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

Chapter 307 [Palace-like Tent]

The smog in the swamp was heavy at night.

Perhaps feeling the chill, Penelope hugged Yang An's arm tighter.

Feeling the softness through the clothes, Yang An turned his head to glance at the senior.

Penelope tilted her head and said generously, "Your body is warmer, like a blazing furnace. I don't understand. You look nothing like those people your age."

"Why is it different?"

Yang An asked with a smile as the two of them walked on the somewhat muddy country road.

Because so many people walked on it, the path had been trampled to the point that it was no different from the swamp next to it. One step would sink half of your foot into the path.

All I can say is that this is very consistent with wizards, who are clearly capable of doing better, but still maintain the sloppy and weird look of centuries ago.

If this Quidditch World Cup was held in the East, it would be very different.

At least Yang An didn't have to worry about getting mud on his boots.

"I don't know." Penelope just spoke from her heart.

"Appearance?"

Yang An said, pulling Penelope's hand and motioning her to go around the road ahead.

After the two men had gone around, Yang An waved his hand.

"Peng!"

A purple smoke rose up.

"It looks like someone is playing a prank here." Yang An raised his eyebrows. This is a magical danger, but there is no harm, just a prank.

If you just went up, you would probably be scared by the noise and smoke of the explosion.

Penelope frowned her pretty eyebrows and said unhappily, "They must be wizards from other countries. After the last Quidditch World Cup final, the two sides quarreled and it almost turned into a wizard melee!"

Such things are not uncommon in the history of Quidditch, which has lasted for nearly a thousand years.

Yang An shook his head, "I don't think so. It's probably some bored kid using a toy bought in Diagon Alley as a prank."

This prop looks very much like the work of the Weasley twins.

It is worth mentioning that although Yang An was not very popular among Gryffindor students, he had a good relationship with the twins, mainly because Yang An generously funded their research on their respective magic props.

These two brothers are really talented. It would be a shame not to develop their talents. Instead of using them as prank props, it would be better if they could become alchemists.

Many of the existing magic props are antiques from long ago, and it seems that modern wizards do not have much interest in making magic props.

Perhaps it's because we've been at peace for too long.

Yang An was different. Although he earned a lot of gold Galleons, he did not hold on to them or deposit them in Gringotts. Instead, he continued to spend them and funded many industries, even including Luna's father, the so-called contrarian.

What a good name, it's a counter-tune, but the content is just some fabricated fantasy.

Yang An gave Luna's father some suggestions, suggesting that he should go against the Ministry of Magic and dig out all the secrets they were hiding.

Just as Yang An was thinking divergently.

Penelope burst out laughing, "That's right, it's the way you are now that makes me feel you are different."

As she spoke, Penelope turned around and put her hands in the hands of Yang An, letting him steer her like a captain, while she walked backwards.

Penelope's blue eyes stared at the smiling Yang An and said softly.

"You think like an adult. You have the calmness and keen sense of wealth of Slytherin, the wisdom and elegance of Ravenclaw, and the courage and strength of Gryffindor."

"I used to think that you would be bullied or try to get rid of your identity as a Muggle wizard who entered Slytherin, but you have shown that Hufflepuff is tolerant of wizards of different identities."

Yang An smiled. He didn't expect to hear such an aria-like praise from Penelope.

"I'm not that good."

"No, I think in a few years, you might become the student leader of the entire school." Penelope shook her head, denying Yang An's modesty.

She has a very accurate intuition and is very good at judging people.

From the time she met Yang An until now, Penelope believed that she had a certain understanding of this man, no, boy, and was already surprised by it. However, Yang An could continue to bring her more, as if he was a bottomless pit hiding secrets, which aroused Penelope's curiosity about this boy and tempted her to continue exploring.

"You mean the student union president?" Yang An asked casually, pulling Penelope's right hand. She moved her body and just avoided a stumbling block.

"No, a leader, like Dumbledore," Penelope corrected Yang An.

"Dumbledore-like? I thought you meant You-Know-Who-like."

Hearing the word "mysterious man", Penelope was obviously a little afraid.

