They returned to the camp along the passage illuminated by lanterns, and everyone took out various magic lamps from the big tent and piled them up into a hill.

"The rest is here except those two 'big guys'," Cremy said.

Lupin smiled and said, "Felix, your plan still shocked me a little. I have been waiting for today." Cremy also looked at him expectantly.

Felix shrugged and pressed his wand against his forehead. Threads of silver light appeared on the tip of the wand.

"Hiss~"

Felix gritted his teeth and couldn't help but mutter: "The model is too exquisite and it's a bit troublesome when it comes out. It feels like digging a spoonful of it from his head..."

Cremy glanced at him disgustedly, the professor's description was too weird.

Felix pulled out a long silver memory from his brain, wrapped it in a ball, and grabbed it in his palm. Then he stretched out his palm, and the air was intertwined with golden silk and silver threads. A hexagonal snowflake-like open-air corridor building slowly formed in his hand. At the center of the snowflake corridor, there was a whirlpool that was surging the size of a palm. Felix waved his magic wand with his other hand, and magic lamps poured into the vortex one after another, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Under the gaze of the two, the six or seven feet snowflake-shaped building floated up gently and flew into the air, expanding continuously until it occupied half of the camp. Then Felix's wand stood up and the snowflake-shaped building suddenly fell. Cremy screamed, and the next second, she found herself in a gorgeous corridor.

In the corridor, magic lamps with different shapes appeared and appeared.

Then Felix casts a floating spell on himself, pulling himself to thirty or forty feet high, and looks like a huge kite in the dark, floating in the wind.

He looked down at the bottom, with a finger of the magic wand, and a corner of the snowflake corridor extending outward, connecting the road back from the gymnasium.

Felix fell from mid-air, "Okay, almost, let's take some more time to adjust-"

"Professor Hepp, what kind of magic is this?" Cremy asked through a railing in a corridor.

"Well, why not ask for what you want... Thinking Hut?"

"Word Cabin for Respond to Requests." Cremy thought about the name, which sounded strange, but when her palms passed through the corridor columns, she felt something was right.

...

The Weasleys, Harry, Sirius and Hermione were surrounded by the tide of crowds and crowded together until they left the gym. They walked forward all the way and discussed the results of the game just now.

Little devils flew over their heads, holding a small golden or green lamp in their hands, raving and laughing in the air.

"The Irish team's chasers are great, no, everyone is great, and the cooperation is perfect. There is only one absolute good player in Bulgaria, but their cooperation is problematic, and it's a big problem," Charlie commented.

"The character is not very good, you can see how many fouls they committed," Ron said.

"Ron," Charlie said, "a reasonable foul can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, especially when the opponent is full of momentum."

Mr. Weasley disagreed with his words, "Charlie, I think the game should be clean, no elbow strikes or small movements should be allowed, and the referee will blow the whistle once it appears..."

"Dad, you said, just blowing the whistle, not being sent off. In order to win the game, I remember that there were people who cast evil curses. I had experienced a lot when I was in school."

Mr. Weasley and Charlie were fighting each other, and Charlie said helplessly: "I also hope the game is completely clean, but this kind of thing cannot be eliminated at all."

Hermione yawned a big yawn, and Mr. Weasley noticed her condition, and he said softly: "Go back to camp, we can have a cup of cocoa milk to help sleep...Believe me, it will be noisy tonight."

Ginny was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes. She pulled Hermione's sleeve and walked forward, "Are they planning to open a campfire party?"

"Ha! It's not impossible," said Mr. Weasley. "This game ended too early and it's not very enjoyable. You have to know that most people are actually prepared and are ready to hold on for three or five days... and wait and see, it won't stop at night."

They found that the noise ahead had disappeared, replaced by a marvelous sound, "Look over there!" Hermione's eyes widened.

On the road leading to the camp, an open corridor was protruded toward this side. Various lighting decorations were hung in the corridor, illuminating the exquisite patterns and patterns on it.

"What is this?" Ginny was no longer sleepy and stood on tiptoe to see more clearly.

"I don't know..." Mr. Weasley looked confused, "Is it a program prepared by the Ministry?"

They walked closer and found that the corridor building was actually an illusion. A naughty child kept shuttled back and forth between the railings, giggling non-stop. Another bigger boy hid himself in the corridor column, thinking that his family would not find him.

His parents looked at the little guy with helpless look, and could only cooperate with him, "Little Leo, where are you hiding?"

The boy covered his mouth and his eyes bent into crescent moons.

"It's obvious that it has something to do with Professor Hepp." The Weasley twins pointed to the magic lamp hanging in the corridor. "This is a product that only World of the Future has. I'll show you-"

He reached out and walked through a magic lamp of a lion-shaped figure as big as a palm. "Huh?" Is this also an illusion? But then, they realized that this was a small game, and a line of golden words appeared in the air, which was a riddle.

‘Which letter is an animal?’

"Oh, this is too simple." Fred muttered, "It's the letter B, which means the bee." As soon as he finished speaking, the magic lamp in the lion-shaped shape made a click, like a ripe melon falling from the green vines and floating on his hands.

The little lion opened his eyes, bowed, poked out a pair of small wings from behind, fluttered and flew, and circled around Fred, "Aww~" it screamed in a silence, and opened its mouth and spit out a white ball of light.

The phantom of a castle projected by the light ball, with a line of small words, "The Future World - Headquartered in Diagon Alley, England". The phantom flashed for a few seconds and disappeared, leaving only a milky white ball of light, emitting bright light.

"Wow," Fred exclaimed, "it seems that those guys have added new features."

