Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 306 [Quidditch World Cup]

One month no see.

The longing turned into an endless source of motivation and broke out again today.

After some lingering.

It was completely dark outside the window.

Penelope looked dazed and doubtful about her life. She snuggled in Yang An's arms, not saying a word.

The house, which had been filled with the symphony, finally fell silent.

It looks a bit spoiled.

Penelope felt that it had been a month since they last met.

Yang An was like a tireless machine, which even made her a little scared.

"Sorry honey."

When her empty mind regained its sanity, Penelope apologized, raised her beautiful face and said to Yang An.

Now, Yang An, a junior who is a few years younger than her, has conquered her in all aspects.

Body and mind.

Yang An smiled.

Where is this?

"I should be the one saying sorry. Was I a little rude?"

Hearing this, Penelope's blue eyes showed some shyness, "No, I like it very much."

The more strong-willed a woman is, the more she desires someone to completely conquer her body and mind.

Not surprisingly, Penelope was gradually falling, and getting deeper and deeper.

It’s because the man in front of me is so charismatic.

In comparison, Penelope felt that her classmates who graduated with her seemed so mediocre.

"Should we go out for a walk?" Yang An reached out and picked up the shirt, asking softly.

But when Penelope wanted to get up, a hint of pain appeared in her brows.

"Sorry." Yang An said.

"It's okay, I'll try to adapt."

Penelope said openly, with a cunning look in her eyes. She kicked the blanket away, revealing her long and smooth legs, and pressed them against Yang An's chest.

Penelope rested her head on the soft pillow, a hint of amusement on the corner of her mouth.

Her small and delicate toes, like jade beads, were slightly bent and relaxed.

"But this time it is my Highness' turn to serve me." Penelope said innocently, "I have no strength left."

Yang An raised an eyebrow, "Oh? But I think there is still time, okay."

"No!"

Hearing this, Penelope panicked a little, and quickly pulled her delicate jade feet out of Yang An's hands and stood up.

"If that happens, we'll miss the World Cup, and I don't want to miss the Quidditch World Cup Final."

After saying that, Penelope fled away.

Excuses are all excuses.

How could Yang An not know that Penelope suddenly liked Quidditch so much, but he didn't expose Penelope's excuse.

Looking at this famous beauty of Hogwarts, she walked into the bathroom with her swaying waist.

Yang An smiled. Those yellow-haired girls of the same grade were not as good as the senior schoolmate.

However, if I want to completely convince the senior and take full control of the initiative, I still have to put in a little more effort.

Yang An stood up without any movement, and a set of clean and tidy casual clothes naturally appeared on his body.

He walked to the coffee table in the living room, found a bottle of gin and poured it into the glass.

Picking up the wine glass, the cold current flowed along Yang An's palm and formed a layer of frost on the outside of the glass.

Magic is indeed very convenient.

Yang An's eyes became deep. Cultivating a force that was completely loyal to him had always been his goal.

It is better to ask for yourself than for others.

He would reveal some of his secrets to Penelope because he was optimistic about this senior who was very smart in school.

She could become Yang An's assistant and follow him wholeheartedly.

Her mixed-race identity is also her advantage.

"There are still two years until Dumbledore dies."

"Once Dumbledore dies, I will be able to control the Ministry of Magic without restraint."

Although Yang An respected Dumbledore, it did not prevent him from hoping that Dumbledore would go to see God as soon as possible, no, to see Merlin.

The Quidditch World Cup is tomorrow.

But given that nothing has gotten better in Diagon Alley.

Yang An and Penelope decided to go to the competition venue early, so they might meet some classmates, Penelope said.

But Yang An felt that her purpose seemed impure.

Tsk, you want to monopolize his woman again, how can you be so greedy.

But Yang An did not refuse, or rather, there was another reason why he agreed to let Penelope go watch a broomstick game together.

"How do we get there?"

After enjoying a luxurious French meal in the hotel, Yang An wiped his mouth and looked across at Penelope, whose cheeks were slightly red due to drinking and whose eyes were almost filled with tears as she looked at him.

"Go? Of course by Apparition." Penelope shook her cheeks and answered subconsciously.

Then my slightly slow brain came up with this idea.
"Oh my God, I forgot that it's not time for you to learn Apparition yet." Penelope chuckled, looking very proud.

Yang An: “.”

