0424 Magical

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0424 Magical Harry stood rooted, his emerald eyes widening to the point where they threatened to pop out of their sockets. The sight before him was magical, far surpassing even his wildest imaginings. He barely registered Mr. Weasley's enthusiastic boasting in the background, so captivated was he by the expansive vibrant spectacle that unfolded across the vast expanse of lawn stretching out before them. The gently rolling green field, which seemed to extend endlessly towards the distant, dark line of an ancient forest, was absolutely packed with life and color. Thousands upon thousands of tents blanketed the landscape, arranged in neat, orderly rows that created a patchwork of fabric and magic. The sheer scale of it all was breathtaking. Most of the tents, Harry observed with amusement, were clearly attempts by their wizard owners to blend in with the Muggle world. These unremarkable structures stood in stark contrast to the more flamboyant creations that dotted the landscape. Some fanatical magic users had gone to great lengths to outdo their neighbors, resulting in a delightful hodgepodge of architectural absurdities. Harry's gaze was drawn to a particularly ostentatious tent nearby, which had not only a decorative brick chimney complete with curling smoke, but also an intricately carved wooden door with a shiny brass knocker and – most bizarrely – a fully functional weathervane perched atop its peaked roof. As his eyes traveled further afield, towards the edge of the forest, Harry noticed that the tents became even more outlandish and diverse. Here, wizarding culture from around the globe was on full display, with no attempts made to conceal the magical nature. A group of tents that looked like they'd been plucked straight from the Arabian Nights stood proudly, their silk walls shimmering with ever-changing patterns of starlight and desert landscapes. Nearby, a collection of structures that resembled traditional Japanese pagodas stretched towards the sky, their roofs were decorated with softly tinkling wind chimes that played haunting melodies. Even more eye-catching was an enormous tent crafted entirely from what appeared to be living ice. Despite the warm summer air, a light dusting of snow continuously fell around its perimeter, much to the delight of a group of young children who danced and played near it. Harry's ears were assaulted by a symphony of different languages, He even caught snippets of languages he couldn't begin to identify – was that person actually speaking Mermish, or had he imagined the haunting, gurgling sounds? Amidst the sea of tents, a constant stream of people moved to and fro, their robes and outfits a riot of colors and styles that reflected the truly international nature of the event. Harry spotted a group of African wizards draped in vivid kente cloth, their wands tucked behind their ears as they discussed what sounded like Quidditch strategies. Not far from them, a cluster of witches wearing headdresses that Hermione recognized as traditional Russian kokoshniks haggled cheerfully with a vendor over the price of some steaming meat pies. The vendors themselves added another layer of excitement to the already electric atmosphere. Everywhere Harry looked, there were peddlers hawking their products from enchanted carts and stalls. Some of these magical merchants pushed carts like that of the trolley on the Hogwarts Express, loaded with familiar treats like Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Others offered more exotic goods – Harry's mouth watered at the sight of a cart piled high with glistening, rainbow-hued fruits that he'd never seen before. One particularly enthusiastic vendor, his hat adorned with what looked suspiciously like live leprechauns, was shouting at the top of his lungs as he demonstrated a set of self-shuffling playing cards. Every few seconds, the cards would leap from his hands, perform an intricate aerial dance, and then neatly reassemble themselves into a perfect deck. "It's truly impressive, Arthur!" Sirius's voice cut through Harry's reverie, drawing his attention back to the group. Harry turned to see Sirius's face blazing with genuine admiration. "The Ministry occasionally manages to do something worthwhile. You've essentially built a city here. Tell me, have you counted how many people have come to watch the match?" Mr. Weasley's chest puffed out with pride, his thinning red hair catching the morning sunlight as he grinned at Sirius. "When I got the tickets from Ludo, he mentioned that they'd sold about a hundred thousand tickets in total. I reckon those who managed to get tickets wouldn't pass up the chance to come, so... I'd say no fewer than a hundred thousand people!" The number hung in the air for a moment. 