Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

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Mr Weasley was having no success at all in lighting the fire, but it wasn't for lack of trying.  Splintered matches littered the ground around him, but he looked as though he was having the time of his life.

Arthur: Oops!

He managed to light a match and promptly dropped it in surprise.

Hermione: Come here, Mr Weasley.

She took the box from him and showed him how to do it properly.  At last they got the fire lit, though it was at least another hour before it was hot enough to cook anything.  There was plenty to watch while we waited, however.  Our tent seemed to be pitched right alongside a pathway to the field, and Ministry members kept hurrying up and down it, greeting Mr Weasley cordially as they passed.  Mr Weasley kept up a running commentary, mainly for Harry's and Hermione's benefit.  His own children knew too much about the Ministry to be greatly interested, and Ava and I didn't care.  At last, the fire was ready, and we had just started cooking eggs and sausages when Bill, Charlie, and Percy came strolling out of the woods toward them.

Percy: Just Apparated, Dad.  Ah, excellent, lunch!

We were halfway through their plates of eggs and sausages when Mr Weasley jumped to his feet, waving and grinning at a man who was striding toward us.

Arthur: Aha!  The man of the moment!  Ludo!

Ludo Bagman was easily the most noticeable person we had seen so far, even including old Archie in his flowered nightdress.  He was wearing long Quidditch robes in thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black.  An enormous picture of a wasp was splashed across his chest.  He had the look of a powerfully built man who'd let himself go.  The robes were stretched tightly across a large belly he surely had not had in the days when he had played Quidditch for England.  His nose was squashed, probably broken by a stray Bludger, but his round blue eyes, short blond hair, and rosy complexion made him look like a very overgrown schoolboy.

Bagman: Ahoy there!

He was walking as though he had springs attached to the balls of his feet and was plainly in a state of wild excitement.

Bagman: Arthur, old man.  What a day, eh?  What a day!  Could we have asked for more perfect weather?  A cloudless night coming, and hardly a hiccup in the arrangements.  Not much for me to do!

Behind him, a group of haggard looking Ministry wizards rushed past, pointing at the distant evidence of some sort of a magical fire that was sending violet sparks twenty feet into the air.  Percy hurried forward with his hand outstretched.  Apparently his disapproval of the way Ludo Bagman ran his department did not prevent him from wanting to make a good impression.

Arthur: Ah, yes.  This is my son Percy.  He's just started at the Ministry.  This is Fred... no, George, sorry, that's Fred.  Bill, Charlie, Ron, my daughter, Ginny, and Ron's friends.  Hermione Granger, Ava Lovegood, YN Gojo, and Harry Potter.

Bagman did the smallest of double takes when he heard Harry's and my name.

Arthur: Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets.

Bagman beamed and waved his hand as if to say it had been nothing.

Bagman: Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?

He jiggled what seemed to be a large amount of gold in the pockets of his yellow and black robes.

Bagman: I've already got Roddy Pontner betting me Bulgaria will score first, I offered him nice odds, considering Ireland's front three are the strongest I've seen in years, and little Agatha Timms has put up half shares in her eel farm on a week-long match.