Looking at Penelope who looked smug across from him, Yang An narrowed his eyes slightly, hoping that she could stay tough tonight and not beg for mercy.

Penelope also understood what Yang An meant, smiled, and said gently, "I'll take you there, if you believe me."

After saying that, Penelope blinked and said, "Maybe I will have bad intentions and kidnap you, so that I can have you all to myself."

The older Yang An gets, the more approachable and charming he becomes, making it difficult for Penelope to control herself. If all the veela were not female and she had verified that Yang An was a pure tough guy, she would have thought that Yang An was a veela.

"I don't mind either." Yang An said with a smile.

If Penelope really has the power to trap him.

Although Yang An has never experienced the feeling of having his belly button hooked by a door key, it does not prevent him from listing Apparition as the most uncomfortable teleportation experience.

Using rotation to blend into the space, to be honest, which idiot came up with this move?

Yang An felt that he and Penelope were like performing tap dancing, especially since Penelope was not proficient enough in her use of the technique.

In the end, it was Yang An who corrected the trajectory and took over the teleportation magic to ensure that the two arrived at their destination safely.

"Snapped!"

With an explosion in the air.

Before he could see his surroundings clearly, Yang An heard a dull welcome with an accent.

"Arrived at 20:17, welcome to the Quidditch World Cup."

The person who spoke was a bearded man. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit, a dark purple tie, and a funny and outdated black top hat. Yang An almost thought it was the resurrected clown.

"Oh, young couple, if you are willing, you can move aside to avoid being hit by the next wave of people." A short man nearby, dressed in a more alternative way, a Scottish skirt and long boots, kindly reminded them.

"Thank you." Yang An nodded, took Penelope's hand and walked forward. Penelope's face was obviously filled with joy because of Yang An's action.

It can be seen that the place they were teleported to was like a desolate swamp, damp and cold.

Even though Yang An was used to the bad weather in the UK caused by the cold Atlantic Ocean, he couldn't help but frown.

"Please show us your tickets sir or madam."

It seemed very busy here. Not far away next to it was a large box and a crooked table. Behind it sat a staff member who was breathing heavily. He spoke listlessly to the two people who were approaching.

Yang An took a look in the box and saw torn leather boots, broken wine bottles, tattered footballs, etc. These were all worthless things that even scavengers would not take. It seemed that they were the door keys.

"Penelo, Penelo Clearwater," Penelo answered immediately, "Two tickets."

"Okay, Miss Penelope, go a quarter mile straight ahead and you will see a campsite. You may be able to find a place to camp there. Of course, if you need to rent a tent, please find the administrator there."

The staff member of the Ministry of Magic said this, and looked at Yang An curiously for a few more times. Then he seemed to remember something and said, "Wait a minute."

Yang An and Penelope, who were about to leave, stopped.

The staff member stood up and pushed his thick glasses. "You are Mr. Yang, right?"

"It's me." Yang An raised his eyebrows slightly.

The staff member patted his head and smiled friendly, "It's like this. Mr. Malolf specifically told me that if you come to watch the Quidditch game, you can go to Camp C. There are tents and necessities prepared for you in advance."

Yang An recalled that this Malolf seemed to be one of Bock's subordinates. It seemed that Bock had arranged it in advance.

Even though he didn't say whether he would come to the game, he was prepared in advance in case it was needed.

It is indeed Bock's method. This guy is so considerate when serving people. Of course, the people he serves are valuable.

"Thank you." Yang An took an envelope and a map from the other party, which was obviously much clearer than the simple map he received for free.

Penelope didn't say anything, but the heat in her eyes could not be hidden.

After Yang An was guided by the friendly staff, he headed to Camp C.

On the way, Penelope couldn't help herself any longer, "My God, are you so valued, dear?"

This was somewhat beyond her expectations.

"Mr. Bock is always very considerate." Yang An smiled and said as he opened the envelope, "It's to win people's hearts."

Penelope didn't think so. This was because Yang An was valued enough. She was very curious about what advice her boyfriend had given to Mr. Bock that made him pay so much attention to a little kid who was still in the fourth grade.

Penelope leaned over Yang An's shoulder, wanting to see what was in the envelope.

Yang An also showed it generously. After all, it was impossible for Bock to put anything secret in it. The envelope contained a key and several tickets that were obviously more luxurious.

It should be that Bock considered that Yang An might not be alone, or asked him to give it to someone else.

