With a new batch of portkeys coming out, Alan and the others are going back to their respective homes.

Although the source of this batch of door keys is very problematic and most likely illegal products, everyone has a tacit understanding that they do not mention anything about it - if they all follow the rules, they may not be able to complete all the tasks, Britain, the United States, Brazil, in addition to the powerful door keys, so many people must not be exhausted to death?

As for the rewards of the mission, it's none of Alan's business - he can't lose it anyway, not to mention the compensation from Dumbledore's side, a generous person like Sirius would never be stingy with a little gold or something.

Although Alan was still very interested in Sirius's gossip, drowsiness had clearly overcome his curiosity - a fight in the middle of the night had seriously ruined Alan's good holiday routine, and he was already in a situation of upper and lower eyelid fights.

As for Annie, she was simply hanging on him at the moment, and she couldn't see that she was sleepy, but it was Harry's classmates, who were still looking at the returning people with a worried face when they returned, but they were perfunctory by the words that you are still young - until Alan and they entered the Sirius family's guest room, Harry still tried to distinguish the problem with an expression that I was already an adult.

Unfortunately, everyone was too sleepy, and Alan didn't have the heart to pour him chicken soup - after lying down, he closed his eyes and opened it the next morning.

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After greeting everyone with dark circles under their eyes, Alan and Anne sat down at the table and enjoyed brunch straight away - I have to admit that Sirius's cooking skills were quite acceptable.

In the chatter at the dinner table, Sirius magically took out a series of documents such as visas, passports, and entry permits to the wizarding world, and then told him that he had all completed the procedures for traveling to the United States, and that there was no need for Alan to worry about accommodation and food, as long as he was ready to travel.

Well-that's right, from the wizarding world to the Muggle world, everything is done, and the food and accommodation are all-inclusive, which is the foundation of the Black family as a magical noble, although most of it is consumed, but it still makes Alan envious.

Travel is not an excuse, but something real - yesterday's mission is a mission, and the next trip is a trip.

The only thing Alan could do was to thank Mr. Sirius for not saying anything like taking Harry on a wedding trip when he was on a mission yesterday, and then he readily agreed.

——

Half a month later, British customs.

A bewildered Alan returned with Sirius with a bunch of boxes - his pocket was not an infinite tool after all, and after getting a giant Ragdoll bear bigger than him and a bunch of things, the magic could not be carried and could only be solved with the box.

It was a perfect trip, and it would have been perfect if Comrade Sirius hadn't arranged as much shopping - even if he had tried to make up for the money Alan had turned down.

Actually, to be precise, the cost of this trip was not very much, not to mention the many things that Anne bought, but none of them were expensive, they were all scattered knick-knacks, and as for the largest Ragdoll bear, it was Allen himself who died—he looked at Anne's envious look, and after a dart shot, he took the treasure of the town store with the shopkeeper's painful look.

Although it was only a five-dollar trial price, although after taking it away, Alan was obscured by this giant ragdoll bear for a whole day, although Alan regretted it after holding it for less than half an hour, but Alan still had no intention of putting it down.

As for food and accommodation, Sirius definitely didn't save money, there was no shortage of things to play, and even shopping was forced by Allen to change to his own checkout.

Well, the pit man is the pit man, he is the kind who is absolutely disciplined, and he doesn't make a name for himself.

Anyway, everyone had a great time, and shortly after the trip, Alan was finally informed of the previous incident in a follow-up letter from Sirius.

The gang had undoubtedly been wiped clean, and most of the documents and materials had been analyzed to reveal that the other party had conducted countless experiments in the dark arts - of course, most importantly, after analysis, the Aurors found that a large sum of money was missing, and the flow of funds undoubtedly pointed to the people who could contact the newly acquired gold Galleons.

In the letter, Sirius said: "I can't believe that what the other party said is actually true, and the reason why they are taking such a big risk is just for money!"

"The evil black magic experiments, the vicious illegal drug trafficking, the despicable extortion, and even the unforgivable Yin corpse making are all for the money—we have to suspect that the person who was involved with me before is telling the truth, they really are doing anything for Garon. ”

Well, even Alan himself doesn't know that it's all a not-so-beautiful misunderstanding.

In fact, the gang's contact mark is that Garon is entirely due to the fact that the hapless boy named Louis was too poor in his childhood and saw the biggest currency he saw was only Sico, the man he was in contact with who poured the money for him, and it was nothing more than a complete and unwarranted disaster.

"We're putting pressure on the Brazilian side to investigate their ability to influence the Ministry of Magic – a small price to pay, but I personally think that's a good thing. Sirius was pretending to be a fool behind the scenes, with no intention of telling the story completely.

However, at the end of the letter, he finally mentioned something that made Alan very happy.

This year's Quidditch World Cup is going to take place – and the Black family has a big investment in the organizers, so they have a fixed spot.

Therefore, Allen can go to the ticket this year, and it is still a top ticket.

And, as always, Sirius contracted lodging and food, and so on—and So, Eren and the others set out on their journey to Harry's neighborhood again.

It's still the same, the only difference is that Sirius's housewife business is becoming more and more proficient, although he is very curious about the fence wall in the United States, but Alan looks at Harry at the moment and still holds back his curiosity.

As for Harry, if he were to interview Dali, he would probably be full of complaints, "My cousin, such an older cousin, disappeared all at once... ”

This wasn't a joke, Harry now eats and lives almost always here in Sirius, and it's impossible to contact his aunt when he goes to school - even though it's his only closest blood relative, Alan still thinks it's better for Harry to be like this now.

