"Let's go, Godfather." Hallie said lightly, "Oh, by the way, you don't necessarily know the way. ”

A red glow flew out of the air and struck Sirius where Sirius had been before.

"Godfather, I think you should be able to see me by now."

"Follow up, don't fall behind, call me if there is a problem with the motorcycle halfway."

As she spoke, Harley shook her head helplessly, as if she was the godmother who was facing her unconscious godson.

Harley's toes tapped the ground lightly, and the broom quickly rose into the air.

Sirius watched Harry's actions and opened his mouth wide. Finally, he punched the motorcycle in anger.

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As a major tournament that takes place only once every four years, the Quidditch World Cup has always attracted the attention of wizards almost all over the world.

And Britain has been preparing for this World Cup for a full year!

In order to build the Quidditch World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic used a full 500 staff members to work for a year to build this magical field that could accommodate 100,000 wizards.

Many Aurors have been drawn for this, so the main force responsible for protecting Hogwarts will be the Dementors.

Only an elite squad of Aurors roamed around the UK, looking for Sirius.

After all, it was Fudge's duty to protect Hogwarts, as long as there were no problems, and the success of the Quidditch World Cup was his political achievement!

Which of these two things is more important has been divided on the scale in Fudge's heart.

It's not easy to get to the area where the tournament is playing, as many foreign wizards are coming.

To this end, the British Ministry of Magic has put a large number of portkeys around the world, and has also set detailed rules for which ticket to buy and when to come.

Of course, if you don't want to use a portkey, apparitions, Muggle vehicles, or just riding a broomstick are allowed.

A large cloud of dust suddenly stirred up in the specially drawn area outside the playing field for the broom to land.

But a gust of wind suddenly appeared, pushing the dust outward, revealing the three people inside.

Hallie and Hermione get off their broomsticks, and Hermione withdraws her hand back from holding Harley to prevent her from falling.

Sirius didn't act immediately, but drew his wand, pointed at the motorcycle, and chanted a spell for a long time.

Finally, Sirius, who had gained nothing, thumped his mount in frustration and muttered to himself:

"What's wrong with this again...... It should be a problem of lack of maintenance...... My magic shouldn't fail......"

Hermione almost laughed out loud as she looked at Sirius's predicament.

Earlier, Harley and Sirius landed directly in front of the gate of Hermione's house, and took advantage of the opportunity of no one to directly lift the illusion spell.

This startled Mrs. Granger, who opened the door and took the letter.

After all, Sirius got up early in the morning because he was so excited that he picked up Harley from the Dursley house at half-past six.

When the two arrived at Granger's house, it was only 6:45 a.m.

As a result, Mrs. Granger, who had just woken up, witnessed the scene of two snowy owls appearing out of thin air in front of her eyes, and almost screamed.

Thankfully, she recognized Harley, and remembered the letter Hermione had received the day before yesterday saying that her best friend was coming to pick her up today to watch the Wizard's Quidditch World Cup match.

The two were welcomed into the room by Mrs. Granger, who stayed for breakfast. Hedwig also rubbed a large plate of nuts.

Originally, Mrs. Granger was worried that Crookshank Mountain would chase Hedwig, but the two pets got along well.

After all, for the last three months of last semester, Hedwig had been in the Gryffindor common room, and she had long been familiar with the common room bully of Crook Hill.

It wasn't until ten o'clock in the morning that Sirius continued on his way with Hallie and Hermione.

Sirius wanted to show off his motorcycle to Hermione, but Hermione refused to sit on it, believing it was unsafe.

"I'd better ride Harley's broomstick, at least a guaranteed broomstick is safer." Hermione blushed and said,

"By the way, Sirius, I suggest you overhaul your motorcycle, his exhaust pipe looks badly old."

"I don't know if this has an effect on the magic motorcycle, but I should still warn you."

As a result, Hermione's words became true, and Sirius's motorcycle began to make a strange noise from the middle of the road, and there were quite a few problems.

