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

"Well, a small investment."

Facing Hermione's gaze, Yang An nodded without any intention of hiding anything.

He was actually very curious that the wizards had not even thought of setting up a commercial street and using the flow of people from the Quidditch World Cup to recoup costs.

The camp was a mess. Everyone had to bring their own food and cook, and even had to queue up to get water.

What on earth has the Ministry of Magic been doing for over a year?

Needless to say, this street was also built by a Birmingham company, which also owns the operating rights of one-third of the shops on it.

Yang An can proudly announce this.

His company, his organization, has gradually penetrated into every aspect of the wizarding world, just like the silver world tree on the emblem that covers the sky and occupies the entire world!
"Do you want to go and take a look?" Yang An asked.

Hermione nodded without hesitation, her eyes shining.

This commercial street gave her a sense of Muggle society, although the crooked magical buildings in Diagon Alley were certainly nice.

But she was also happy when Muggle style appeared occasionally.

Penelope naturally wouldn't refuse.

Soon, the three of them had a bunch of snacks in their hands, which of course they bought with money.

After all, not everyone in the Birmingham company knows Yang An, and not everyone knows that Yang An is the real boss. What's more, some of these stores have actually been sublet.

These include turkey noodles, cucumber cheese hot dogs, fried chicken steak and cheese pancakes.

These stalls are very popular.

I guess those merchants didn't expect business to be so good. After all, who would refuse a butterbeer or a hamburger or hot dog while watching the game?

"This company is amazing." Hermione exclaimed sincerely after getting a general understanding of the scale and business of the Birmingham company.

"If you want, I can recommend you to intern in the company after graduation." Yang An replied.

Hermione didn't refuse and nodded in agreement, "Thank you Yang."

She could see that Yang An and Penelope had a close relationship, but Hermione didn't think anything of it. She was more grateful to Yang An than she was fond of him, and the kiss was just a momentary impulse.

So Hermione easily accepted Penelope's identity as Yang An's girlfriend, and kept everything that happened that night deep in her heart.

This relationship may one day take root and sprout, or it may gradually calm down with the passage of time, but Hermione already regards Yang An as a friend.

"First Class Box Sir, please go all the way up to the top floor."

The three of them chatted about interesting things about Hogwarts, talking and laughing as they walked into the ticket gate for the competition.

Since the Ministry of Magic hired the Birmingham Company, most of the ticket inspectors have been replaced by people from the Birmingham Company.

After all, many Ministry of Magic staff would rather watch the game with their families than do behind-the-scenes work.

This also made this group of people more professional. They wore uniform uniforms, smiled, and wore silver World Tree badges on their chests. They left a very good impression on wizards from all over the world who came to watch the World Cup.

"Thank you." Yang An took the bill and put it away, "Let's go."

But after taking only two steps, Yang An noticed that Hermione suddenly stopped.

He looked towards Hermione with a complicated gaze.

The Weasley family and Harry Potter happened to arrive at the same ticket gate as them.

"First Class Box Mr. Weasley, please go up to the top compartment."

I didn't expect that all Weasley's tickets were first class.

Yang An raised an eyebrow, from this it can be seen that the Weasley family is not as poor as it looks.

Even though life was indeed a little difficult, Mr. Weasley had a wide network of contacts.

He was able to get tickets that even many pure-blood nobles couldn't get, and this meant sitting in the same private room with a group of Ministers of Magic from other countries.

Just think about it, can an ordinary worker get a ticket to the private room where the head of state watches the game?

Yang An guessed that Mr. Weasley was most likely the Ministry of Magic's official messenger between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic.

At least one of them.

"Come on Harry."

Ticket checking office.

Harry was sensitive to the gaze coming towards him, and looked up, and found Yang An, Hermione and the other two standing together in front of him.

"Oh, it's them." Ginny saw it too.

"It's Hermione." Harry corrected. Hermione was also very important to him, and her status was actually no different from Ron's.

Harry turned to look at the silent Ron, wanting to see how Ron would react.

But Ron seemed to not care about Hermione at all.

"Ron?" Harry said hesitantly.

"Huh? What's wrong, Harry?" Ron withdrew his gaze from the close-up telescope in his hand, raised his head and said with a hint of unnaturalness in his expression.