Yang An shook his head. Voldemort had done nothing at all. At best, he was just a lousy terrorist. From the moment he started spreading white terror, his future was determined. There was no possibility of him being able to clean up his act and come to power.

Why does it still make wizards so scared?

All I can say is that wizards are too comfortable and have no natural enemies. Even the evil dark wizards are only a minority, and most of them are caught by the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in Azkaban.

That's why he was so afraid of Voldemort.

"No, you are different from Voldemort. Although you may seem cold and arrogant to others, I know you would not do that." Penelope denied.

Just then, the outline of the camp finally emerged from the mist and the camp gate arrived.

Yang An motioned for Penelope to turn around, and the two of them temporarily ended the topic.

As for whether he will become Voldemort
Haha, the number of people killed by Voldemort is probably not as many as the gaps between Yang An’s fingers.

Several wizards wearing black robes and tall hats stood at the camp gate, but there was a silver emblem of the world tree printed on the chest of their clothes.

They were patrolling around, observing their surroundings with sharp eyes.

Their movements were efficient and they said nothing. One could vaguely tell that they were very particular about the area they moved around in, and that they were a well-trained group of people.

Penelope had never seen such a person before. He was completely different from those Aurors who carried a fierce aura or seemed lazy.

She noticed the silver world tree patterns and felt that she seemed to have seen them somewhere.

Before Penelope could remember.

Then the patrolling security personnel all looked towards the two of them.

To be precise, he was looking at Yang An.

"Mr. Consultant!"

Under Penelope's surprised gaze, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, who looked like someone not to be trifled with, stepped forward quickly and even took off his hat to salute Yang An beside her respectfully.

"It's an honor to meet you. I didn't expect you to come to watch the World Cup."

The middle-aged man's tone and demeanor surprised Penelope. She didn't expect him to be so respectful to Yang An.

Looking at Yang An again, he naturally recognized this middle-aged man, or rather, this group of people were taught by his clones, so he naturally added some ingredients to them with his will, such as complete loyalty to Yang An and Birmingham Company, etc. So this was not surprising.

"Mr. Lu Lunduo, I didn't expect to see you here." Yang An stretched out his hand and shook hands with the middle-aged man.

The other party's respect for Yang An was, on the one hand, because their wills were influenced, and on the other hand, because Yang An provided them with job opportunities.

These people were once half-blood wizards or Muggle wizards.

You have to know that the British wizarding world is not big, and there are only a few jobs, all of which are reserved for pure-blood wizards.

And these half-blood and Muggle wizards, who are assumed to have a lower status, have to do hard and tiring work.

Otherwise, they can only work as odd jobs in some shops, or they can't find a job at all, or even become dark wizards walking on the edge of crime.

Most Muggle wizards or half-blood wizards can only return to Muggle society, hiding their wizarding identities so as not to be discovered by others.

Yang An recruited a large number of Muggles and half-blood wizards, and gave them generous rewards and job opportunities.

Whether pureblood or half-blood, one can still use magic with a wand.

So these Muggles and half-blood wizards naturally have a good impression of him.

"It was a cooperation that Mr. Bock negotiated with the minister," Mr. Lulundo explained with a compliment.

"The Ministry of Magic is short of staff. It is too tight to hold such a large party. After all, there are thousands of foreign wizards coming here. The Minister is worried that there will be another fight like the one in the Czech Republic, so he hired a large number of people from the company to help."

It seems that their duty is to guard this relatively high-end camp, so that the big shots who come to watch the game can watch comfortably and not encounter any trouble.

Yang An nodded. He recognized Bock's ability to make money and his keen sense of opportunity.

"Did Mr. Boker give everyone bonuses?"

"Of course, Mr. Consultant." Mr. Lulundo nodded. "Not only are there bonuses, but there is also double the overtime pay than usual. We are all very satisfied, and we also have vacation time."

On the side, the more Penelope watched the two people talking, the more surprised she was. Now she understood why Yang An said he would arrange a job for her and why he could arrange a job for her.