This caused Sirius to use all kinds of magic to renew the motorcycle along the way, and barely made it to the Quidditch World Cup.

"Godfather, I would kindly suggest you rebuild this thing, it's probably ...... The style is too old, and there are parts inside that are badly worn. ”

Harley gave advice earnestly, and received a roll of the eyes from Sirius in response.

"No matter, this broken motorcycle will me off sooner or later." Sirius waved his wand in annoyance and sent the motorcycle back home,

"Let's go, let's go register and set up the tent."

Ahead of the trio was a desolate, foggy swamp, and the layers of mist were actually spells that kept the place safe and prevented any Muggles from accidentally breaking in.

Two weary and gloomy sorcerers stood at the forefront, one holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

It can be seen that both of them tried to dress up as Muggles, but neither of them worked very well-

The wizard with the gold watch wears a tweed suit, but on his feet a pair of thigh-length rubber boots.

His colleague, who was holding a parchment and quill, wore only a South American cape and a pleated skirt on the lower half of his body.

"Didn't they take Muggle studies classes?" Hermione said to Hallie in a voice that was almost whispered,

"Even if they haven't taken this course, as long as they go to the streets, they can see a large number of ordinary people and learn how to dress."

Hallie scowled, saying she didn't know anything.

Sirius stepped forward and said, "Good morning, Basil! The weather is nice today, isn't it? ”

"Oh, the weather is nice." Basil tiredly lifted the quill in his hand, "But it would be nice if my mood was as good as the weather." ”

"What's going on?" Sirius asked curiously.

"You'll have to ask the bastard in charge of the shift." Basil snorted, "My schedule with Tegli is terrible. ”

"We are responsible for the registration before the group stage starts, we are also responsible for the registration before the knockout stage starts, and we have to be responsible for the registration until the final in mid-August!"

"We should be glad the tryouts weren't held in the UK, otherwise we would have to register!"

As you can see, Basil and Tagley are full of resentment, and have no thoughts at all other than the tired registration list.

Sirius didn't ask too much, and quickly left after asking Basil about the location of his camp.

There was already another person coming after him, so he wouldn't bother the two poor people.

As the first group to buy tickets and the best seats for them, Sirius's assigned camp was located in the center of the first field.

The trio made their way through the deserted swamp and over a large number of spells.

After getting the exact location and site map of his camp from the Camp One Warden, a Muggle named Roberts, Sirius had no money to ask for a tent and walked straight to the camp.

"We have better tents," Sirius introduced to Hallie and Hermione as he walked.

"The treasure I dug up from the Black House's treasury is absolutely luxurious, and I've changed the color to make it as Gryffindor as possible."

"When I went to Ludo to get my ticket, I heard that Lucius Malfoy's jail-deserving guy was here from the group stage and had a tent that looked like a palace."

"Tut-tut, it's the same as no one, he should be glad that it's not the beginning, I can't ......"

Sirius stopped talking suddenly, and his face fell.

He sighed, "Alas, Jaime they can't watch Quidditch anymore. ”

"There's a bunch of idiots in the Ministry of Magic who can let Peter Pettigrew go."

Harry's face became a little unnatural, and she spoke to comfort Sirius, "It's okay, Godfather, he will be brought to justice eventually!" ”

"Don't comfort me, Harley, I think it's fine." Sirius frowned,

"At least they gave me a chance, a chance to kill this mouse with my own hands."

"Why did he live out his old age in Azkaban? He should have been killed by my own hands, and then go down to atone for Jaime and Lily!" ”

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After finding his camp, Sirius waved his wand and a glamping tent was set up automatically.

The tent is very luxurious from the outside - all over golden red, with various decorations hanging from the outside, and the lion motif.

In particular, the tent was three stories high, just over the one level of the palace-like tent opposite.

"Yes, yes," Sirius admired with satisfaction, "it's just one level higher than Malfoy's, it's perfect." ”

"Let's go, let's go in and have a look, each of you can pick whatever you want."