"Hermione is in front, shouldn't you say something to her?" Harry looked at Ron expectantly. He really wanted Hermione to come back.

But Ron shook his head, contrary to Harry's expectations. "There's nothing to say. Let's go."

Harry was a little surprised. Looking at Ron's back, he felt that Ron had become very strange and was no longer the same Ron as before.

"Stop talking Harry, let's go too. Ron will regret it and apologize to Hermione before we return to school." Ginny comforted Harry.

There are a lot of people here, so Ron probably won't lose face.

This is Ginny's empirical judgment.

"Okay then." Harry said after hesitation, waving towards Hermione.

"Let's go."

Hermione also turned to Yang An and Penelope with a hint of gloom in her eyes.

She could see that Ron didn't seem to want to apologize to her, so she would never just run back like that.

"Relax."

Penelope persuaded Hermione.

Hermione nodded and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

Although this was the case, both groups of people were heading to the top-floor box, so there was some awkwardness, especially for Harry.

But Hermione ignored them, as if they were air.

After much difficulty, the group arrived at the top-floor box.

From here you can get a good bird's eye view of the entire game, without having to crane your head and strain your neck to see the Quidditch players sprinting at full speed.

The two sides did not meet by chance again this time, and there were many boxes on the top floor.

But before we part.

"Please wait a moment."

In the Weasley family, Mr. Weasley walked over quickly with Ron, and it could be seen that Ron had a little reluctance on his face.

"Ms. Granger, Hermione, please wait a moment."

Hermione finally stopped when she heard the voice and saw it was Mr. Weasley.

Yang An and Penelope cast inquiring glances.

"You go in first." Hermione said after hesitating.

Looking at Mr. Weasley again, he forced a kind smile at Yang An and Penelope, "Hi, hello, I want to talk to Hermione alone, thank you."

Nodding, Yang An led Penelope into the box.

It seems that Ron was pulled by his father's ear to apologize.

The box is very spacious, with a modern stadium VIP room style, bright, quiet, with a row of French windows in front. There are six seats in total, each seat is adjacent to a comfortable armchair, and there is a menu on the table next to it. You only need to read the content on it and you can provide tea by yourself.

As it happened, there were already three people in the room.

Looking at the family of three, all of them had neat platinum blonde hair and were dressed in suits.

They noticed movement at the door and turned their heads to look.

Just happened to meet the eyes of Yang An who walked in.

Yang An raised his eyebrows and smiled at the boy in the center who was looking at him with a surprised expression and complicated eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Malfoy? Long time no see."

That's right, this is the Malfoy family. Next to him is Lucius Malfoy, once a subordinate of the Dark Lord and a member of the Death Eaters, and on the right is his mother.

"Yang?"

Malfoy obviously didn't expect Yang An to appear here, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

This guy actually looks down on Yang An, mainly because of his background. He thinks his bloodline is nobler than Yang An's and his brain has been corrupted by his family environment.

However, because he was too inexperienced, he tried to challenge Yang An many times but failed, and was forced to give up. But he was probably still very unconvinced.

Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows slightly. After looking Yang An up and down, he stood up first.

Now Malfoy had to stand up as well.

"You should be Malfoy's classmate. I have seen you at Mr. Burke's place. You are his favorite consultant. He admires your talent and ability."

Lucius was the first to extend his hand as a gesture of goodwill, but his action was still a little arrogant.

Yang An did not directly refute the other party's face, but stretched out his hand and shook hands with Lucius Malfoy.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

A person's wealth and power determine other people's attitude towards him. Before, when Burke was just a well-known middleman in Knockturn Alley, Lucius did not respect him.

But things are different now. As Yang An's puppet, Bock stands in the front and receives great attention and fame.

Lucius also hoped to make money and make a living by cooperating with Bock, so naturally he had more respect for Bock.

But what Lucius didn't know was that there was someone standing behind Bock, and that person was Yang An, who looked very young.

Seeing that Yang An didn't respect him very much, he just shook his hand casually and sat down, with no intention of paying attention to him.

Lucius Malfoy's expression flashed with some dissatisfaction, but he restrained himself and motioned Malfoy to sit down.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

The awkwardness continued until Hermione pushed open the door and walked in.

At the door, Hermione paused.

Because she also noticed the Malfoy family, and the domineering feeling they exuded was indeed hard to ignore.

