A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

Aaron and the others took a stroll around the venue before returning to their tents.

Adrian spent hundreds of Galleons buying a lot of souvenirs for her two younger brothers. Although Aaron and Leon both thought it was unnecessary, they couldn't refuse their older sister's kindness.

Genes prepared a sumptuous lunch and patiently explained the rules of the Quidditch World Cup and the game instructions to the three of them while they ate.

Tonight's match is between Bulgaria and Ireland. Bulgaria is slightly weaker than Ireland, but they have a top-notch Seeker, Viktor Krum.

"Which team do you two think has the best chance?" Adrian asked.

"I don't know, and I don't really care about these things," Aaron said casually.

“I support the Irish team,” Lyon said thoughtfully. “Although Krum is excellent and even has the ability to turn the tide, these big competitions are about overall strength.”

“I think so too.” Adrian nodded in agreement.

Just then, a familiar voice came from outside the tent. Turning around, he saw Arthur Weasley leading the way, followed by Harry, Hermione, and his children.

There should have been three Weasleys—Bill, Charlie, and Percy—but they had just apparated and were starving, busy filling their stomachs.

"Excuse me, Aaron, should we be allowed to come in?"

“Of course.” Aaron walked over and lifted the curtain. “Mr. Weasley, please come in and make yourself at home.”

However, as soon as they entered, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

Other people's tents were huge, with complete water and electricity, and even a separate room. The ceiling could even connect to the outside sky. But their tents were just old-fashioned three-bedroom apartments, and they also had some unpleasant odors that were hard to ignore.

The contrast is striking.

“This…is exactly like a Muggle’s dwelling.” Arthur was full of interest, his eyes constantly scanning everything inside the tent. For a wizard who liked Muggles, everything in front of him was extremely attractive.

“Muggles can’t afford a place like this,” Hermes remarked, noting that the tent was much nicer than her home.

"You flatter me. Wizards must also keep up with the times."

“Gaius, this…is your sister?” Fred and George looked at Adrian, and only then did they understand why Ron and Harry had seemed so distracted.

They had met many people, but this was the first time they had ever seen a girl with such outstanding temperament; she was simply breathtaking.

A slight smile appeared on Adrian's lips as he nodded gently. "Hello, Adrian."

“Fred Weasley, this is George, we are twin brothers, we currently attend Hogwarts and are Gryffindor beaters…”

"Sigh!" Hermione sighed helplessly. "They're really brothers, just like Ron."

“I understand,” Ginny teased. “Or rather, this reaction is normal.”

Upon hearing this, the two brothers stopped talking abruptly.

They glanced at each other, and could both see a hint of embarrassment in each other's eyes.

They were more thick-skinned than Harry and Ron, and couldn't really express it as mere admiration.

"Who is this?" Arthur asked Leon curiously.

"Aaron's second brother, just call me Leon," Leon explained casually, then lowered his head to read his book silently.

After a brief introduction, the Weasleys immediately started talking about their knowledge of the Quidditch World Cup.

Arthur was, after all, a member of the Ministry of Magic and had extensive connections. He knew more about the Ministry's arrangements for this world-class event than the average wizard.

Aaron and Leon didn't seem to care, but Adrian seemed to take it very seriously. She invited Arthur to sit by the window for a detailed discussion and took out a notebook to start taking notes.

"When did my sister become interested in this kind of thing?" Leon asked, puzzled.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" Aaron rolled his eyes. "But my older sister never does anything meaningless; she must have her own reasons."

"Do you even need to say this?"

“Aaron,” George and Fred asked cautiously in low voices, “if I may ask, how old is your sister this year?”

“Fifteen years old, she was born at Christmas,” Aaron said, then looked at the two of them meaningfully. “Why are you asking this? You're not interested in my sister, are you?”

"No."

"how come?"

The two brothers immediately waved their hands, but looking at each other's amused eyes, they felt inexplicably uneasy.

“Okay! We’ll compete fairly,” Fred assured him.

"Yes."

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Leon couldn't help but clutch his stomach and laugh. "Countless people like Adrian, but 99% of them only dare to think about it and then give up on themselves."

The remaining one percent only dared to harbor secret crushes, which is what is known as unrequited love.

"You two are quite refreshing and unique among these people."

"Do we have a chance?" Fred asked nervously.

"Since you had the courage to ask, I won't hide it from you anymore. I'll tell you the truth," Leon said seriously. "No, you don't have a single chance."

One of my sister's basic criteria for choosing a partner—note, I said one of her basic criteria.

