Although the first match will not be played until tomorrow night, there are still many other things to see at the Quidditch World Cup.

For example, the mascots of various countries.

However, William and Hermione had no intention of hanging out.

Instead, he hid in his room and discussed making potions for Bertha.

Seeing this, Neville was stunned.

said you were going to have fun, but the two of you secretly started making up classes behind your back?

Is this the happy summer vacation life of a top student?

Neville hesitated.

If you go out to play, you will feel a sense of guilt inexplicably. The top student next door is better than you, even if he is better than you, he works harder than you...... Are you too embarrassed to hang out?

Don't go, it's obviously summer vacation, or the World Cup scene. A quadrennial opportunity, but studying here?

The most important thing is that Neville's brain starts to hurt as soon as he touches the book and learns.

He was sick, and when he started his first grade, he suddenly fell ill with this terminal illness. His grandmother traveled all over the mountains and visited famous doctors, but she was not cured.

The other subjects are still within the range, but this Potions ...... Every time he looked at the cover of a textbook, Neville felt like he had fallen under the Imperius curse.

Professor Snape's buzz was all over my ears, and there was the illusion that the professor was still smiling and smiling......

Professor Snape's lethality is so terrifying!

Alas, it was time to go out and kick Professor Snape's shadow out of his head.

But as William pulled out the gill sac grass...... and a series of herbs with a Mediterranean flavor, Neville instantly refreshed.

If you want to say this, then I'm not sleepy!

Neville's herbalism was the best of all his subjects.

Even Professor Sprout was full of praise, believing that the biggest mistake of the Sorting Hat was to assign a herb genius to a place like Gryffindor.

In her opinion, the stupid lions are a group of people with ADHD, who can't afford to cultivate precious herbs.

Atmosphere is important,

That's why Neville should be in Hufflepuff!

This statement is debatable, at least McGonagall will not agree with it. But at the sight of the herbs, Neville was indeed in good spirits.

My waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and I am energetic in studying.

He borrowed some herbs and immediately went back to his room to study them.

With this thing, who still watches the game!

At Christmas, Professor Sprout gave him a Devil's Web as a gift.

He played around all night and developed more than a dozen new ways to use it.

With gill sac grass, it's not up to the sky!

William and Hermione discussed the plan for an afternoon, and it was close to evening that the boiling process was designed.

They didn't wait for Nicol to come, nor did they wait for the three little ones...... Instead, a house-elf came.

It was a surprisingly small fellow, with a tea towel around his body, like he was wearing a loose robe.

"Mr. Crouch invited us both?" William took a sip of tea and moistened his dry throat.

He glanced at it, then handed the letter to Hermione.

Crouch's letter was written very formally, and in his capacity as director of the Department of International Cooperation and Exchange, he invited the two men to meet.

also sent house-elves, which made it difficult for William to refuse.

The reason why William didn't want to go was simple, the Goblet of Fire couldn't be handed over to the Ministry of Magic for the time being.

He hadn't checked Nicol yet.

Besides, this kind of thing is placed in someone else's place, and William is not at ease at all.

"Yes, Mr. Stark." The little one looked up, revealing a pair of huge brown eyes.

"The master has explained, please make sure you two go, he has important things to discuss."

The house-elf named Twinkle bowed deeply, and the expression on her face looked very awe-inspiring to the two of them.

William's brow furrowed...... The important thing? Doesn't sound like Triwizard Tournament and Goblet of Fire.

"Let's go, Hermione."

He nodded, and Hermione followed suit.

In the evening, the campers on the grounds have already begun to get busy.

There are people coming and going, many people are cooking on the fire, and there are long queues to fetch water.

Obviously, a magic spell can be easily solved, but these people come to experience Muggle life.

Passing by a pyramid tent, a little boy about five years old squatted outside the big tent.

He had a wand in his hand and happily poked the tent.

This is clearly stealing from parents.

Then, suddenly, the tent was set on fire, and the flames spread, and two unclothed young witches ran out of it.

William's eyes widened. This kind of bear child should be ...... Send to college.

It's so smart.

He also wanted to step forward to help up close, but was glared at by Hermione, so he had to quickly divert his gaze.

After walking a little further, there were two little wizards, also only seven or eight years old, riding on two toy broomsticks, flying low.

They then crashed into Malfoy's newly erected tent. Only a thud was heard, and the tent collapsed again.

Malfoy was looking for his favorite peacock, and when Goyle reminded him, he turned around to find that his tent had collapsed again.