"Is it Mr. Heip's 'Future World' company?" Mr. Weasley asked with interest. He heard the Weasley brothers keep talking on the dining table these days and learned a lot about the situation of this company.

"That's right," Fred said.

Mr. Weasley blinked, "So, girls, boys, are you still sleepy now?"

"Oh, Dad, we must at least get a little magic lamp for ourselves!" Ron shouted, his words attracted a lot of approval. It can be seen that riddles are not difficult, and everyone has hope.

In the tent of the 'Future World', Felix held a small gallery model in his hand, with silver light flashing in his eyes. He seemed to hear their words and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The Weasleys were looking for riddles, and Ron even made a bold statement: "I want to guess ten!" But soon they realized the problem. Only the first riddle was relatively simple, but the difficulty suddenly increased during the second attempt.

Hermione was holding a small magic lamp of a pocket lion in her hand, standing in front of a fire dragon magic lamp the size of an owl. It was squirting out "breath" everywhere, and there were seven or eight people watching around.

Harry came over and said that Hermione's riddle was a logical reasoning question. The dozen names on it made him dizzy. After reading it carefully twice, he couldn't understand the meaning of the question.

"Do you know the answer?" he asked Hermione, who was thinking hard.

"Oh, don't bother me, I'll come up soon." Hermione said, her wand constantly wiggling, leaving strange symbols in the air, which should be Latin letters? Harry thought, he walked through the crowd and walked around, and saw Mr. Barty Crouch in front of him.

"Hello, Potter."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch." Harry said rudely, Crouch had a fight with Sirius in the afternoon.

Barty Crouch's eyes were glittering with a strange light, as if he was looking at a treasure, "Come with me, Harry, I have something to look for you."

"What?" Harry asked in shock.

"About Sirius Black, someone filed a lawsuit against the attack on the wizard of the Overturned Lane during his escape," Crouch said indifferently.

"But the Ministry of Magic has given a proof! Sirius is innocent!" Harry said angrily.

"That's the case where no one pursues it." Crouch said impatiently, and he stretched out his hand-

"Let go of Harry!"

A roar sounded, Sirius came from behind, pushed Barty Crouch away, pulled out his wand and pointed at him, "Old guy, what do you want to do to Harry!"

Their conflict attracted the attention of a group of foreign fans, and Crouch nodded to the two and left without looking back.

"What's going on?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know, he said someone sued you and asked me to go with him." Harry said.

"How could it be-how!" Sirius said incredibly, "I'll go and ask him clearly!"

"Don't go," Harry grabbed Sirius, "Don't go, Sirius, he is a senior official in the Ministry of Magic-"

"I'm not afraid of him, let go, Harry!" Sirius said angrily.

"Sirian, I don't want to lose you again," said Harry.

Sirius lost all his strength at once, and his fingers shook, "Okay, let's go back to the tent first, you talk to me, that Batty Crouch is definitely a problem!"

Seeing Sirius persuading him, Harry said with agreement: "I think so too, I have a guess..."

...

Looking at the corridor building that suddenly appeared in front of him, Fuji couldn't help but ask the staff next to him: "Whose idea is this? Why don't I know?"

A Ministry of Magic staff said: "It's the 'Future World' company. They applied for a light show before. We approved it, but, just..." He looked at the huge building in front of him and said hesitantly: "We didn't expect such a big formation."

"Felix Happ's company?" Fudge asked. He did not mention the confidentiality issue. The 100,000 people made a lot of noise this afternoon than it is now, and it is still late at night, in the wilderness, and there is no risk.

The only Muggle family that lives nearby should go to bed. Even if they don’t, the Ministry of Magic staff will let them sleep.

He cares more about whose company it is.

The staff nodded.

"When did he make it out? We haven't seen the game yet." He stretched out his thick fingers and circled a huge circle, covering the building in his sight.

The staff said: "I asked my colleagues who were left behind, and he said-" He suddenly became hesitant: "He said it appeared suddenly. He was on duty, but a building fell from the sky..."

Fudge didn't say anything. After looking for a while, he waved his hand, "Don't worry about me, I'll walk by myself." He walked along the corridor and soon found that fans were guessing various riddles, and some hidden corners would suddenly explode, often a box of candies with the name of the Future World Company, or various small souvenirs. Among them, the most eye-catching thing is something called "animation".

It can be seen that as long as the number of children gathered together reaches a certain standard, the corridor will surging and projecting pictures, like comic strips connected together, but the attraction is much more serious than comic strips. The plot is coherent and the plot is interesting. Even he couldn't help but watch it for six or seven minutes until the end of the animation.

At the end of the animation, there is a string of small words, "This product is under development and will be completed in the next three to five years, so stay tuned." Then comes the company name and address.

Fuji walked forward in a complicated mood and finally reached the end of the corridor - there was a hexagonal clearing. Only then did he realize that the place he came was just one of the extended corners, and there were five similar corridors.

The crowds of people gathered from different corridors, talking and laughing, holding various small magic lamps in their hands.

"Brother Yuria, can we meet Mr. Hepp?" said a lively voice. She was a young witch with bright long blonde hair.

The young wizard, known as 'Big Brother Yuria', smiled and said, "I'm not sure, but I'll definitely see him at Hogwarts this year. Bethni, where's your brother?"

The young witch sighed, "Byers and the puzzle are on the verge of each other. I have to get the second magic lamp. I don't think about it. There are 100,000 people here, and I can't even have one person. How could it be so easy to get the second one."

Yuria smiled and said, "I hope he can succeed so that I can exchange for Thunderbird-shaped magic lamps with him."
To be continued...