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Chapter 483: Security is too good

"Strange, you don't plan to go out for a walk?"

After the chat, Percy looked at Andrew who was leisurely flipping through a magazine and asked curiously.

"I do want to go out, but what if I run into my roommate..."

Andrew spread his hands - three of his four roommates came to the stadium, but he didn't reveal any information in the letter. If he didn't go out, he could pretend that the security of the Ministry of Magic was too strict to make an excuse. It would be difficult to explain if he met them outside.

Moreover, it was an unnecessary trouble for those people. The security check of the Logistics Department of the Ministry of Magic was really no joke. He came to watch the game just fine, but because he went over to say hello, he was checked inside and out by the Logistics Department for a long time. Isn't it unfair...

"It's easy to come here alone, but once you get involved with the Ministry of Magic, there will be a lot of trouble. Besides, Percy is in trouble too. Stay here and support me as I go back to school. Whatever you want, it's ok."

"Roommate?"

"Yes, they came too, but you know, I couldn't tell them in advance that I was coming because it involved the Minister of Magic's schedule. Anyway, it would be less troublesome for them if I didn't tell them."

"It can't be helped. You know this," Percy had obviously thought of this as well. "Every year after the Quidditch games, there will be some commotion. After all, there are Ministers of Magic from so many places. We can't not be prepared."

"So I'd better study hard and be prepared as a mascot," Andrew waved his hand and began to read seriously - just as if he was here to accompany you to take the exam, he had plenty of experience in this regard.

Sure enough, by the time dusk came, the exam was over.

Perhaps Fudge had finally finished his pre-match talks, and he was invited to attend an internal banquet at the Ministry of Magic - to be honest, it was considered a top-notch British meal, as the French food at this banquet!
Anyway, Andrew didn't hesitate. After briefly exchanging greetings with several ministers of magic, he started eating.

Easy and pleasant speech?

What's there to talk about with these old foxes? He sat here and demonstrated that being inarticulate is a qualified mascot, which fits the stereotype of these Ministers of Magic.

Anyway, it’s not like he wasn’t following table etiquette, he was just having a normal meal - even so, both the host and the guests were still having a great time and everything was harmonious.

Soon, it was getting dark, and Andrew began to go on stage with a group of magic ministers.

The box was naturally located on the top floor, and there was no ticket checking. There were so many Aurors on the scene that Andrew felt that the man with the lost nose would be killed directly if he broke in.

'It's a pity that Voldemort won't come here to die on his own,' Andrew looked at the strict security around him with interest.

Only occasions of this level could afford to use a large number of elite troops like Aurors for security. He was really curious about the combat effectiveness of the best students at Hogwarts before the Anti-Dark Arts class became completely ruined.

When they approached the fence of the venue, the thick golden wall began to deform, and a staircase with a red carpet appeared there.

Andrew gave up looking at the Auror and obediently joined the group of ministers, following a group of Ministers of Magic as they walked directly from the stairs to the box.

When he got inside the box, he found that it was not as full as he had imagined, and there were even many empty places.

But he soon ran out of time to observe - the wizard on the field ran over to shake his hand after greeting the minister, leaving him no time to pay attention to anything else.

Wave after wave of wizards came over, and Fudge even introduced each of them to him one by one.

But it must be said that it is indeed very valuable, because among these wizards, excluding those related to politics, the average age is over 100 years old, which is really very convincing.

There is no way. In a sense, the age of a wizard is really linked to his strength. The more powerful the wizard, the longer he lives. They don't even need to use extra means. The powerful magic alone is enough for them to live twice as long.

But compared to before, the current situation is not painful at all.

Compared with those Ministers of Magic, Andrew had more topics to talk about with the wizards in front of him, especially after they began to absorb more or less knowledge of Muggle society, he had more things to talk about with these wizards.

Apart from the occasional trouble caused by the accent, Andrew even had the illusion that if he drove the Ministers of Magic to other boxes, the environment would be like a school. "That's right, I said it, it must be like that."

"Nonsense, you've only lived for over 120 years, what have you seen? No way, no way."

"It's not like I haven't seen it before. When the Germans dropped that bomb on the Muggles' heads, I even dismantled it..."

"Who hasn't dismantled something like this? It's really powerful..."

The sudden change of topic made it difficult for Andrew to get a word in.

No, we were just chatting happily, why did you start showing off your seniority?
But he couldn't try to stop the fight. After all, they had just met, and the other party really looked weak - magic could bring longevity, but being strong was another matter.

He had no choice but to shift his attention elsewhere - not far away, Harry, another mascot, came over, and next to him was the Weasley family.

However, the Malfoy family's seat was vacant, and he heard this from Percy.

Mr. Draco is going to be a big brother, so the whole family can't come out to watch this kind of open-air game.

Many purebloods were also absent. After all, considering the time when the potion appeared and the time when the news spread, this point is indeed about the same...

"Excuse me, I'm just going to say hello,"

He greeted the old wizards who were watching the quarrel, then walked towards Sirius's position, "You guys are here too, Professor Black?"

"Yes, but now we have a problem," Sirius lowered his voice.

"trouble?"

"Over there, Hermione is trying to persuade the elf to disobey his master's orders."

Sirius gestured to the other side, "Over there, where the Crouch family is."

Andrew took a look—a little elf who seemed to be afraid of heights was sitting there, covering his eyes, and looked really pitiful.

"This is hard to handle..."

After all, she is someone else's house-elf, and it is indeed too much, but there is no way to interfere. Unless the master fires her, no one can do anything.

This is an ancient magical contract, very old and powerful. He hasn't investigated it, so he can't say anything about it.

'But what's going on over there?'

Andrew looked at it again and again, and always felt something was wrong.

Even with so many people surrounding him, he still felt that the place was a little too weird.

'Someone hiding? Or, a secret sentry?'

The latter is more likely - otherwise they would have taken action anyway, and that's Mr. Crouch's position.

"This sentry is too reliable. Is the security so perfect?"

(End of this chapter)