You managed to beat her despite being less than three years older than her, so... you might as well give up now!

“We meet the age requirement,” George said thoughtfully. “As for strength… we might not be able to beat her.”

"Do you believe it?" Leon asked Aaron.

“I don’t believe it,” Aaron said bluntly. “I’m not trying to discourage you, but you’re already considered excellent among your peers, but you’re incomparable to her at all.”

"That's too hurtful!" Fred said, somewhat indignantly.

“Even if you all put yourselves together, you might not be able to beat me,” Leon added. “And Aaron and I, or rather, all of us brothers combined, can’t beat her. Our eldest sister has kept us under her thumb since we were little.”

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

Hermione interjected, noting that Ron and Harry also expressed skepticism about Leon's words.

They had a certain understanding of Aaron's strength. If Adrian was even more powerful than him, then ordinary people wouldn't even be qualified to pursue her.

“That’s how exaggerated it is.” Leon got more and more excited as he spoke. “Even your headmaster, Dumbledore, the strongest white wizard of this century, it’s only a matter of time before Adrian surpasses him.”

She's just too outstanding. My siblings and I will probably worry about her in the future. What if she can't get married and ends up alone...?

boom!

A beam of purple light suddenly struck Leon on the back.

Adrian casually snapped his fingers, and a tornado swept Leon into the air, making him spin wildly.

"Sis, I was wrong... I'll never do it again, please put me down..."

Adrian ignored the pleas for mercy and casually inquired about the history of the Quidditch World Cup from Arthur.

“I saw it.” Aaron shrugged. “I dare say even the professors at Hogwarts might not be her match.”

Gulu!

The group swallowed hard; if they weren't good enough, they really couldn't afford to pursue a girl like that.

“Um…” Harry chuckled, looking at Leon, who was practically rolling his eyes in mid-air, “Is this really appropriate?”

"Don't worry, it's nothing serious." Aaron seemed used to this. "This isn't the first time. My sister actually has a pretty good personality; it's just that some people are a bit sarcastic."

If he had learned from me, he wouldn't have gotten beaten up so many times.

Harry opened his mouth, but then he couldn't say anything when he thought about how he had put Aunt Maggie in the air like a balloon last year.

"Excuse me, is Weasley here?"

A middle-aged man's voice came from outside the tent, sounding particularly excited.

“It seems to be Ludo Bagman,” Arthur said with an embarrassed smile. “He’s the director of the Department of Magical Sports, so he must be here to see me.”

Adrian pondered for a moment, then snapped his fingers and placed Leon on the sofa.

"Uncle Genes, please let him in!"

"Yes."

call!

Lyon took several deep breaths before he could barely catch his breath.

He gave Aaron a resentful look, as if to say, "What happened to our agreement to stand together through thick and thin?"

Aaron shrugged. He had only himself to blame. Who could he blame but himself for not being able to control his mouth?

Chapter 341 Whether you can win or not isn't important; whether you place your bet is.

Ludo Bagman was a large man, dressed in a yellow and black robe, and his overweight figure made him look about the size of a wasp.

After entering the tent, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and the excited expression on his face subsided somewhat.

There are thousands of tents on site, all kinds of shapes and sizes, but very few are as fully functional as these.

However, he didn't care too much. After all, he was now the Director of the Department of Sports and Physical Education at the Ministry of Magic. He wasn't exactly powerful, but his position was unshakeable during the Quidditch World Cup.

“Arthur, old friend,” Bagman said with a broad smile, “your son Percy said you’re here.”

“He currently works at the Ministry of Magic,” Arthur said with some pride, then introduced Harry, Hermione, and his own children to him, since Ludo had helped him get their tickets.

He introduced Aaron and the others one by one, mentioning that the tent belonged to them, implying that Bagman was not in a position to discuss serious matters here.

"Gentlemen, would you like to place a bet on the match?"

Aaron shook his head. He didn't know much about the Quidditch World Cup. Betting... was it a gamble?

“I still stand by my original opinion, but I’m not interested in gambling,” Lyon said.

Adrian ignored him completely and silently organized the information he had obtained about the Quidditch World Cup.

"Uncle Genes, could you please get me an owl? I need to send a letter home."

"Okay, I'll go get ready."

"Looks like nobody's interested!" Bagman said, somewhat disappointed.

Arthur hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll bet one Galleon on Ireland to win."

"One... is fine too."

Bagman's lips twitched. When others placed bets with him, the minimum was double digits of Gallon, and the maximum was half of their entire fortune.