Facing Yang An, Malfoy said nothing.

But facing Hermione, a Gryffindor who also had a bad relationship with him and was a wizard from a Muggle family, Malfoy was not going to restrain himself.

"Look who's here, Hermione Granger?" Malfoy spoke loudly without waiting for Hermione to come in, his drawn-out tone sounding arrogant.

"You can actually come to the Quidditch game. Let me guess. Could it be that the Weasley family invited you? That's right. After all, your parents are Muggles~"

Hermione had not intended to pay attention to Malfoy at first, but when she heard this, she immediately flew into a rage, "Who invited me here has nothing to do with you, Malfoy, mind your own business!"

Hearing this, Lucius was a little unhappy. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Hermione, who was dressed in Muggle clothes, and asked, "Malfoy, what's going on?"

"Humph, just a mudblood, father." Malfoy said disdainfully, "You've come to the wrong place. This is not the place you should be. You should go downstairs and find the Weasleys."

"That's enough Malfoy." Lucius said, "Don't argue with irrelevant people. Don't forget your identity!"

Seeing the Malfoy family singing the same tune, Hermione was shaking with anger.

But just when Malfoy let out a sigh of triumph and was finally about to shut up.

Cold.

Yang An's soft voice reached his ears.

"Hermione, I invited you here. Also, did you just mention the terms mudblood and Muggle-born?"

Malfoy turned to look at Yang An in disbelief.

"Did you invite me?"

How is that possible? He knew that Harry Potter and the lackeys around him had always been against Yang An.

Although he was a little ill-considered when he called him a mudblood, Yang An's excellence often makes it easy for people to overlook the fact that he is also a Muggle wizard, and he also entered Slytherin, which seems to place more emphasis on bloodline.

"Apologize." Yang An raised his head and stared at Malfoy coldly, "Stand up and bow. Apologize to Hermione with your most sincere attitude."

Malfoy froze for a moment, looking at his father for help.

"You asked my child to apologize to a Muggle-born witch in front of me. You don't respect my Malfoy family at all."

Seeing his son asking for help, Lucius Malfoy would naturally help his son. He also raised his head and looked directly at Yang An with cold eyes.

"Unless your family does not want to have any business dealings with the Birmingham Company anymore, unless you want the Birmingham Company to block your business forever and no one will do any business with you, you can try to threaten me, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

Yang An didn't buy it, and he showed restraint by not taking action immediately.

He slowly stood up and looked down at Lucius Malfoy, whose expression had turned surprised.

A powerful aura gushed out from Yang An, and for a moment the air seemed to become sticky and heavy.

"I said, apologize!"

Yang An's voice was like a heavy hammer hitting Draco Malfoy's heart. He inexplicably began to fear Yang An, as if he was some kind of terrifying existence.

There was also a hint of scarlet light in Yang An's eyes.

Lucius Malfoy's expression gradually changed from surprise to shock.

He looked at Yang An steadily, and finally. Lucius Malfoy raised his harsh lips, moved them up and down, and uttered a sentence.

"Apologize, Draco."

"Father!" Malfoy was a little bit unbelievable, but seeing Lucius Malfoy's alert look and the way he slowly grasped his cane, he realized something was wrong.

Finally, Malfoy looked at Hermione reluctantly and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Be more serious and sincere!" Yang An's voice fell again.

The pressure in the room was growing heavier, and even Lucius Malfoy began to sweat on his forehead.

He stared at Yang An in shock, without saying a word.

It was as if he had never expected that Yang An could be so majestic.

Draco Malfoy didn't dare to look at Yang An, so he stood up and bowed to Hermione, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said mudblood, nor should I have ridiculed you, please forgive my mistake, Miss Granger!"

Until Hermione gave Yang An a complicated look and nodded.

"I forgive you."

Draco Malfoy only then felt the cold murderous intent that was faintly attached to the back of his neck slowly dissipate, as if he had been fished out of the water.

In less than a minute, the pressure from Yang An made Draco tense all over, as if he had run a marathon.

"Get out."

Yang An said casually.

Lucius stood up without saying a word, not intending to recall the insult, "Let's go and look somewhere else."

The Malfoy family left quickly, leaving Yang An and the other two in the private room.

(End of this chapter)