"It seems this is the key to the tent. As for the ticket." Yang An glanced at Penelope.

Penelope immediately put away her two ordinary tickets, which at most had a slightly better view.

Playfully winked at Yang An and smiled, "I wouldn't mind watching the game in better seats either."

at this time.

"Yang!"

A call came with a hint of surprise.

Yang An turned around and found a few people walking towards him not far away.

The one who greeted him was a young girl with a pretty face who would surely be very beautiful when she grew up.

Daphne Greengrass, Yang An had mentioned her before. They were in the same class and she was fascinated by Yang An. She never expected to meet him.

Then the timid little girl next to her should be her younger sister, the future wife of Lucius Malfoy.

The man and woman should be the heads of the Greengrass family. As for the other middle-aged people, perhaps they are relatives?

Yang An couldn't help but sigh that although the flowering period of foreigners is short, they are very beautiful when they bloom.

And it grows very fast.

For example, Daphne Greengrass's sister is only two years younger than her sister, but she still looks like a little girl, while Daphne, well, she is a big girl.

When Penelope saw the other person, her excitement obviously subsided.

Although it is no secret that the two are together, they still keep a certain distance in public to avoid too much gossip.

But this time, looking at the young girl running towards her, with her already considerable figure and a pretty face that could potentially shake her position, Penelope didn't want to give in anymore.

She stretched out her hand and directly held Yang An's arm.

This action made Yang An slightly stunned, but he still let her go.

After all, a husband and wife are bound by love for a hundred days.

"Yang, are you here to watch the game too? Who are you?"

The Greengrasses followed their daughter.

Daphne looked at the two people's arms linked together, feeling very displeased, the arrogance of a pure-blooded noble emerged, and she looked at Penelope coldly.

"My girlfriend, Miss Greengrass, watch your tone."

Although the other party's parents were present, Yang An still spoke coldly. After all, it was a character setting, and the people in the Snake Academy seemed to buy into it.

"Sorry Yang." Daphne immediately said obediently, completely different from the arrogant young lady just now.

Thanks to the fact that Yang An beat up the entire senior college of Snake Academy in one breath, and it was a group fight, he beat up a group of them alone.

So Yang An is very dignified.

In addition, Yang An also beat up all the senior students of Gryffindor, which made him admired by the students of Snake College.

Her parents beside her obviously noticed that their daughter was in awe of Yang An. They looked at the handsome and elegant boy in front of them with curiosity.

Yang An's overly mature appearance and height made it difficult for them to equate Yang An with a fourth-grade student. Instead, he looked more like a seventh-grade student who was about to graduate, or a student who had already graduated.

"Hello, I've heard of your child. My daughter admires you very much. Now it seems that young people are indeed very good." The head of the Greengrass family spoke first, with a hint of pride in his smile, and took off his gloves and stretched out his hand.

“You’re too kind.” Yang An shook hands with the other party, and as soon as their palms touched, a huge amount of magical power was released from the palm of the head of the Greengrass family.

The reason why pure-blood wizards are so proud is that their spellcasting talents are generally stronger, higher, and more stable.

But in the face of the other party's temptation, Yang An remained unmoved, and instead allowed the other party's magic power to enter his body.

But once you're inside him, there's no way out.

There was a look of surprise on the face of the head of the Greengrass family. The magic power that he had poured into Yang An's body seemed to have disappeared, and the connection with him was directly cut off.

This made the head of the Greengrass family, who had originally wanted to teach this young man a lesson because Yang An scolded his daughter in front of him, lose interest.

"You were serving Mr. Burke, as I recall?" Greengrass withdrew his hand imperceptibly.

Mr. Burke, well, it's the same in wizarding society. Only if you do well will you be respected.

"That's right." Yang An nodded.

"If there is a chance, I would like to invite Mr. Bock and of course Mr. Yang to visit my manor. Please don't refuse." Mr. Greengrass made the invitation with a smile.

"Okay, I'll go if I get a chance."

When Daphne said goodbye to Yang An reluctantly, they didn't say a word to Penelope until they left, and didn't even look at her, and ignored her directly.

"Pure-blood pride." Yang An sneered and looked at Penelope who was a little frustrated.

"If that's the case, I won't be able to deal with them. Let's go."

Penelope heard Yang An's comfort and smiled slightly.

The two continued to the camp.

(End of this chapter)