A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 533 Quidditch World Cup!

As a quadrennial Quidditch World Cup, it will undoubtedly be an unmissable wizarding extravaganza.

The stadium's capacity was exactly 100,000 people.

To put it simply, "With a single order from the minister, 100,000 wizards rushed to the scene..." would be quite apt!

Indeed, apart from the Quidditch World Cup, there are no other events in the wizarding world with such a large-scale gathering of wizards.

This is a wizard's carnival!!

Therefore, the British Ministry of Magic mobilized all its resources to build the luxurious arena.

Therefore, they even abandoned the pursuit of Black, the notorious Black King's successor and a Death Eater, leaving the Dementors to hunt him down.

Taking the civil service exam is a dead end; I'll still be a civil engineer in my next life!

The magical world has proven me right!

Such a grand display naturally attracted a lot of attention.

Wizards all over the world with free time will come to watch this World Cup, even if they have to buy tickets from scalpers at high prices.

A truly grand and international event!

But there are countless wizards who want to cause trouble in secret.

With 100,000 people gathered together, it would be a waste not to cause some trouble for this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If a nuclear bomb were dropped at this moment, the entire magical world would probably collapse.

But the British Ministry of Magic was prepared.

More than half of the Aurors are concentrated here. The security level has also been raised to its highest level in history.

Fudge will not allow any country, region, or dark wizard to disrupt the British Ministry of Magic's political show.

He wants to show off his skills, flaunt his wealth, and act like a masochist in order to stay in the ministerial position for another ten years!

Besides consolidating his ministerial position, Fauci hosted the World Cup for three other important reasons:

Galon! Galon! It's still the damn Galon!

Malfoy is a slow and inefficient man, and now he's more cautious. Extorting him every time is such a waste of money.

Fudge is aiming to make a killing by selling football tickets, while also covering World Cup betting fees and taxes...

It can also boost tourism and drive local economic growth!

Isn't it worth gambling with the fate of the nation?!

It was totally worth it!

As long as the competition proceeds smoothly without any unexpected incidents or unforeseen circumstances like those in Paris and Venice, Fudge would rather his... personal secretary live ten years less!

That's how devout they are.

With so many people coming to the UK to watch the games, transportation is also a big problem.

Arrival times must be staggered; those with cheaper tickets need to arrive several weeks in advance.

The Ministry of Magic also consulted with the Muggle government in advance to reserve some buses and subways for wizards to use exclusively.

Port keys are also an important means of transportation; the Ministry of Magic has deployed nearly two hundred port keys throughout the UK alone.

But this is also very inconvenient. Because in order to prevent Muggles from getting hold of the key, the key has to be activated either in the middle of the night or early morning, there is no normal time at all.

William will definitely choose Phantom Manifestation, as it's convenient and quick.

He apparated with Hermione and Neville to the designated location.

The surrounding area resembled a large, desolate, misty swamp.

These mists contain various protective spells and Muggle-repelling charms to prevent Muggles from getting close.

All around, there were still the sounds of puffing and popping from the apparitions, their faces beaming with excitement.

Not far away stood two exhausted wizards with gloomy faces.

They were registering wizards with a thick roll of parchment and a quill pen.

Both of them dressed as Muggles, but they were completely inept at it.

One of the men was wearing a tweed suit jacket on the upper body, but on the lower body he was wearing a pair of high-top rubber overshoes that reached his thighs;

His colleague was wearing a Scottish Highland pleated kilt and a South American cape.

Why are you wearing clothes that make your breasts look so small?

So sexy!

Seeing that the number of wizards was increasing, William quickly went to register.

Ministry of Magic officials failed to notice his illegal Apparition.

With people coming and going all around, they were clearly short-handed and struggling to keep up with the workload.

However, the registration of names still caused quite a disturbance.

The male wizard in the pleated skirt shouted, and a large number of wizards gathered around to watch.

William and Hermione were already experienced and easily slipped away from the crowd. However, they were stopped again after walking only a few hundred meters.

"Stark, you Apparated without obtaining the necessary certification."

Furthermore, minors are not allowed to practice magic outside of school… For both offenses combined, in the name of the Auror Office, I hereby fine you 10,000 Galleons and a day trip to Azkaban.”

William rolled his eyes, turned around, and sure enough, it was... Tonks.

Tonks was wearing a blue trench coat, and her hair color had changed again, turning pink, making her look like a delicious cotton candy.

"Don't say my words are useless, I'm a full-fledged Auror now."

Tonks pulled out an Auror Certificate and waved it triumphantly.