After Yang An finished chatting with Lu Lunduo, Lu Lunduo enthusiastically pointed out the direction of his tent.

When the two of them entered the camp, Penelope shook her head and sighed, "Now I think you can compete for the position of Minister of Magic in the future. How did you do it?"

Yang An smiled but said nothing.

Looking around, you can see that the camp is beautifully decorated, with tents at appropriate distances from each other, some green plants, paved stone roads, etc. However, the tents are a bit weird.

Some tents are like yurts, while others are double-layered and come with decorations such as chimneys. You can see styles from all over the world.

There are also some luxurious tents with aristocratic emblems on the outside, the kind with their own back gardens and even fountains.

It looks exaggerated.

But this is not the most luxurious thing. Yang An led Penelope to the tent that Bock had prepared for him.

This can no longer be described as a simple tent, it is actually a small palace, or the kind of palace that the emperor uses when traveling.

It is magnificent, with the heavy gate alone being four or five meters high, and there are long marble steps. There are even a few gorgeous male peacocks walking on the carpet in front of the palace, dragging their long tail feathers.

Above is a huge balcony similar to the one where the queen meets her subjects during her coronation, from which you can have a panoramic view of the camping area.

"Is this where we're going to live?"

When Penelope saw this luxurious palace, all the curiosity in her heart disappeared. She looked at Yang An with confusion and surprise in her eyes, and a strange look in her eyes.

"should."

Yang An couldn't hold back his smile. Although he knew that Bock had good intentions, living here was a bit too ostentatious.

"It's just a place to live." Yang An said silently.

Penelope repeated, "Just a place to live? I think you might be the illegitimate child of the Muggle Queen."

Yang An frowned, "This is an insult to me."

Couldn't he have achieved it through his own efforts?

Penelope chuckled and held Yang An's hand, "Then my majesty, it's time to return to the palace."

She couldn't wait to go in and take a look.

Before entering the palace.

Yang An noticed a gaze looking at him.

When he turned his head to look, he found a short figure busy trimming the branches of green plants outside a very standard and ordinary tent not far away.

House-elves were once goblins, but after being enslaved and brainwashed by humans, their slave nature has become deeply ingrained.

But it doesn't seem to be the one who was spying on Yang An.

As for who it was, Yang An already had an idea in his mind. He turned around silently and walked into the palace tent with Penelope.

As for the house-elf, it was erecting a wooden sign that was more than half a body taller than itself.

"Barty Crouch!"

The space inside the tent was larger than Yang An had imagined.

If it still looks like a tent from the outside, the inside is completely different.

What appeared in front of the two was an extremely large hall, which was large enough to accommodate a hundred people for a dance party. The ceiling was more than ten meters high from the ground. Bright crystal chandeliers illuminated the surroundings. Famous paintings of various kinds were hung on the walls, but they were the kind that moved.

The long staircase was covered with red carpet. Following the handrail, I went up to the second floor, where there were rows of rooms, about twenty or thirty in total.

"It's like a real palace in here." Although Penelope knew that magic would be cast in the tent to expand the interior, she didn't expect to return to a real palace. The luxury was beyond her imagination.

"Just find a room to stay in." Yang An shrugged.

Penelope was curious about every room and wanted to see them all.

She was pleased with the result, as it seemed that an expansion spell had been cast inside each room.

Not only do the styles vary, but all of them have a comfortable hall with a fireplace, a bathroom, a washroom, a toilet, as well as a spacious master bedroom with a balcony and a study filled with books.

"I even want to stay here forever." While speaking, Penelope secretly observed Yang An's expression.

"You can live alone if you want. I still have to go to Hogwarts after all."

Yang An's answer made Penelope a little dissatisfied, but she had no choice. She simply stretched out her smooth white arms, hugged Yang An's arms, and stared at him with her beautiful blue eyes like gemstones.

"At least let me enjoy being a queen for a day," she said.

Yang An used actions instead of words.

"If you want, we can try all the rooms."

"Oh no, I will be torn to pieces." Penelope widened her eyes and looked at Yang An in disbelief. He was simply a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
(End of this chapter)