'A hundred thousand!' Harry felt his jaw drop, and he wasn't alone. Even the Weasley children, who had grown up immersed in the Wizarding world, looked utterly gobsmacked. Ron's freckles stood out even more prominently against his suddenly pale face, while the twins, Fred and George, for once seemed at a loss for words. "I never imagined there were so many wizards!" Harry finally managed to say, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. Before Harry could fully process this new information, Ron chimed in with a story of his own. "Bill used to have a pen pal who went to a school in Brazil... that was years ago," he said, his freckled face scrunching up slightly as he recalled the details. "He wanted to do an exchange visit, but Mum and Dad couldn't afford it. When he wrote to say he couldn't go, that pen pal got angry and sent Bill a cursed hat that made his ears shrivel up." "Ahem—" Mr. Weasley coughed awkwardly, explaining, "Your mother and I thought... it wasn't safe. Bill hadn't really figured out who this person was. What if he'd been tricked? Bill wasn't of age then." Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley's ears had turned bright red, indicating he was under pressure—just like Ron when he was stressed. "Let's go!" The two girls came bouncing back, their arms full of not just Jelly Slugs and Exploding Bonbons, but many other sweets Harry couldn't name. As they distributed their treats among the group, Harry got a peculiar piece of gum. Curious, he popped it into his mouth and began to chew. For a moment, nothing happened, and Harry wondered if perhaps this was just ordinary Muggle gum. Then, without warning, the gum expanded rapidly, forming an enormous bubble that engulfed his entire head making it twice its normal size. Harry's muffled yelp of surprise was drowned out by the raucous laughter of his friends as they observed his comically enlarged head. "Now that's a clever idea!" George said, eyeing Harry's enlarged head with interest, while Ginny frantically searched for the gum wrapper to see if there were instructions on how to return Harry's head to normal. "Looks like some sort of Engorgement Charm—" Sirius said cheerfully, comforting the nearly tearful Ginny. "Don't worry, Ginny. Remus is waiting for us in the tent, and he's particularly good at dealing with these little tricks. Ah, thee he is, I think I see him. Oh, just our luck..." The sudden shift in Sirius's tone, caught everyone's attention. Harry, still struggling with his oversized head, squinted in the direction Sirius was looking. He spotted Remus in the distance, looking as kindly as ever, but that wasn't what had caused Sirius's change in demeanor. Just beyond where Remus stood, Harry's eyes fell upon a distinctive tent. It was extravagantly draped in striped silk; its walls were shimmering with what should be the protective enchantments. The structure more closely resembled a miniature palace than a camping tent, complete with gold-plated poles and fluttering emblems bearing a coat of arms Harry didn't recognize but instinctively disliked. And as if the tent itself weren't ostentatious enough, several magnificent peacocks were tethered at its entrance. "Oh—" Mr. Weasley's face darkened as he realized what Sirius meant. "The Malfoys' tent." "What!" Harry stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet as a wave of horror washed over him. His head was still comically oversized, and if his biggest rival at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy, saw him in this embarrassing state, he'd have material to mock Harry for the entire upcoming school year – and probably beyond it. Harry desperately wanted to hide, to shrink away and become invisible, but it was too late. They were already close enough to the tent that running or hiding would be impossible without being noticed. And as if the universe itself was conspiring against him, at that very moment, the tent flap was pushed aside and a familiar figure stepped out. Draco emerged into the sunlight, his white-blond hair gleaming like polished silver. He was impeccably dressed in expensive wizarding robes that seemed entirely too formal for a camping trip. His pale, pointed face wore its usual expression of bored disdain as he glanced around, checking to see who his mother was speaking to. Instinctively, his eyes fell on Harry with his enlarged head. Draco's grey eyes showed a moment of confusion before his mouth twisted into a sarcastic sneer, making Harry's heart sink. Draco's mother was about to turn and scold him, warning him about a "dangerous werewolf" outside and telling him to go back inside the tent. But before she could voice her admonishment, she noticed her son's sudden change in expression. Narcissa, noticing Draco's mocking look, followed his gaze and her already cold features became even more rigid as she spotted Sirius approaching with a stony face. ******************************* For More Chapters; /FicFrenzy

0424 Magical

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