He was furious, and was trying to teach the two bear children a lesson, when out of nowhere, more than a dozen black men, each more than two meters tall.

They skillfully lay down beside the tent, saying that they had been smashed, and touched Malfoy.

"Twilight, do you know some house-elves who don't have a job?"

As she walked along the way, Hermione began to work hard again to improve the working environment of the house-elves.

"No, the elves I know have all been hired by your shop." Twinkle shrieked.

"You know us?" Hermione's eyebrows raised.

"Yes, I know Dobby, Miss Granger! Dobi talks about the two of you all day long, about the courier store, about how many orders he delivers, how much money he makes. ”

"Really?" Hermione laughed, "Sounds like he's happy." ”

"Dobby is very happy, but ......," said Twinkle, shaking her head, "Miss, to say something disrespectful to you, I am afraid that it will not do him any good if you do this." ”

"Why?" Hermione asked, surprised, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Dobby thinks about making money all day long." Twinkle said sadly, "Thinking about taking that money and buying clothes for yourself."

If he does this, he will not be able to find a job in the future, miss. ”

"But it's already getting a job." Hermione said seriously. "We gave him one."

"That's because you are kind and pity it, but sooner or later you can't afford to pay it, and it will be on the streets again without a job." Twinkle said.

"As long as Dobby works, we can create value, we will make more money, and we will not be unable to support him." Hermione said.

William shrugged.

Hermione talks to a house-elf of the wizarding world, talking about "labor", "value", "surplus value...... Can she understand?

Twinkle apparently thinks that their labor has no value, and that William and Hermione are giving it away for nothing.

Soon, they came to a gray tent. This tent, which strictly follows the rules and has almost no decorations, looks exactly like a Muggle tent.

Upon entering the tent, there was a large room with a desk in the middle.

Crouch is working on the file.

He stood up and motioned for the two of them to sit down on the couch.

At this point, Sparkle brought in the refreshments and placed them on the table next to the fireplace.

"It's a great honor to meet you both." Crouch said.

"Thank you very much for hosting us." William said

"Mr. Stark, I invite you here today because I have an important matter to discuss with you."

"If it's about the Goblet of Fire...... William said softly, "Mr. Crouch, that cup is now at Dumbledore's, and I guess I'll have to wait for him to come back." ”

"Not that...... Crouch hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to talk to you about ...... Bertha. ”

Hermione raised her eyebrows curiously, her eyes wide. "Bertha?"

"Yes." Crouch's eyes suddenly became stern.

"You were the first to discover Bertha, I want to know...... Why did you suddenly go to Albania when you were in Venice? ”

William was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled.

"Mr. Crouch, I can think...... Are you interrogating both of us? ”

"Where are we going, we need to ...... to you Is this director of the International Exchange Division reporting? ”

"You don't really need to report to me where you go, but ......" Crouch pulled out a piece of paper from a pile of papers.

"This is a letter addressed to me by the Director of the Department of International Exchanges of Albania.

He said...... The two of you are illegally smuggling into Albania and are suspected of burning a large area of forest.

And, not far away, at the Prancing Horse Inn, many wizards died.

This has risen to a diplomatic crisis, and it has to do with me. I also have the right to investigate. ”

William just glanced at it and said disdainfully, "Is there any evidence?" ”

"Many Aurors have seen your ......"

"Mr. Crouch!" William interrupted unceremoniously, "I thought you would be smarter."

I can find out as many people as you want. ”

"Moreover, I also have evidence that we did not go to Albania at all."

"What evidence?" Crouch's eyebrows raised.

"Mr. Hewen, Minister of Magic of Italy, who can testify to us, that after leaving Italy, we went straight to France.

The director of the French Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department can also prove to us that Hermione and I went straight to Paris with a portkey, and then stayed at his house.

The testimony of these two men...... And what you call an Albanian Auror...... Is it enough? ”

"Sir, we didn't go to Albania at all, it was a French wizard who found Bertha and sent it to France.

We took her back to England by the way!

That's the whole thing, there is no such thing as smuggling, and nothing destroys the forest!

We...... It's innocent! ”

Crouch leaned back, and he looked deeply at William.

He was silent.

……

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Crying chirping.

Morning exams. Uncomfortable, the teacher thought that he was 60 passing, and during the exam, he chatted with another teacher, only to find out that it was 75 passing, but his question was 60 passing, and it was difficult later!

It's gone, and now it's all about strangling him.

Thanks to the "Pure Sad Wind" boss for the reward. ）