A group of students in blue and magenta robes walked past Wade, laughing and chattering about a recent match.
"Ten to three hundred and ninety... Hahahaha... I've never seen such a huge difference in a match before..."
Lupin's smile abruptly vanished. He touched his nose, appearing a little annoyed, and somewhat embarrassed.
"What's wrong?"
Wade glanced at the golden buttons on the students' robes and asked, puzzled.
"They're talking about the match between England and Transylvania," Lupin said in a low voice. "England only scored ten points."
"Oh." Wade understood a little, but he thought it wasn't too bad.
How should he put it? He had seen far more embarrassing matches in the Muggle World Cup, and he had stopped getting angry about them a long time ago.
Then Wade asked, "Transylvania? I remember it's in Romania."
"That's true in the Muggle world, but in the Wizarding World, Transylvania is a special place; it can't be lumped in with Romania."
Lupin said with a serious expression, "That place is full of Dark Magic creatures, and some powerful Dark Wizards live there in seclusion."
As they spoke, the group of students had already walked past them, and then Wade saw Sirius and Harry.
Harry was squatting in front of the tent, trying to build a bonfire with a few pieces of firewood, making a wobbly frame.
Sirius stood with his hands in his pockets in the open space by the entrance, talking to a Wizard with a half-smile.
The Wizard was wearing a yellow and black Quidditch robe, looking like a plump yellow wasp. He had a cheerful and lively smile on his face, and his blue eyes were round, making him seem even more like an ungraduated young man.
"Oh, Ludo Bagman," Lupin frowned.
"Dear Sirius, fancy a bet on the match?"
Bagman said enthusiastically, "Ireland versus Peru, the odds are three to one! Bulgaria against Wales, with Krum playing, it's a sure win!"
"You can also bet on which team scores first, who catches the Golden Snitch! Which two teams will make it to the finals... How about it, interested?"
"Come on, have a go! You'll have to wait four years if you miss this chance!"
Sirius showed an amused smile, twirling a few Galleons in his hand, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "If I'm guaranteed to win, won't you definitely lose? I heard you almost lost your Wand in the previous England match!"
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Bagman's face, then he let out a couple of hearty laughs and clapped Sirius on the shoulder:
"Winning and losing, isn't that the charm of the game? Bet ten Galleons, win back thirty! Opportunities like this don't come every day!"
Just as Sirius was about to speak, Lupin interrupted him: "Morning, Sirius, Bagman."
Seeing Lupin and Wade, the smile on Sirius's face became genuine, while Bagman's forehead began to sweat.
"Haha, I wondered who it was, it's Remus. Of course, of course, you'd definitely come to watch the match together."
Bagman chuckled dryly, retreating as he spoke. "Speaking of which, Pontner just wanted to bet with me! I'll go chat with him first! See you later, friends!"
After saying that, he hurried away without waiting for anyone to respond.
"How odd, it's the first time I've seen someone who's afraid of you but not me." Sirius looked at Lupin playfully and asked, "What, did you go visit him when the moon was out?"
"What? No! Of course not!" Lupin looked around before saying, "I saw him trying to borrow money from Marchioni earlier—Bagman's on the verge of losing everything, and he's desperate to turn his luck around with this match!"
"Through gambling?" Sirius laughed mockingly. "That's insane! Hasn't he considered what would happen if he lost?"
"If he could think long-term, he wouldn't be a gambler," Lupin said.
While the two adults were talking, Harry greeted Wade, and then the two of them entered the tent together.
Sirius's tent looked magnificent from the outside, and inside it was more like a palace, even having two floors, complete with a bathroom and kitchen. Each of the four people could have their own spacious bedroom.
The bedroom prepared for Wade was also tidied beforehand, with fresh sheets and blankets that carried a faint, sun-kissed scent.
Kreacher stood by the door and bowed to Wade upon seeing him, saying, "Kreacher is preparing lunch. What would Young Master Wade like for lunch?"
"Steak is fine, thank you, Kreacher."
Wade said casually. Seeing Kreacher run off to the kitchen with a spatula, he turned to Harry and asked, "You brought Kreacher too?"
"That wasn't our idea, Kreacher insisted on coming," Harry said. "He thinks that without him, Sirius would at best only manage to keep us from starving to death."
"But I saw you still making a fire outside?" Wade asked.
"Just for fun," Harry shrugged. "Sirius thinks it adds to the camping atmosphere."
In fact, he found it quite entertaining himself.
The Dursleys had never taken Harry camping, so this was actually his first time participating in such an activity. He wanted to try out all sorts of things he had only seen on television.
If Wade hadn't arrived, Harry would have been at the campsite for nearly a week already, otherwise Wade would have seen a Savior excitedly running around everywhere.
Wade toured the tent, and then the two returned to the open area outside.
By now, the bonfire was lit. Kreacher had helped skewer some meat and vegetables, as well as two fish, for them to roast over the fire.
Wade and Harry sat on stools, twirling the slender sticks in their hands, watching the meat sizzle and crackle as it was licked by the flames, all while discussing their holiday homework and recent lives.
"...I've even read all my Potions Class books, just so Snape won't bother me again," Harry said. "But I haven't written the Divination Class essay yet, though I doubt Professor Trelawney will even read it carefully."
"You did that at the Dursleys'?" Wade asked.
"Yeah, Sirius lives nearby, so Uncle Vernon couldn't confiscate all my Magic Books..." Harry mumbled.
When Harry wasn't showing his forehead scar, the two of them, roasting food by themselves, were quite inconspicuous at the campsite. Sirius, however, attracted attention like a spotlight.
As Wade sat there, he saw wave after wave of people come to talk to Sirius: Ministry of Magic officials, Wizards from Pure-blood families, his former classmates, and young witches who had come specifically to meet him.
He looked at Harry: "Shall we go find Michael and the others after we eat?"
"Yeah!" Harry nodded enthusiastically. "Let's find somewhere quiet."
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