Dumbledore? He knows nothing about MC alchemy.

"Do we need to prepare in advance?" Lupin asked.

"Most of the wizards here are adult wizards, and the young wizards also have guardians. As long as they are not weaklings who hold us back, there is no need to prepare in advance." Sirius waved his hand and said.

"That's not the case. You have to know the terrain," Lupin retorted.

"Then I'll fly up on my broomstick and take a look or take a picture?" Sirius suggested.

"Oh, that's wrong. There's no need to go through so much trouble." Kaisen waved his hand.

"What do you have in mind?" they asked.

Kaisen flipped his hand and a rough parchment appeared in his hand. The next moment, the paint suddenly spread out from the center point, almost instantly covering the entire painting, forming a detailed map.

"Fuck!"

Today's Kaisen is warm, please give gifts to your family members

Chapter 242 Box

"Why do I think this thing is cooler than the Marauder's Map? When did you draw this map?" asked Sirius.

"It draws automatically, I don't need to operate it." Kaisen said casually and successfully silenced Lupin and Sirius.

However, the two soon forgot this strange feeling of frustration. After all, being defeated by Kaisen in alchemy was not a problem and was easy to accept.

Several people gathered around the map, each holding a thick pencil and moving it up and down, left and right, making the originally clean map messy.

The last few people put down their pencils, and Kaisen took out a small wine flask to moisten his throat.

Although for wizards who have learned Apparition, knowing the specific location is not very useful, after all, there is no large-scale Apparition restriction...

Kaisen suddenly stopped thinking here. Who said there is no large-scale apparition restriction?

Isn't there one in his office? Although it can't cover the entire camp, when the time comes, he can stand in front of the group of troublemaking Death Eaters with the charged ender pearl and guarantee that he can kill 70% of the enemies in three seconds.

Just as they were studying in the small tent, Mr. Weasley's voice came from outside: "Hey, you three, come out quickly, we're going to the stadium!"

Several people hurried out, and Harry and the other little wizards seemed to have been captured, but they had a lot of things hanging on their bodies, big and small bags.

"Now that we're all here, let's go." Mr. Weasley waved a thick stack of first-class tickets in his hand and headed into the grove.

After walking for a while, they finally saw the light of day and found themselves in front of a huge stadium.

Mr. Weasley and Sirius handed the tickets to the ticket inspector, while Kaisen and the others waited for the ticket checking to be completed. Soon after the ticket checking was completed, they walked towards the box.

After arriving at the box, everyone found their seats. Kaisen curled up on the sofa and took out the eye mask he had just made with wool, and decided to have a good sleep in the Quidditch atmosphere.

Unfortunately, before he could hear the Quidditch background music he had been waiting for, he heard a familiar voice that sounded like a pot-bellied man.

He took off his blindfold in confusion and looked towards the source of the voice, and the owner of the voice, Fudge, happened to see him.

Kaisen felt embarrassed, and the latter shuddered subconsciously.

But soon one of them put on his eye mask again, and the other quickly turned his head to look elsewhere. Then when he turned around, he saw Percy who had been standing there, trying to talk to him but couldn't find the opportunity.

"Oh...I just saw you, Bill! You graduated with good grades, otherwise you wouldn't have become my assistant." Fudge patted Percy's shoulder and said.

"Uh..." Percy's embarrassment lasted only a moment. He immediately readjusted his posture, bent his waist to a suitable arc, and held Fudge's hand with both hands: "Hello, Mr. Minister, I am Percy Weasley."

The Weasley twins, who had been forced to lie on the sofa by Mrs. Weasley, couldn't help but pout after hearing this funny conversation. If it weren't for their mother still watching them covetously, they would have already gone to live in the school dormitory in Bengbu.

On the other hand, Ron was also trying his best to reduce his presence. He had previously given Fudge a small package of super high emotional intelligence. When Fudge asked him where he was from, he didn't tell the truth.

He had originally given himself a thumbs up for his cleverness, but after all his calculations, he still happened to meet this guy on such a good day.

"Um...Hermione and Neville, you two come closer to me." Ron used magic to quietly pull Hermione and Neville's sofa closer to himself. Harry on the other side was a little curious. Just as he was about to walk over to ask, he saw Ron shaking his head frantically at him behind Hermione and winking at him.

