out of the morning mist. The leader was a red-haired man wearing a golf suit and old jeans. The pants were a bit too big for him. He used a wide piece of cowhide. The belt bound it.

"Good morning, Basil."

The red-haired man said, picked up a boot on the ground and handed it to Basil.

Basil took the boot tiredly and threw it into the trash can: "Hello, Arthur, not on duty, eh? Some people are lucky... We stay here all night... You better let Open, a large group of people are coming from the Black Forest at a quarter past five.

Wait a minute, let me find out where your camp is... Weasley... Weasley..."

Basil looked on the parchment list, "Walk about a quarter of a mile, and the first site ahead is. The camp manager is Mr. Roberts. Diggory...you are on the second site...find Pei Mr. En."

"Thank you, Basil." Arthur Weasley said.

He beckoned behind him, and a large group of boys and a few girls walked past them happily. Two identical red-haired twins were also playing naughty at the exhausted Basil and sticking out their tongues.

After they all left, Vast said numbly:

"It's so lively."

"Who said no,"

Basil rubbed his eyes tiredly, "I really hope these people don't make any moths."