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Chapter 486: It’s over, just brush off your clothes and go away

When it comes to the suspicion of assassination, the Aurors used all their skills, so the questions they asked were extremely detailed.

It didn't take long for Andrew to hear the outrageous details.

There is indeed a problem with the security - but it's not that the Aurors are not capable, but that the traitor is right in the Ministry of Magic!
That's right, the person who arranged these people in was the Aurors' former boss, the former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic and the current Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, Mr. Barty Crouch.

The person who was arranged to come in was Barty Crouch Jr., the only son of Mr. Crouch, who was theoretically dead long ago.

At any other time, the Aurors might have raised their hands slightly out of respect for Mr. Crouch, but today's situation did not allow them to show mercy.

Under the influence of truth serum and detailed questioning by the Aurors, Barty Jr.'s method of escaping prison, the purpose of his coming here, and the actions he planned to take next were all revealed one by one.

Place the dreaded Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup!

This outrageous and terrifying plan almost drove the Aurors crazy - although it was not the terrible assassination of Minister Fudge, this crazy plan would ruin the entire World Cup!

The most important thing is that when he was knocked unconscious, he had actually stolen a magic wand!
The elf who was supposed to be supervising him had completely failed in his duties, which meant that once he returned to the camp, this Death Eater might actually put his horrific plan into action!

"No, what was Crouch thinking? Why didn't he come over and let the elf take the child out for a walk?"

Andrew was watching the show the whole time, and the dance of the little girl was not so attractive anymore.

He didn't know Mr. Crouch, and he even had some grievances with him because of Sirius's case. But he now knew that the Director of the Ministry of Magic was finished, both in terms of his political career and his future life.

If releasing the child might earn some sympathy from the jury, the fact that he attacked his colleague and left her in a state of semi-amnesia would wipe out their sympathy.

"The biggest rival blew himself up. What luck Fudge has..."

Andrew looked at Fudge who was pretending to be serious, shook his head, and turned his attention back to the field.

Because the music had ended, Meiwa's dance stopped at the right time.

"The Auror's trial was really fast... It took such a short time to arrest the person and then to try him, and no one even noticed..."

Andrew looked around and found that the crowd had stopped cursing at the girls' dance and were starting to protest or do other outrageous things.

Meanwhile, Mr. Bagman had already begun questioning the Minister and continued to stand at the front of the box.

"Now," he said in a steady voice as if nothing had happened in the box, "let's raise our wands - welcome the mascot of the Irish national team!"

While he was speaking, little Barty, who was still in a coma, was taken away by the Aurors. The ministers of the Ministry of Magic of various countries looked at the scene with very kind expressions, as if nothing had happened.

Even Harry and Ron, who were accidentally injured, were awakened by the Aurors' spell.

Both of them were dazed at the moment, but the first thing they did when they woke up was to look down at the stands.

"How about them?"

Ron asked in a silly manner, his voice not loud, but Andrew, who had been paying attention to little Barty, heard it - to be more precise, most people heard it.

I don't know who started it, but everyone's face was suddenly filled with smiles. However, the weird thing was that no one laughed out loud.

'This is not as interesting as school...'

Andrew secretly complained, but he didn't intend to miss either the melon or the leprechaun performance - those leprechauns wearing red clothes and mustaches were now performing a large-scale flying event comparable to a drone show, each of them holding a golden or green lantern, forming all kinds of patterns in the air.

"Great, great," Andrew praised in his heart. This activity that resembled a drone show finally made him feel more familiar, but at the same time, he did not forget to eat the melon in the back row.

"Where's the magic baby, Hermione?" Ron asked stupidly, "Besides, my head hurts... Harry, how about you?"

"It hurts me too..."

"puff…"

Someone among the Aurors couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"It hurts me too. This is what it feels like when I watch a performance by a cute little girl," someone, not sure if it was George or Fred, was talking nonsense in a serious tone.

Andrew felt that he couldn't hold it back anymore.

Fortunately, a timely rain of gold coins interrupted everyone's conversation. A pile of shining gold fell from the sky, scattering all over the ground with a jingling sound.

Andrew picked one up at random - although this thing would disappear on its own, some legends said that this thing symbolized good luck. He didn't quite believe it, but after all, he was already here, so it wouldn't hurt to catch one.

"Do you believe in luck?"

The old wizard next door asked curiously.

"Believe a little bit, and if it works, believe more."

Andrew responded with a smile. At this moment, Bagman had already started introducing the players from both sides. It seemed that the game was going on perfectly and was not affected by the previous box conflict.

The players were much more famous than Andrew had imagined. Every time a player entered the field, he could hear cheers and the audience shouting each other's names. But there was no doubt that the most famous one was Krum - when he came on the field, even the cheers were much louder than those of the others.

The game was much more exciting than Andrew had imagined - even Andrew, who didn't know much about the game, watched it with great interest.

Unfortunately, the strength of the players on both sides was not equal. The Bulgarian team was much weaker in overall strength and was scored infinitely by the Irish team.

But Krum almost single-handedly reversed the situation.

'One top player can't hold up the team. When playing against other teams, they rely on their teammates to carry them. Krum got the ball, but Ireland scored too quickly.'

In the end, Ireland won - but Croom was still hailed as a hero.

"You win."

The wizard next door said with a smile, not seeming to be upset at all about losing the game.

"Yeah, but Krum certainly deserves his treatment."

Andrew nodded in agreement. "Leave me your mailing address, Mr. Cullivan."

Whether it was the communication before watching the game or the chat during the game, the other party was obviously the kind of wizard who was very good at absorbing knowledge and had extraordinary knowledge background. Andrew was very willing to make friends with him.

"Yeah, that's what I meant. Looks like we had a good chat?"

The other party smiled and nodded, leaving Andrew a contact name of Owl Magic, and Andrew also gave the other party his address.

'This game is worth watching.'

He thought silently.

(End of this chapter)