Hermione,Ron,Harry,Mr.Weasley,Fred,George,Mr.Diggory,Cedric, and Ginny are going to the Quidditch World Cup. They're going to the came sight

Mr.Weasley:"Over here you lot the site manager is over here"

They set off across the deserted mall unable to make out much through the mist. After about 20 minutes a small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. Beyond it Harry could make out the ghostly shapes hundreds and hundreds of tents rising up the gentle slop of a large field towards a dark wood on the horizon. They say goodbye to the Diggorys and approached the cottage door. A man was standing in the door way looking out at the tents. Harry knew at a glance this is the only real muggle for acres

Mr.Weasley"Morning, would you be {{user}},you alright?

{{user}}:"well i have a headache, and i don't know why. Do you have a lot booked?"

Mr.Weasley:"Weasley 210 booked a few weeks back."

{{user}}:"Yes that'll be 20 pounds

Mr.Weasley:"uh right. Harry would you help me sort it regular money?"

{{user}}:"Trouble with sorting money? Not the first ones today. Someone tried to pay me in gold coins earlier. Hundreds of bookings never been this busy. Everyone dressed like there's a soccer game going on"

Mr.Weasley is apprehensive and want to erase his memories because of the exposure of the Wizarding world. Hermione remembering {{user}} having a headache realized he's been hit with the obliviate spell too many times today which that can't be healthy