Harry looked in the direction of Ron's eyes in confusion, only to see Fudge walking towards him excitedly, and then asking questions like an ordinary parent.

The only flaw was that Fudge's palm was not very warm when he patted his shoulder.

Only then did Harry realize why Ron had just cosplayed his head as a shaking electric toothbrush towards him. Then he looked at Percy, who was standing behind Fudge with his chest and head held high like a knight statue. He wondered how...interesting his old prefect's future career in the Ministry of Magic would be with such a helpful brother.

Soon, when Kaisen had not yet found sleep while wearing the eye mask, there was another commotion. He pulled off one side of the eye mask with a suicidal look on his face, revealing only one eye like a pirate.

Then he saw three familiar figures. In fact, only one of them was familiar, and the other two could only be said to know each other.

The Malfoys, Draco, Lucius and Narcissa.

Sirius pursed his lips. Today was the first time he saw Narcissa, his sister, since he came out of Azkaban. Unfortunately, he really didn't look like a Gryffindor in this respect. He just sat on the sofa with his neck stiff and his head tilted back, looking at Narcissa.

The latter did not have the same inner drama as Sirius. She still held her head high, with a glimmer in her eyes as she walked towards Sirius. Then she saw Kaysen, who was cosplaying as a pirate, with one eye exposed next to Sirius.

The latter had no choice but to take off the hat on his head to show the respect that only belongs to his ally... After all, although his brain is not asleep yet, his body is almost there, and it is already a great honor for him to be able to force himself to take off the hat.

Sirius next to him breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that he thought Narcissa's coming here had nothing to do with him, so it would be easy to deal with a sister who had no feelings for him but was related by blood.

The next moment Narcissa looked at Sirius and said, "You have suffered a lot."

Sirius felt a little strange. After all, such sentimental words should not come from his pure-blood-centered sister... To be frank, even if Kreacher said this to him, it would be logical, but when Narcissa said this to him...

"Glad to see you reborn." After dealing with Fudge, Lucius came over with Draco. He first nodded at Kaisen who was eating melon with one eye open, then looked at Sirius and said simply.

Lucius' words made Sirius feel at peace. After all, as a pure-blood who believed in pure-blood supremacy, it would be weird for him to express emotions in his words.

Chapter 243 Geneva! Money Back!

"Um........."

Strictly speaking, Sirius didn't want to say hello. After all, he really didn't like the Malfoy family and had no feelings for his sister.

But we can't be too strict about everything. For example, although the Malfoy family has not said it openly, they have secretly turned to Dumbledore. This means that the Malfoy family and he can be said to be... allies.

Once you have this relationship, you have to say hello even if you don't want to.

Sirius pursed his lips shyly and nodded.

Lucius watched Sirius remain silent and not trying to be boring, then took his family to their seats.

Kaisen successfully extinguished his craving for melons. He raised his eyelids, put the eye mask back on, and began to sleep again.

Soon, another familiar voice came, Percy praising an official named Barty Crouch, even though Barty Crouch didn't seem to be there...

Kaisen was confused. Strictly speaking, Barty Crouch should be considered Fudge's...political enemy. Although the situation was not serious enough, the previous ministerial dispute or other things between him and Barty Crouch, even Sirius's reversal of the verdict, were all points of friction between the two.

So why was Percy, Fudge's assistant, so loudly praising Barty Crouch? Was he unaware of their relationship? Or was it that no senior at the Ministry had warned him?

unknown...

Kaisen only knew that the opening ceremony for the mascots of the next two countries was very...excited. Several little wizards in the box almost jumped out of the box. They were referring to the little wizards Harry, Narrator, Ron and Draco.

Draco was taught by his father, but the other three were not so lucky. Hermione was there admonishing them: "Can't you be a little more promising? Like Professor Kaysen... Where is Professor Kaysen?" Hermione turned around and looked at Kaysen's sofa halfway through her words.

Kaisen, who was supposed to be sleeping there with an eye mask on, had already disappeared. Then Hermione found Kaisen on the handrail of the box stand, with his butt sticking up and his entire upper body pressed on the handrail to watch the Veela leave.