"I had an appointment with the professors, but Professor Dumbledore is going to Austria for the holidays, and Professor McGonagall won't be there in a few days."

"It's a shame that Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout don't like Quidditch."

"Professor Slughorn got the tickets himself, so he won't come to our tent."

"Professor Dumbledore went to Austria?" Hallie asked subconsciously.

"yes, to Austria." Sirius nodded.

Hallie smacked her mouth, it looked like Professor Dumbledore had gone looking for his old boyfriend again.

If I remember correctly, Grindelwald's Newmengard prison was in Austria.

Tut-tut, lied to himself and said that he was going to France...... There really is him!

As soon as Hallie and Hermione stepped out of the tent after choosing their room, they saw Minister Fudge pulling Sirius and chattering.

You have to ask why Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is here now......

You know, he attaches great importance to this World Cup, after all, the Ministry of Magic has sold a total of 100,000 tickets!

That's not just 100,000 tickets.

When these wizards come here, they have to eat, drink, and enjoy spiritual entertainment.

Ordinary wizards can make a small profit, and the Ministry of Magic can rely on the fees that allow them to make sales...... Earn a fortune!

There are also advertising costs for the World Cup, taxes on goblin-run gambling courts, and all sorts of other miscellaneous expenses.

Not to mention that after this, as long as one percent of wizards stay, they will travel in the British wizarding world......

Isn't the local economy just going up? Isn't the political achievement coming? Won't your own re-election be in hand again?

Fudge had seen Kim Gallon and the minister's re-election grow wings and fly towards him.

What? You say these Golden Galleons are from the Ministry of Magic, not Fudge's?

Minister Fudge firmly stated that he had dedicated his life to the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic was his home!

What's more, he can also be re-elected steadily. Use some of your own property...... Reasonable, right?

Therefore, in Fudge's eyes, the Quidditch World Cup is a fat chicken who desperately produces golden eggs called "Political Achievements" and "Golden Gallons", and he naturally pays 10,000 percent of his attention.

Originally, this work was supposed to be the responsibility of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports.

However, the director of the Department of Magical Sports is Ludo Bagman, and the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is his political rival Barty Crouch.

Needless to say, Ludo Bagman, as a batsman, has played Bludger for half his life, and almost entered Azkaban, giggling every day, which makes people very uneasy.

And Barty Crouch ...... This is his political enemy!

It would be bad if he stumbled himself and deliberately caused damage.

After all, if the Quidditch World Cup is messed up, ordinary wizards will only think that it is their own problem, and the international community will also think that they are incompetent.

Barty Crouch will only take his turn when the Ministry of Magic is liquidated, but it is not certain that he will not be in office at that time.

So Fudge gritted his teeth and pulled out a full five hundred Ministry of Magic staff, and the Aurors escorted him all the way.

There are so many people that Barty Crouch can't do anything.

Fudge also asked the directors of the divisions to take their problematic members on vacation, such as Bertha Joggins of the Department of Magical Sports, who was directly given more than half a year's vacation by Ludo to prevent her from making a moth at a critical time.

After Sirius was rehabilitated, Fudge wanted to simply remove Barty Crouch's hat.

But his secretary, Dolores Umbridge, reminded Fudge that Barty Crouch was an important liaison for two big games, and without him, there was a good chance that there would be problems in those two games.

So Fudge could only watch Barty Crouch find help, and he also borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, only to demote Barty Crouch by one level and become the deputy director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Umbridge, on the other hand, parachuted directly into the past as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Fudge's order to Umbridge is to wait until these two big games are over, and if there is a chance, he will directly get rid of Barty Crouch's officials!

It would be better to find evidence of his corruption or other illegal acts, so that Barty Crouch can live out his old age in Azkaban!

Fudge felt that he was such a good person, and even Barty Crouch's retirement life had been thought out for him.

In this materialistic era, a wizard as kind as himself ...... It's really too little!

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" and "Readers with a tail number of 8590" for their tips!) ）

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