"Oh, you've finally become a full-fledged Auror? Only four years...?" William paused, then quipped, "Just four years!"

He emphasized the last few words.

Tonks snorted, "Although I've used it for a long time, my foundation is solid."

Besides, I did a great job capturing Blake last time, single-handedly fighting off dozens of dark wizards.

With this achievement, I'll become the captain's witch sooner or later... Hah, you're laughing again!

She said angrily, "Hermione, you're laughing at me too!"

"No," Hermione said, covering her mouth. "I was just thinking about something happy."

Tonks snorted and pointed at William, saying, "Come to my tent at midnight tonight."

William looked completely bewildered.

Sister, we may be good friends, but please don't say things carelessly, especially be mindful of the occasion.

Don't use such a self-destructive, high-risk method to harm others!

Going to your tent in the middle of the night... Didn't you see that even the usually honest Neville misunderstood?

Tonks realized his words were somewhat ambiguous and quickly said, "Don't misunderstand, it's about getting more money. I have to work the night shift until midnight."

Tonks is William's second-in-command, but due to his apprenticeship, his salary has always been low.

Now that she's officially a full-fledged employee, she wants to rise in rank!

William didn't pay much attention to this trivial matter, and asked in confusion:

"How did you know I was here... Don't say it was a coincidence, you were clearly waiting here on purpose."

"The portkeys you used in Paris were provided by the British Ministry of Magic," Tonks explained.

"Of course we can detect that you two have returned to China."

"When you return to England, you'll surely come to see Quidditch, so Minister Fudge sent me here to keep watch."

"If you are found, notify him. I have already notified him through my guardian spirit."

"Minister Fudge is looking for us?" William frowned.

Could it be about Albania? They contacted Fudge so quickly?

"I don't know what happened either," Tang Ke said, shrugging.

"By the way, with such a big incident in Venice, are you two alright?"

Hermione shook her head and chuckled softly, "We're fine."

"That's good... Oh dear, the minister's here, I'll be going now. Come see me tonight! Don't forget!"

Tonks gave the order and Apparated away.

"Haha, William, Hermione...long time no see!"

Minister Fouché began waving from afar. He was wearing a purple cloak and holding a green bowler hat.

He was followed by a group of officials, who appeared to have just inspected the camp.

Fuji walked over quickly, smiling broadly, like a kind elder.

There was no hug this time. It seems that the incident with the compound decoction made him realize how he lost his hair.

"I've finally waited for you all. I just spoke with Italian Minister of Magic Hevin through the fireplace yesterday."

He shouted:

"In short, well done, Italian medal, saved Venice... really made me proud."

I've disliked those Italians for a long time.

Fudge first offered some compliments, and then, over the next few minutes, introduced the Ministry of Magic officials behind him.

The wizards all looked at the two of them with curiosity.

William had seen many wizards, but it was at the Merlin Medal award ceremony a few years ago.

Accompanied by Minister Fudge, William and Hermione walked along the road toward the camp as if they were on a state tour.

Along the way, wizards watched them, standing at the tent entrances, pointing and whispering among themselves.

William realized that Fudge was using him and Hermione as propaganda tools.

That's normal; they just saved Venice and are currently riding high.

In the face of so many wizards from different countries, this is a card that's incredibly powerful to play.

William gave a perfunctory reply as the group of people walked between the two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents look unremarkable; clearly, their owners have put in effort to make them look as similar as possible to Muggle tents.

However, some people, without careful consideration, go too far, adding unnecessary details such as chimneys, pull bells, or weather vanes, resulting in something that looks neither fish nor fowl.

In the center of the camp, one tent stood out. It used a great deal of striped silk, making it look like a small palace.

Several live peacocks were tied up at the entrance, strutting around arrogantly.

William thought that these peacocks wouldn't live more than three days before they were stolen and eaten.

"Oh, it's Lucius's tent. He's as flamboyant as ever."

Fudge gazed at the plump peacocks, licked his lips, and seemed lost in thought.

Just then, a commotion came from inside the tent. An animal, seven or eight meters long, crashed through the tent and flew straight out.

—Bird snake!

On its head rode a Niffler, adorned with jewelry and Galleons.

William and Hermione exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

This odd couple... why do they look so familiar?

The Niffler spotted William and Hermione and started squeaking excitedly.

It leaped up, seemingly preparing to run this way, but the bird-snake extended its tongue, curled it into its mouth, and then instantly shrank.

Vanished without a trace.

Before anyone could react to what had happened... there was another snap.

The entire tent... collapsed!

Instantly, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

William sighed.

He's here.

he came!

He came carrying his suitcase!

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