To Allen's surprise, he met someone he hadn't expected to meet here - Hermione, who had barely been in touch all summer.

After seeing Alan, she was obviously surprised, but after a brief hello, she chatted with Annie, completely ignoring Alan - no way, this is the sequelae of Allen's efforts last semester.

The consequence of not flirting with a girl is not just that the friendliness does not increase, but that it will make it very embarrassing for everyone to meet - like now.

Looking at Hermione, who was chatting happily with Annie, Alan suddenly wanted to give Harry a wave of extracurricular tutoring - but unfortunately, during the summer vacation, all minors were not allowed to release magic, so his depressed breath could not be released at all...

Just when he was bored enough to talk to Harry, there was a knock on the door of the house, and Harry got up to open it, and then stayed there directly.

What's the situation?

Alan tilted his head and looked over - to Harry's surprise, it shouldn't be a small deal at the moment.

As he turned his head, a short figure appeared in view, a short, fairy dressed in what looked like a child's uniform, with a gentle expression and a well-trained look.

Just when Alan was wondering what the goblins were doing here, the goblin spoke in a singing tone, "Excuse me, is this the residence of Mr. Sirius Black, the current patriarch of the Black family?"

At this moment, Sirius, who was still busy inside, ran out wearing a pink apron, and his hand was quickly cleaned with his wand, and he stepped forward a few steps, and the goblin saluted in his strange tone and said: "As we told you in advance, this is your portkey to the scene this time, it will be activated in three hours, and we have arranged your station, you just need to leave for it- If you need anything else, please use the owl to bring us a letter, your needs are our highest goal. ”

Bowing again, the elf left Sirius' home with the apparition.

And the box, which had been sealed with magic, was placed on the table by Sirius, and after a few spells, a series of things were all revealed in the box - well, the kind of top-notch service that didn't need to be worried about at all.

"The game is tomorrow – they have already got a tent or something, but we still have to get there early, and I thought it would be great to have a barbecue or something at the camp over there, so I asked them to bring their tickets in advance. Sirius said as he packed up the contents of the box.

。。。

Alan was silent, because as far as he knew, in order not to let too many portkeys work or wizard gatherings affect Muggle society, the cheaper the ticket had to be there earlier, and the earliest had to go there a month before camping...

It's good to be rich.

It was easy for everyone to pack their things - as the time came, several of them pointed to the corner of the portkey, and then after that vertigo, they came to a completely unfamiliar place.

It was a room made of magic, and all the unscientific structures convinced Allen, and he stepped on a soft thing on the ground at the moment—he didn't have time to look closely, he reached Anne with one hand, but he was empty.

Probably due to the fact that the distance was much shorter, the after-effects of the teleportation were not so strong, and Anne not only stood firmly, but also grabbed Hermione, who was unsteady, and Harry was picked up by Sirius.

"The Black family!" a shrill voice shouted—a house-elf.

It quickly put away the mat that Eren had stepped on after saluting, and quickly replaced it with a new one, and took the used portkey from Sirius.

"Mr. Black, your camp is nearby, sorry there aren't enough staff to serve you. The elf made a look of shame as he spoke, and even felt the urge to punish himself.

"It doesn't matter, we'll go by ourselves, soon. Harry said as he put his fallen eye on and led the way outside.

So, as soon as he got out of the tent door, the kid was stupid - he had never been to the Quidditch World Cup and had far underestimated the prosperity of the place.

"Alright, let's go-" Sirius stepped forward a few steps and put one hand around Harry's shoulder, not only did he not feel like a godfather and godson, but instead gave the illusion of a good friend in the same dormitory: "It's there every year, I can walk over with my eyes closed!"

In fact, the elf was right, it was very close, and it was luxurious.

Since it was already afternoon, the whole camp was bustling with activity—after simply putting down their luggage and something, Sirius led them out of the camp.

In Sirius's joking words - "If that area were to be used for a wide range of lethal magic, probably a third less pure-blood in the British wizarding world, which is still the most conservative estimate." ”

While no one had been there, Sirius began to introduce the camp to everyone with great interest - "Every year is like this, the Ministry of Magic will be busy for this competition for a whole year, but it will be worth it, because it is only once every four years, I remember James and I watched it together-"

The words stopped abruptly, and Sirius's face darkened and changed the subject, and began to popularize the knowledge of wizards from various countries - adult wizards and school students are completely different concepts, especially Harry is well protected by Dumbledore, and his knowledge in this area is even more lacking.

Due to the fact that they came relatively late, the sky barely took a few steps before it was faintly dark - at this moment, the Ministry of Magic simply gave up all magical restrictions and just let people get high, Muggles would just treat these things as fireworks anyway...

In the midst of the various spells that decorate the tent, Harry meets Ron, who mysteriously greets his friend and says that he doesn't accept his invitation because he wants to surprise him.

Okay - I thought you two good friends had a fight.

Just as Alan was looking closely, an acquaintance patted him from behind, looking excited.

"Alan, Alan, you're here too - come, let's support Northern Ireland together, it's their logo, you can just go back and decorate your tent. ”

In his hand, a clump of forgiveness-colored clover was jumping, and if it was placed on the tent, it would be covered to the full...

Hehe, Alan is slightly leaking, friends!