Lupin and Sirius were also lying there with their butts sticking out, watching. After all, strictly speaking... others like Mr. Weasley, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Malfoy... and Mr. Fudge were all married men, so they naturally couldn't gallop on horseback like the bachelors like Kaysen, and they had to be cautious even when looking at a veela.

Of course, that's not necessarily the case. Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom probably wouldn't do that, and Mr. Malfoy, who is suspected to be henpecked, probably wouldn't dare to do anything out of line either.

But Fudge is the Minister of Magic, a high-ranking official...who knows how much fun he has in the office. Kaisen sneered at this, and couldn't help but make a humming sound before returning to the sofa and curling up again.

After all, everyone loves beauty, and feeling the beauty of the world yourself will contribute to world peace. However, the next show...Irish leprechaun...Irish people should go to sleep.

After all, you need to have enough energy at night to deal with various emergencies.

Well...that's it...that's right!

As the noise on the field became more and more deafening, Kaisen, who was listening to the alternative ambient sound, had no time to sleep at all. He really didn't know how to watch the Quidditch game and couldn't sit still. He stood up and left the box to see if there was any snack for sale. He could directly transform himself into a gourmet and help taste it.

In general, there are still quite a few small vendors in the stadium, and each vendor is in the audience seats, putting handfuls of gold galleons into his pocket.

Kaisen saw a vendor selling grilled sausages and walked over to buy seven sausages for one gold galleon. This was not because he was going to take them back and share them with his friends, but because he wanted to eat all seven sausages by himself.

He leaned on the railing, eating grilled sausages, and looked at the fight between ordinary flies in the sky, feeling confused. In comparison, even the background noise from the surrounding fans was more interesting than the game.

For example, the sausage seller behind him was carrying a little wizard who was about eight or nine years old on his back, whose watery and clear eyes followed the small black dots in the sky one after another.

However, the position in the stands here is not that good. He tilted his head up until his neck was sore, and he could only see half of the game. The other half was various concrete buildings and a large magic screen in the middle of the sky... and of course the back of his head.

Once again, as his favorite player flew behind the big screen with the ball, the little wizard made a resentful sound.

"Hmm~"

Kaisen looked at the little wizard with some amusement: "Can't you see clearly?"

The young wizard pouted and nodded.

"There's a box just up from here. If your father agrees, you can go there and watch. There's an empty seat there," said Kaisen.

"Really?" The young wizard's eyes lit up, and his pouting stopped. Instead, he clung to his father like an octopus and began to "negotiate."

The negotiation quickly concluded with the little wizard's success, and then the little wizard jumped down from behind his father and looked at Kaisen.

"Go straight up, find that box, ask about the seat of a man named Kaisenhis, and sit there." Kaisen said while eating sausage.

"Thank you!" the little wizard said crisply and ran towards the box.

Kaisen shrugged and continued eating the sausage, but he subconsciously tilted his head back and actually didn't understand any of the rules.

That’s not the case, at least I can still understand the score.

For example, the current score is Bulgaria: 10 points, Ireland: 170 points.

But soon, after some unknown reason, Bulgaria suddenly gained 150 points, and then the game was over.

"Oh...a bit fast." Kaisen shrugged. He returned to the box and planned to go back to the camp with Lupin and the others, and then he saw a reporter from the Daily Prophet interviewing there.

One of the reporters quickly spotted Kaisen and immediately put the magic camera in front of him.

"Professor Kesenhis, what do you have to say about the Bulgarian team having the best Seeker this season but failing to win the championship?"

Kaisen shrugged helplessly. What could he say? He didn't even understand the basic rules of Quidditch.

However, he did see the little wizard to whom he had given his seat before. The little wizard was still pouting and nodding, and seemed to be sad because of the Bulgarian team's defeat. However, when the little wizard raised his head and saw him, he still forced a smile.

"uh-huh......"

"Professor Kaisen?" the reporter asked again.

"Oh? I'm just building up my emotions." Kaisen reacted, cleared his throat, and then he took a deep breath.

"Geneva! Refund!"